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[idontneedluck]

Chirrut came down for his morning exercise, as usual, in no great hurry to greet the Scottish cold but too set in his ways to consider changing his routine. He knows he will enjoy it once he gets going.

Except this morning, the air has a smell he doesn't recognize.

Except this morning, the ground crunches and wafts biting cold in a way he doesn't know.

...

Carefully, slowly, he begins exploring what this new change is. Considering he's only heard of snow in abstract a time or two, this might take a bit.

(OOC: Baze Malbus may wander into any and all threads!)

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[iprotectyou]

Snow! It's snow! Baze is inordinately excited; he's already tasted the snow and rolled around in it--which was a terrible idea, he's freezing now--and learned how to pack a decent snowball.

Which he considers throwing at Chirrut. Hmm... No, that'd be too mean, Baze decides. Still, it's with a snowball in rapidly cooling hands that he approaches, wide grin in place.

"Hoi, Chirrut! May the Force of others be with you! You've found the snow, I see."

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut's expression clears to a brilliant beaming smile.

"It is, and I have - I had wondered if something like the sandstorms on Jedha had occurred here, to create piles of... stuff." He admits, waving a hand in a vague gesture to take in the accumulated snow all around. "When did this happen?"

[iprotectyou]

"Early this morning, Bar said," Baze says, sorely tempted to stuff the snowball down Chirrut's robes. Let it never be said that Baze Malbus isn't twelve sometimes, especially when presented with an opportunity like this.

Kriff it. You only live once (ha).

"Think fast!" Baze says, and pitches his snowball at Chirrut's head.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut only really has time to startle in place before the compacted snow explodes against the side of his head. He shouts in shocked outrage, but he's now learned two things:

1) Snow can be thrown.

and

2) Baze clearly wants to eat snow. A lot of it.

Chirrut lives to serve.

His first attempt at a snowball is too small and uneaven, but he throws it at Baze anyway, fully willing to wade into this fight.

[iprotectyou]

Baze giggles obscenely as the snow pfts on his armor. His snowballs are large, and well-packed, given that he's had the practice this morning, and he tosses them as fast as he can make them.

He zigzags as much as he can, running forward and backwards, trying to throw off Chirrut's aim. His footsteps crunch on the ground-snow, giving him away.

[idontneedluck]

Baze is a master marksman, and it isn't long before Chirrut is covered in snow. This doesn't make him any less willing to play - if anything, it gives him less reason to try and stay dry. Gleefully he closes the distance, sweeping a leg to send snow flying in a flurry towards Baze, while scooping up more to directly dump down the back of his armor.

[iprotectyou]

Brr, that's cold! There's only one real response to that: Baze tries to tackle his friend. If Baze can get him on the ground, Chirrut will eat snow.

[last_kallig]

"Hello, Chirrut," Ibani calls, crunching through the snow.

[idontneedluck]

"May the Force of others be with you." Chirrut calls back, his head cocked as he listens to the sound her footsteps make. It sounds almost like shifting sand, after a bad sandstorm, but... not.

[last_kallig]

"May the Force of others be with you also," Ibani calls back. "It's been a long time since I've been in snow, and I'd imagine it's the first time for you."

[idontneedluck]

"Snow?" Chirrut repeats, letting a handful of the stuff fall clumpily through his fingers. "That is what this is?"

[last_kallig]

"It is," Ibani replies, a smile in her voice. "This snow is fairly wet, clumpy. Sometimes it's like a dry powder and doesn't stick together so much."

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut hums his understanding, enjoying the crispness to the air, the way sound deadens, flattens somehow.



"So, we need to have a talk."

It's not the most elegant of changes, but there really isn't an elegant way to do this.

[moonandstar]

Garyn seems to keep getting caught in strange weather lately. This is better than the ash storm, at least. It reminds him of growing up in Leyawiin, in that it is the complete opposite.

As he is heading back to the Bar, he sees Chirrut heading in.

"Lovely weather, isn't it?"

[idontneedluck]

"Weather?" Chirrut asks, as he straightens - he has been investigating this new surface, its icy, granular, ephemeral nature completely outside his experience. "It isn't so cold as Jedha, yet, for which I am thankful. May the Force of others be with you, Garyn."

[iprotectyou]

"Chiiirruuut!" Baze calls, right before pitching a snowball at his friend's head. Baze is breathless, having just run up from the middle of the grounds to throw snow, and inordinately giggly for this time in the morning. He flees from Chirrut's wrath, calling to Garyn over his shoulder.

"Hoi, Garyn! May the Force of others be with you!"

[moonandstar]

Garyn takes a step back as a grin spreads across his face. As fun as these two are, he'd rather not get a face full of the stuff.

"In all fairness, I never saw snow when I was a child either."

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut stumbles after Baze, still unused to how his feet sink through the first touch of ground like fine sand.

"Forgive Malbus, he forgot he has an appointment to EAT DIRT." Chirrut growls as he tracks down his friend.

[iprotectyou]

Baze is stealthy. Baze is sneaky.

Baze's raucous laughter--booming across the snow with joy and mischief--totally gives him away.

He turns around to face his friend a couple dozen feet away from Garyn.

"Catch me if you can!"

[mergich_singer]

The... person... responsible is on a rock near the lake, watching the fish.

She's not much of a fisher, by tradition; after all, the Himalayas are not exactly known for their rivers. She's noticed, though, that the salmon here look particularly large and inviting, and apparently don't count as patrons: she's considering what it would take to hook one out.

Her tail twitches.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut knows full well she's there. She's another one of those that shine just a little too bright in the Force. Mindful of discussions of men being turned into trees (and deserving it, and it being fun) he very purposefully keeps his distance.

[iprotectyou]

"Chiiirruuut!" a giant of a man calls, dashing towards him from the middle of the grounds. His soft boots crunch in the snow, his steps heavier than usual as he gleefully drags his feet through the pristine white flakes.

He tackles his friend, picking him up and swinging him around.

"It snowed! Isn't that great!" the giant says, gently setting Chirrut down in the snow again.

The larger Guardian lowers his voice, whispering in Chirrut's ear.

"Also, there's a giant animal off to our right. They might be a patron."

[mergich_singer]

Her muscles tense, ready to pounce...

And the huge fat salmon she was watching flicks into deep water.

Curses.

She doesn't mind a bit of water in a good cause, but a nose-to-tail soaking - when she could always, after all, just go and order a salmon from the Bar - just isn't worth it. Naturally, therefore, she sits up on her rock, flicking her ears back and forth and pretending she was never interested in fish at all.

She'd been aware of the others' presence, but until now they'd been less interesting than the hunt. Baze's whispered comment, though, makes her smile...

And suddenly there's a woman sat on the rock, her long, rosette-spotted fur coat pulled up to cover her dark hair.

"Well, I haven't had a drink yet."

Bright, spectacularly blue eyes twinkle at them.

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut does not hide behind Baze.

He wants to, but he doesn't.

If anything, he slides just a little in front of Baze, his gaze still wildly off to one side.

Men turned to trees and left there, alone... is a powerful warning.

"The bar has quite a selection."

Let us pass in peace.

[iprotectyou]

Baze sees you posturing there, Chirrut, and notices you sliding in front of him. He tenses; clearly this animal-woman is some sort of threat, and the smaller Guardian is trying to protect the larger one.

Baze will not stand for this shavit.

He places a hand on Chirrut's shoulder and tugs gently, trying to slide in front of him instead. Baze straightens his shoulders and puffs out his chest, which, while difficult to see under the armor, makes him appear just slightly bigger than he is.

"Yes, the bar does. And we will be going there, shortly. Won't we, Chirrut?"