[12/24] SNOWBALL FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

[silentabyss]

In the evening after exams are over and everyone's already exhausted because of test taking and also the murder from a few days earlier (it's fine), there's a note posted on each dorm room's door indicating that there's going to be a SNOWBALL FIGHT in the courtyard in Noah's mildly-undecipherable handwriting, which is then followed by a couple rules...

1. Using magic isn't allowed (it's unfair to people who don't have it)
2. Don't put rocks in the snowballs
3. Don't KILL EACH OTHER

Those are the rules. Anyway, if you don't come join the snowball fight Noah Will come and shove snow down your shirt and run off, so you might as well come play with everyone else! There's like, three feet of snow on the ground probably, so making ice tunnels and forts and such for defense from flying snow is allowed and encouraged.

OOC notes: This is technically a mingle or something so please feel free to set up your own toplevels/starters or literally just start hurling snowballs at the first person who passes you by. Basically treat this like a network post and go off on each other! Also you do not have to snowball fight, all Snow Activities are allowed.

Have fun!

OR ELSE!

Comments

[wolfetracks]

Hm... well, what are you thinking for the end result? Is it going to be a long cat thing? Or something else?

( best to get that sorted out before they get too busy... also, son, what in the fuck. quietly, sidney squeezes noah's shoulder before jerking his head to the dorms. )

Check my closet for a pair of gloves. They'll be big on you, but they'll do better than these.

[silentabyss]

I was thinking... a cat doing that loafing thing.

[You know the thing. With their paws under them.

But to that, Noah looks like he wants to protest before he just makes a face and signs, resigned... fine. He'll disappear real quick with a nod to go rummaging around, find a giant pair of gloves seriously why are your hands this big and put them on and come back outside. There. Warm now.

Now for rolling more snow to make a loafcat.]

[wolfetracks]

So that'll be three, at the very least... plus detailing.

( well... might as well pick up where his boy left off, then, while he's indoors. though, he doesn't expect to keep everything on track so smoothly on his own. while noah's away, sidney moves to roll the second snowball. when noah returns, he looks up a bit. )

How's that feel? I'll have to make sure you get some proper gloves later...

[silentabyss]

They're fine. Your hands are huge.

[Like seriously why hands big? Why big hands? Noah comes back to rolling snowballs in the meanwhile.]

My current gloves are fine. Maybe not for snow, but they're fine otherwise.

[...boy.

Anyway, more snowballs. Rolled. Pushed into some assortment next to the main snowball(s) to form what is going to soon become something catloaf shaped.]

[wolfetracks]

Are they...? I never saw the appeal of that sort of thing. I think I'd feel weird with just half of my fingers covered...

( sidney, your old man is showing. still... it's hard not to be amused at that sort of childish question. )

Who knows why I'm so big? But they'll do for now, till I can get you proper ones for the winter.

( now back to work! )

[silentabyss]

It's fashionable.

[Duh. Fashion from Elrios is uh, weird, though.]

You're... I think you're taller than Harque was. But Harque wasn't as broad-shouldered or strong as you are. He was... pretty meek.

[Back to work indeed!]

[wolfetracks]

Fashionable... I must be getting old.

( you've been old.

still, thinking about the brother he'll never get to meet... )

It makes sense. You're a very gentle kid in your own right- it's just circumstances have forced you to act otherwise.

[silentabyss]

If it makes you feel better, [Noah has a shit eating grin oh no,] I'm still four hundred and something years older than you are.

[HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MAKE ANYONE FEEL BETTER YOU LITTLE SHIT sigh. Noah excitedly continues to roll the snow and park it into a vague cat shape in the meanwhile, and once it's set up, he sits down and starts very gently sculpting. This will probably go well.]

[wolfetracks]

I'm 136, technically, but I suppose you're right... But I'm still your dad.

( punctuated with... gasp... a boop on the nose! but if it's time to sculpt, then sidney will work on filling in the empty space between the body snowballs. )

[silentabyss]

[................................ah.]

What's... 517 minus 136...

[Noah can't do math. He stops for a moment to write it out in the snow, though he does crinkle his nose at the boop. Don't boop snoot...]

Uh... 381. So I'm 381 years your senior, dad.

[Sticks his tongue out]

[wolfetracks]

( and that just gets him an aggressive hair ruffle. as dads are known to do. )