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[doublefricked]

Elliot had been on the island a year. A whole fricking year. And what did she have to show for it?

A seriously awesome tan cannot make up for the severe lack of sex, babies, and a life in general, she thought miserably to herself. Besides, if this weather keeps up, my tan is gonna be just another footnote in the History of Elliot Reid's Failures

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[this_is_pam]

Pam was bundled up too, intending to head from her hut to the Compound, but seeing Elliot making a snowman nearby was enough to change her course, as cold as she was from the walk up. She lived pretty far off, and it really was freezing, as much as she had been enjoying the weather. "Hey, Elliot," she called, her breath a cloud in front of her, gloved hands twisting by her waist to help keep warm. "That's an... interesting hat." And that was an understatement, but whatever. People couldn't be blamed for what the clothes box held.

[doublefricked]

"That's a diplomatic way of saying I look like I killed something small and furry and am now wearing it on my head," Elliot said cheerfully, giving Pam a big smile. "You wanna help me make the ideal man out of snow and then demolish him viciously?"

Kinda like all my dreams.

[this_is_pam]

At least Elliot knew what the hat looked like. The offer was an odd one, but Pam found herself grinning anyway, letting out a breathy laugh as she stepped closer to examine the work that had already been done. "Sure," she said, "why not?" It was cold, but the Compound would still be there when they were finished, and Elliot was good company.

[doublefricked]

"It's very therapeutic," Elliot said, as if she'd done this a hundred times before. She was the type of girl who had made voodoo dolls of the boys who'd rejected her back in high school.

She'd felt really bad when Billy Johnson had tripped over it and fell down the stairs. Except not really. He deserved it for calling me a dorkface, the jerk.

[robin_sparkles]

Robin had seen some pretty glum people in her lifetime, but man, was she looking a little bit under the weather and as she approached, she applied the 'I'm so sorry!' face that she'd perfected. "Hey," she greeted warmly. "Stella-lookalike!" she added brightly. "Want help?"

[doublefricked]

I'm just lucky this chick I'm supposed to look like isn't here, thought Elliot as she offered Robin a smile. She's probably sane and successful and would make me even more depressed. If that's possible.

"Sure," she said. "I'm just making the perfect man."

[robin_sparkles]

"Do we really have enough snow for that?" Robin joked and held up her bemittened hands, clasping them together. "Okay, where do you want me? I do a very good calf-sculpting, let me tell you." And maybe she had a little bit of real-life inspiration for that.

[doublefricked]

"You sculpt baby cows?" Elliot said, brow furrowing in confusion.

"I'm not looking to make the nativity scene, just - oh, you mean calves as in legs. Right. Okay."

[toshiko_san]

Being out in the snow was much easier without Jackson trying to roll his way through it. She'd left him under the watchful eyes in the children's office, wanting to simply stretch her legs and have a small break. It took her a moment to recognize Elliott under the hat, her attention drawn first to the snow man that was forming. "Snowman making seems to be catching."

[doublefricked]

Oh, well, here was someone bound to make Elliot feel better. Or worse.

The woman whose life I ruined, she groaned inwardly, while somehow managing to muster a cheery smile at her. If I have karma, it's in the negative numbers by now.

"Well, we've gotta use the snow for something, right?" she said philosophically. "And it's either this or a snowball fight, and I never liked the sensation of icy cold water down my back." Unless we're talking about ice cubes in bed, but that's not appropriate for this conversation. Yet.

[toshiko_san]

"I suppose that we do. I don't think I can remember making a snowman before." Last year she'd been far too pregnant to consider it, and before that she'd simply never had time -- when she even had snow, that was. "I'd be worried of my aim with snowballs. I was never very good with thrown weapons."

[doublefricked]

"I'm clumsier than an overweight kid with Parkinson's," Elliot said in a very cheerful and politically correct manner. What? She was allowed to say things like that. She was a doctor. "But I thought I'd try my hand at frozen water. It can't be too hard, right? I'm just trying to build the perfect man so I can destroy him."

She grinned.

[awesome_captain]

Devon was in heaven.

Well, maybe not heaven; there was a sore lack of skydiving chances here, but with winter came slopes, and on those slopes was Devon. He'd found a snowboard and taken almost a day hiking around to find the perfect spot, and since then he'd spent at least a few hours a day snowboarding or skiing.

With Christmas right around the corner, too, Devon was in a petty festive mood. He just happened to be humming Frosty the Snowman, snowboard over his shoulder, when he spotted who he thought was Elliot.

It'd taken him a sec to recognize her underneath the animal pelt on her head.

"Hey, Elliot!" he called out cheerily, and veered in his course toward her. Devon didn't understand was was going on in Chuck's love life (he'd really thought Sarah was the lucky one for him), but Elliot was good peoples anyway. "Getting in the holiday spirit spirit, I see?"

[doublefricked]

"Bite me, Devon!" Elliot called back cheerfully. "Or get your cute butt over here to model. I'm making the perfect man and I think you're a great candidate."

I probably shouldn't be saying stuff like that to a man who's taken, she mused. Oh well. He knows I'm joking.

Well...he probably thinks I'm joking. He just doesn't know I'm not.

[awesome_captain]

Devon thought about it for about two point five seconds before shrugging and making his way over. He wasn't a stranger to the whole modeling gig - not that he was going to let anyone but Ellie know that.

"Pretty sure your perfect man won't last longer than a couple of weeks," he pointed out.

[doublefricked]

"Less than five minutes, if I've got anything to say about it," Elliot grinned. "You think I'm gonna want to keep the perfect man around? He'd just make everyone else feel inadequate."

[pinata_helmet]

They lived together and it seemed like they hadn't been talking. Elliot had told him about the guy trouble, and J.D. had told Elliot about the lack of girl trouble; he'd been scared to death by a homicidal maniac, and he was starting work again on his script for Dr. Acula: Part II, which needed choreography badly for the ice skating yeti scene (that and an appropriate fur suit) but was coming along nicely overall. Their hut looked like a yurt. There were so many jokes to be made, but Elliot didn't even seem to notice him or his furry reindeer hat when he tried to sneak up behind her in the most obvious way possible.

"Do you ever wonder," he said when he was behind her, "if for like the big plastic figurines of Santa and Elvis and people, do they make them anatomically correct?" It was an issue that had been weighing on his mind.

[doublefricked]

"No, JD, I've never actually...wondered that," Elliot answered as she turned and gave JD a funny look, which was actually quite similar to the looks she usually gave him. But I'm sure other crazy people have. Except they're probably in asylums now so nobody can ask them.

"Nice hat," she added.

[pinata_helmet]

There Elliot went again, looking at JD like he was crazy. He sighed. If only she knew who the crazy one really was, he thought and shook his head so the little bells hanging from the tips of his antlers made adorable little tinkling noises. "Thanks," he said, and flopped down on his back in the snow, giving her snow person a wide berth.

"I only wonder," he said, and watched the puffs of air rise as he spoke, "because the factories where they make them someone would have to be in charge of sticking on Santa's peep, and that would just be weird don't you think?" he asked, not even a little self-consciously.

It had honestly been something weighing on his mind.

[doublefricked]

Elliot continued to stare. Really, she should be used to JD's weirdness by now, but occasionally he came out with something so weird it surprised even her after so long.

"Did you have some kind of traumatic experience with a shopping mall Santa when you were a kid?" she asked. "Because I'm thinking your fixation on his peeper isn't all that healthy."

Says the chick making a schwing-schwong out of snow...