Snow Fight!

[misterbrief]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Snowball free-for-all.
When: February 25th, during the Harvest Moon Valentine's Event!
Where: The road and the area between Houses 16, 19, and 27
Summary: Who knows how it started, but there's a war being waged in the street- and you've just been tagged a few times by a snowball. Join in on the fun, seek revenge, or just try to get out of the fray! Maybe make a new friend or two, you never know what will happen with those Heart Meters!
Rating: S for snow.



It was a calm day until someone decided to be a little mischievous. But accidents do happen, and one snowball lead to another until a full out war started in the middle of the village. Everyone for themselves, pelting each other, dragging the poor passerby into the chaos with either a well aimed or not-so-well aimed snowball.

Comments

open to all (so very late)

[amonglions]

a
[Booker is not into this snowball fight, like, at all. He never liked the cold very much and right now snow is just irritating. Because reasons. At any rate, Booker's being very much a grump and not at all enjoying himself. At least he has a flask full of whiskey. That he is currently drinking from. Someone ruin his day]


b
[At some point in the day, Booker has loosened up. Maybe it's the whiskey he's finished or maybe he's actually starting to enjoy himself. As unlikely as that is, he's actually participating now. His snowballs aren't the nicest throws either. They're paced a little too hard and he throws them with a little too much vigor.]

A

[goldenglasses]

[Vash was running, arm full of snowballs chasing after someone, until he hit a patch of ice. He hits it and nearly instantly his feet fly from under him and the snowballs go flying.

Too bad he fell next to Booker. How tightly is he hanging onto that flask of whiskey when those snowballs hit it?]

oh vash

[amonglions]

[Booker, unfortunately, was relaxed. As such, that whiskey he was nursing goes flying into the snow and drenches the icy powder beneath it with brownish liquid.]

Hey!

[He's quick to snatch it up though. Booker holds it close to his chest as if it needs protecting and eyes Vash with an incredibly judgmental look.]

Watch where you're puttin' those feet.

[He leaves off the 'you could hurt someone / get hurt' because he cares not. Not right now at least.]

[goldenglasses]

Ahhh. Opps. Sorry about that. Hope I didn't make you spill to much.

But what are you doing just watching! It's much more fun to get involved!