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[nita_callahan]

Snow! GIP!

. . .Dude, it's summer back in Nita's world. Snow is a good thing.

Nita's outside, idly making snowballs and stockpiling them up. Though she's got a good coat and mittens, she's hatless.

Approaching carries the risk of a snowball fight. You've been warned.

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[capt_angie]

Well there's a witch flying around outside a witch who can throw a snowball with deadly acuracy, should it come down to it. So Miss Calahan... are you willing to take up the challenge of a flying opponent?

[nita_callahan]

For the moment, Nita's a little too busy going "omg broomstick bling bling" to throw snowballs.

She's quite impressed. Wizards don't, as a rule, use brooms in her world.

[capt_angie]

[ooc: eep! sorry for delay, I'm still not getting notifications. Darn LJ!]

Angelina doesn't pay any attention to the girl watching her - she would normally but today Angie's too busy concentrating on her flying skills, in preperation for a trip to downtown LA, to notice her.

[nita_callahan]

Nita doesn't want to distract the other girl. . . But the moving target is so tempting.

So she winds up and tries to get within a few feet of the broom's tail.

. . .Yeah, not happening.

[capt_angie]

Sorry Nita! Better luck next time.

But the flying snowball is enough to cath her attention- Angie spent 6 years dodging bludgers, so she's learnt to notice things flying at her.

She swerves to a halt in mid-air, turning to look at Nita. She quirks a smile, placing one hand on her hip.

"You need to aim higher than that and a bit to the left. The winds pushing it of course slightly."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy is our for a walk. Bar has been kind enough to provide her with a good warm cloak, as it's gotten cold.

It's red.

Bright red.

So she quite stands out, against the snow.

[nita_callahan]

Can anyone really resist a target like that?

Paf!

The snowball was neither packed nor thrown hard enough to hurt. But that white powder all over the red cloak is rather a fetching color combination, don't you think?

Nita looks completely innocent. Except for the part where there's a pile of snowballs next to her.

[kitchen_maid]

Well, no, of course not.

Amy gives a somewhat startled cry. No one has ever thrown a snowball at her before.

She looks down at her cloak, which actually is rather fetching covered in snow, and then begins to laugh, head thrown back, greatly and genuinely amused.

She waves cheerfully at the other girl. She's laughing too hard to say hello -- or anything else.

[nita_callahan]

Oh, good. Nita's not good at the quick explanations that would've been necessary for someone who got mad at her.

Nita waves back, grinning, and readies another snowball. Because in her experience, getting hit with a snowball generally leads to retaliation.

[kitchen_maid]

It takes a lot to make Amy mad. A snowball isn't going to do it, really.

And while she may never have been a snowball fight in her life, it's hardly difficult to figure out.

So Amy rather Gracefully scoops up some snow and throws it. She's got very good aim, for a beginner.

"Hello," she calls, not wanting to get too close. "I'm Amy."

[mogget_cat]

*A small snowdrift behind Nita has eyes.*






*Now it doesn't.*

*Heheheheh.*

[nita_callahan]

Nita is oblivious. What a shame.

She bends over to scoop up more snow, compromising her balance slightly.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Gavroche is out in the snow too. He would have come out in his usual clothes, but Mary caught him and forced him to wrap up properly.

He's looking vaguely sullen about it.

[nita_callahan]

Aw, sullenness? In a small child? Que horror!

Paf!

It's hard to be sullen when a powdery snowball has just exploded over your shoulders, right?

Wonder where it came from. Surely not the girl with the pile of snowballs next to her looking innocent.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He yelps, spinning to see where it came from.

[nita_callahan]

Innocence!

. . .That is, Nita hides the next snowball behind her back. Convincing, yes?

She gives him a friendly smile and a wave.

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Convincing, yes, if he couldn't see the pile next to her.

He waves back, suspiciously, and starts to scrape together a snowball of his own.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Which would be why Jack fires the opening salvo after sneaking up from behind. Yes, he can sneak in snow; useful stuff that Special Forces training. It also gives you great aim, so the freezing projectile hits her square in the back.

[ooc: Fleeing for dinner in a minute, but couldn't resist.]

[nita_callahan]

She yelps and spins.

"Oh, bring it on."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony was just enjoy a nice stroll in the snow. Y'see, when you live in a place like California after living in Chicago, well, sometimes you miss the nostalgic factor of the snow. Oh, you love that it doesn't get in the way and that you have moderate temperatures all year round, but that kid inside of you pines yearly for the snow that doesn't fall on the lovely hills of Los Angeles.

But.

One thing Tony doesn't miss?

Getting hit by snowballs.

Which is why he steers away from the clear and obvious snowball war that's about to erupt between Jack and Nita.

If you need him? He'll be keeping a wide berth between himself and the pair.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Nita might catch a glimpse of blonde, spiky hair and the swirl of a charcoal-grey coat as her attacker ducks behind a conveniently placed tree. He quickly grabs more snow and begins preparing for the counter-attack.

[smallestopener]

Ingress watches Gavroche and Nita's snowball fight. She's had a lot of training in things that involve aim. Once she sees how to make a snowball, she makes one. She aims, throws, and THWACK! She gets Nita smack on side of the head.

Mad giggling commences.

[nita_callahan]

"Ack!"

And Nita is hatless, too! Ingress is cruel.

Nita eyes the giggling girl and grabs for a snowball of her own, grinning.

[river_meimei]

River's duster trails on the ground, and her boots crunch the snow, as she wanders nearer.

She's not really dressed quite warmly enough. The solution to that is clearly physical exertion for warmth, right?

She hasn't thought to join in quite yet, though. She's watching Ingress, and smiling a little.

[buriedmybrother.livejournal.com]

Antigone, meanwhile, has been wandering around the lake in her sweatshirt and (yes, finally) shoes. From a distance, she sees some little group beginning to form, and starts to walk a little faster.