can't complain about much these days, I believe we'll be okay.

[powerofmabel]

Who: EVERYBODY
Where: Outside the resort
When: For the first couple of days of the event
Rating: PG for "pure goodness" and probably people being salty about being pelted with snow.
Summary: SNOWBALL FIGHT MINGLE LOG
The Story:


It doesn’t take long before the resort’s grounds gain (1) snow fort, large enough to be noticed, which is sort of the point. Planted in the snow outside of it is a pole with a blanket tied to the top, waving in the wind as a makeshift flag. All of this seems fairly innocuous until you venture close enough to investigate.

Or walk by it within a certain range.

And then- oh yes then- you’re going to get pelted with snowballs.

From her position atop the highest point on the fort, Mabel Pines, herself, is packing another snowball to prepare it for tossing. “You have two choices, knaves! Defect to Fort Pines or face us in armed combat to the death!”

As Mabel packs her snowballs, Dipper's standing next to her with an armful of his own, holding one up ready to throw. "Better choose quickly!"

The fight is on.



[ooc: THIS IS AN OPEN MINGLE LOG. Feel free to post top levels at your leisure. The starter text here is to give you an idea of how to get your characters involved, because the Pines Twins WILL be pelting everyone with snow to get them to have fun. MAKE TEAMS. THROW SNOW. HAVE FUN.]

Comments

Cissie King-Jones | OTA

[cisskabob]

[Cissie does indeed make the mistake of walking too close to Fort Pines, and finds herself on the receiving end of a snowball. Of course, Cissie being... Cissie, she can't pass up an opportunity for a game involving throwing things at targets. Even if the targets happen to be her friends and fellow Wonderlanders.

Odds of Cissie missing her target? Slim to none. It would be wise to join her team. (Does she know what team she's on? Not necessarily.)]

[oversight]

[ All those years of baseball will likely come in handy with the Pines twins initiating this all-out snow warfare on their fellow residents of this vastly changed landscape. It's strangely heartening to see people still having fun despite the circumstances. Reminds him a bit of the past.

While he's not exactly feeling particularly sociable, he can't help but fall in line with Cissie, having noted her expert pitching abilities. He scoops snow into his gloved hands and begins forming snowballs that he can then offer to her. ]

Not exactly invisible zombies, is it?

[ Did Wonderland decide to go easy on Blake for his first event, or what? ]

Summer to winter in the blink of an eye...

[cisskabob]

[Cissie grins at him, accepting the premade snowball happily. She's already soaking wet, and freezing, her cheeks flushed pink, but she's not ready to give in and go back inside yet. She's having more fun than she's had in... well, a while.]

Not exactly! I'll take snow over those jerks any day, Mr. Blake. A while ago, this place turned into a space station, and there was a really great laser tag place, but it was otherwise pretty much like this one. Just a change in scenery, and some aliens instead of a ton of snow.

[She laughs, and the snowball hits someone in the shoulder. She ducks one coming their way.] Having fun yet?

[oversight]

[ He's about to answer when he gets a snowball to the side of the head and he has to go digging the cold snow out of the collar of his heavy jacket, flicking it out like it might as well be burning him. ]

Well, it's a bit more tolerable than I was expectin', but I dunno 'bout havin' fun.

[ John makes a face at Cissie — something self-deprecating, but not entirely unkind — and then lobs a snowball back at the crowd they're battling. ]

Pretty sure I'm incapable of havin' a good time...

[cisskabob]

[Cissie laughs, and he is more than welcome to try to figure out if she's laughing at him, or at the snowball that hit him. She tosses another snowball and quickly turns to fire one off in the opposite direction. She hasn't missed a shot.]

Oh come on. I don't believe that for a second. Duck!

[oversight]

[ Quick to react, he follows her directive and just misses another snowball flying right for him. His gloved hand probes at the top of his head as if it might have been grazed — a meager attempt at a joke — and then he tosses her another snowball he'd had waiting in the other hand. ]

Thanks for the assist.

[ And now he's gathering snow for himself, packing it light and pitching it ahead like he's looking for a batter over home plate. ]

You've got some aim game.

[cisskabob]

It's the least I can do, considering you're keeping me armed.

[Cissie flashes him a grin, and thankfully the cold has turned her cheeks pink enough to conceal the flush that creeps up when he compliments her.]

