Snowball fight -- party post!

[no_mere_marble]

Contrary to popular belief, there is snow in the higher mountains of Greece and Asia Minor in winter.

When Antinoos came in from sweltering Thebes tonight and found snow outside, he got himself warm clothes like a Greek hunter or Roman soldier in winter would wear, and ran right outside. He had missed snow!

Now he's out there, enjoying the snow and the cold, and acting, for once, exactly as young as he is. After a while, he finds that he can't resist the idea of surprising some poor unfortunate (he's outside, so it's no violence, right), and when a somewhat small and scruffy fellow comes outside, he gets a soft, large snowball right in the face, from a safe position twenty yards away, in the bushes.

Ned Poins, however, is well versed with ambushes, so he spots soon where the attack came from, and gathers snow to retaliate, running towards the shrubbery -- and so, the battle is joined, and soon, there is a big white-and-brown dog yelping excitedly, and a big, blond Scotsman grinning widely and waiting to decide which side to take.

However, when you come outside today, you might get caught in the crossfire; or perhaps you'd like to join the battle just for the fun of it?



[[OOC: Party post -- tag in, then splat somebody else! Have at! Open until the weekend ends. Snowball fight as per this post.]]
[[ETA: Gone to bed now -- please threadhop and have the snowball fight among yourselves! Thanks!]]

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[says_the_booyah]

He braces himself.

[janisthorn]

The next barrage is coming in from closer. She may be aiming to zero in to whitewash range.

[says_the_booyah]

The barrage almost staggers him.

And that means he can take off the kid gloves. Smaller snowballs. Lots of them. Thrown just a bit harder.

But not too hard. It's still a game, after all.

[janisthorn]

Leela gasps a bit at the most recent one. It isn't so much how hard it is as the cold that surprises her. The forests of the Sevateem were never this cold. Yet she remains steadfast in her return fire.

[says_the_booyah]

The barrage intensifies till the snow around Cy's feet is almost eroded into the mud.

[janisthorn]

Again Leela bears the attack. She is now more than a little bit wet from the snow. Only her fury keeps her warm.

[says_the_booyah]

Cy meets the challenge as best as possible. But he thinks a truce might be soon in order.

[janisthorn]

Leela hurls another one at Cy.

"Do you surrender?"

She hopes so. She may need to go inside soon.

[says_the_booyah]

"Can't we declare a truce? A draw?" Sounds accurate, if nothing else.

[janisthorn]

She reflects for a moment. Normally, a statement like that would be where she goes in for the kill. But it's so damned cold out here. Besides, fighting a mechanical man to a draw is as good as a victory against anyone else, isn't it?

"I suppose we can. It was a well-fought battle."

[says_the_booyah]

"You got a name?" Cy brushes off any snow that clung to him. Which is a pretty good amount, freezing to his metal parts.

[janisthorn]

"Leela," she says, brushing off her shoulders.

[says_the_booyah]

"Nice to meetcha. I'm Cyborg." He'd offer a hand to shake, but everything is too snowy now.

[janisthorn]

"An honor to have fought you," Leela says.

She shivers slightly.

"I believe it would be best if I went back inside."

[says_the_booyah]

"Thanks for the fight. It was fun." If a bit intense.

[janisthorn]

"I enjoyed it as well," Leela says.

She turns back barward. "Until we meet again, Cyborg."