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milliways_bar2012-12-19 10:08 pm
no_mere_marble) wrote in milliways_bar2012-12-19 10:08 pm
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Snowball fight -- party post!
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!]]
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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Taunting the man who can form a snowball as big as her head is likely not the wisest course, but her dubiousness quickly breaks to impishness, and she hurls a snowball at the seams of his suit before ducking for cover.
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This is just one of those times where you run for cover, lest you're turned into a snowman.
Where's a fort when you need one?
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Not that she's going to lie down and make it easy on him, of course. She darts from shelter to shelter, throwing her poor excuses for snowballs at him, trying to find a weakness. Any weakness.
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Though he does slow down a tiny bit.
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Kate's whooping and laughing, dancing as ice water trickles down the back of her neck and soaks through her slacks.
"Augh!"
Ever eloquent, Kate.
As a last ditch effort, she winds up and chucks a snowball right at his face, only having the presence of mind to regret it after it's spiraling at him.
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"Good shot," he adds, to be a good sport.
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There's a muffled, startled laugh.
"M'sorry!"
Still laughing.
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"Wait! Can't we talk this out like civilized folk?"
She's scrabbling in the snow, still laughing, trying to gather up a snowball and find someplace to hide at the same time. Which, honestly, just results in a mess.
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"That ain't like no truce I've ever heard of."
Skeptical Kate is skeptical.
(She's also holding onto a snowball that requires both hands, lest it fall to pieces. Just in case.)
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She quickly reverts back to srs bsns.
"Y'drive a hard bargain, Master Cy. But in the interests of peace, humanity, an' honor, I say y'have yourself a deal."
Playing it up a touch? Why, whatever would give you that idea?
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Mission: success.
[ooc: I think that's a wrap? Thank you for being patient with my crazy tagging schedule!]
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