oh the weather outside is frightful~ [open log!]

[thom_293]

who; Thom and whomsoever wants to join him on this epic quest.
what; SNOWBALL FIGHT FOR EPIC JUSTICE
when; any time over the next couple days. Really, it's an ongoing thing.
why; because snow. That's why.
where; Garden zone 06!
warnings; ... everybody was ~snowball fighting~? Also: gratuitous meta RvB references.

[So, the stage is set by

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BLUE TEAM

[thom_293]

[He's out of armour, but he's still seven feet tall. That's an easy target, right? Be careful, he plays to win!]

RED TEAM

[cloverdaleboy]

[Scott knows he can't beat the guy. The fort, alone, is pretty wicked. And Thom's got that fancy armour that Scott keeps wishing he could try out. But still. Red always was a good colour on Scott, and there's no harm in a snowball fight against a friendly. While he might regret this in the future, he always knows there's no time like the present.

At present, he's crouched down, some ways from Thom. He's at Thom's 3 o'clock, and he's hoping he isn't seen, Ironically, he's completely geared, with his carbine attached over his arm and head. No intents to use, of course, but the feeling of it at his back is somewhat satisfying and comfortable. He stuffs up some snow in his hands, slowly, quietly...then he lifts up a honeydew-sized ball in his red, icy hands.

Easy target, meet hard-packed snowball.]

[thom_293]

[WHAP.

Yep. That sure does smack him in the shoulder, splattering snow all over his blue shirt.

But, the wonderful thing about being, you know, a super-soldier with two decades of training under your barely-older-than-two-decades belt is that your combat reflexes are phenomenal.

He whirls to his right, tossing a snowball back and forth between his hands. That new LT, huh?]

Any last words, airman?

[prepare yourself for SNOWDOME. Which doesn't sound quite as epic as Thunderdome. But hey. He's trying.]

[cloverdaleboy]

[OOC: MY BAD. It said "out of armour", not "out in armour" like I thought. Rewind, Scott's being a jerk, the snowball is totally baseball-sized. Assuming Thom's reaction is the same regardless, IC: Welp. The way Thom quickly moves to face him makes him realise yeeaaahh, not such a great idea. He's expecting a bad cold, lasting at least a week. But he's still going to try and see how far he can get before he gets frostbite.]

Only to remind you "all's fair in love and war," sir.

[Scott's thinking, quickly! While Thom's ingesting that phrase, gather snow munitions!]

Re: BLUE TEAM

[basileusphobe]

[Katia comes bounding through the snow to look up at the fort, than scurries into the entrance.]

This is awesome! I heard there was going to be a snowball fight and I've never been in one so I had to come see what it was all about and oh my gosh you're really tall and this is so cool!

Can I join?

[thom_293]

[WHOA GIVE HIM A SECOND...]

Yeah? You new, kiddo?

[Small, talking cat-girl? SURE NO PROBLEM. Totally unfazed.]

Name's Thom. And of course you can join, that's what this is all about.

[basileusphobe]

[About the average size of a human woman, actually. But small to Thom, like everyone.]

Yes! I'm Katia Managan and I landed here I think last week? And then it started snowing!

[She is just the most excited thing you will ever see, bouncing from one foot to the other.]

It's nice to meet you, Thom.

BLUE TEAM

[hyperlethality]

[ Also out of armor, but at least wearing some gear for the winter occasion. ]

Got room?