Thanks. It's kind of what I do. [She hurtles another snowball at someone aiming for the back of John's head. She wins.] I'm an archer. I compete professionally.

[oversight]

[ He's not utterly useless — John's a bit more skilled than the average cop — but he doesn't seem to be focused on doing much more than talking to Cissie and partially funding her assault. He's only avoiding hits when it's convenient to do so or he's warned ahead of time. ]

Does it work that way? Pretty sure a snowball and a bow an' arrow work a little diff'rently for the rest of us, but you are the professional, so I'm gonna take your word for it.

[cisskabob]

[Cissie laughs and gives him a quick, appraising look. She's impressed, and doesn't bother hiding it.]

You know, most people don't really question that. They're not the same, not really. I just... have always had really good aim. And my mom noticed it before I could walk, so. [She shrugs, as if this just explains everything. It doesn't nearly explain anything, Cissie.]

What do you do, by the way?

[oversight]

[ Another snowball is lobbed into the churning group of players, but Blake doesn't scoop back down for more snow just yet, instead eyeing Cissie. There's something coolly confident about her that he can't help but envy a little. It's hard not to feel out of place, particularly here. ]

Uh, currently? [ Now he dips, packing snow and tossing her a new snowball. ] Munitions worker. Used to be a cop, though — detective. Somethin' tells me that's not gonna fly here.

[cisskabob]

[Cissie glances curiously at him, frowning thoughtfully as she catches the snowball. If she had any idea that he thinks she's any kind of confident, she would have been completely flabbergasted. Basically the only time she's confident is when it comes to archery or aiming at things.]

A used-to-be detective in Gotham who now is a munitions worker? [She lets the snowball fly without really looking, and gives him a wry smile.] You must have been one of the good cops, then. Why the switch?

[oversight]

[ Munitions in this case happen to be snowballs, and that's really his only claim to the position, but he figures it's not really worth correcting if she's thinking otherwise. ]

Think it was because I was one of the good cops, if I'm being totally honest. Not everyone was takin' that approach, and even when they did, it was a lot harder to make a diff'rence — to help people — from where I was.

[cisskabob]

[Cissie gives him another knowing smile.]

Hey. I've heard about Gotham cops. Even if I wasn't friends with a native Gothamite, I've heard about Gotham. [She lobs off another snowball, expression turning serious.] I'm sorry, though. That sucks--when you want to help people, but you can't, for one reason or another.

[It's something she's very familiar with, although her own limits are self-imposed.]

[oversight]

It's good luck opportunities are 'round every corner, at least. Maybe here more'n where I was, if things are gonna get as crazy as people're sayin'.

[ He'll do his part. Does he think about going home? Of course. But if he's here, he's here in service of others. That's just the natural part of John Blake that can't be denied no matter where he's located. ]

Head's up—

[ A warning now that she's been suitably distracted, followed by another pre-formed snowball tossed into the air for her to catch and use at her leisure. ]

[cisskabob]

[Cissie ducks and catches the snowball he throws her, but she doesn't quite manage to miss getting hit. She gives a little shriek at the snow going down her neck, but she's laughing when she hurls the snowball back in the direction she was hit, this time not really bothering to aim or even look for a mark. She gives John a shrug and a smile after.]

Thanks. I guess there's always something to do. I'm still kind of... trying to figure out my place here, you know? How I can help, when the crap hits the fan. Besides just looking out for me and my friends.

[oversight]

[ He seems to be done with the snowballs for a moment, his hands digging into the warm depths of his coat pockets. ]

Tim's one of those friends, right? Tim Drake?

[ She had mentioned him the first time they'd talked. No last name, but considering he'd talked to Drake later that same day, it's a bit too much of a coincidence to think there might be more than one Tim from Gotham hanging around Wonderland. ]

[cisskabob]

[Cissie brightens a bit, nodding. She's not surprised that Tim and John have met, even removing the common thread of Gotham from the equation.]

Yeah, that's him. I take it you've met?

[oversight]

Yeah, was a real help my first day. Not gonna say it wasn't a bit weird — 'parently we're from the same city, not the same universe — but there's somethin' practical 'bout his views of this place that made me feel a lot less screwed up over it, if you know what I mean.

[ He shrugs and steps a few feet to the side of the battle, trying to effectively remove himself from it. ]

Seems like you're pretty lucky to have a friend like that.