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

Pines twins | ota

[krmvgivv]

[If you're looking for the creators and undisputed heavily disputed rulers of Fort Pines, you'll find them sticking close together, working as a team to take on all challengers.... at least until they get bored and start trying to shove snow in each others' shirts.

Join them if you want, or attack them if you dare. Or both, really. They're not picky.]

[shorthair]

[ It's one impressive snow fort. Clementine struggles to head out into the snow for fun like everyone else. It just doesn't come naturally to her, but she gets help in doing so and now she's here, stepping up to the fort. Her gaze narrows at the sight.

She smirks in amusement. ]

To the death?

[powerofmabel]

[Mabel lines up a few more snowballs on the side of the fort with glee.] Or until they say "uncle," but it's not as dramatic.

[she picks one of her snowballs up, grinning in challenge.] So what's it gonna be, Clem?

Pines twins | ota

[like247]

[Wendy is definitely in business mode. She has on a fur lined cap with ear flaps, black lines under her eyes, and she's ready for combat. Except one thing needs to be made clear first, at least in her eyes.]

It should be called Fort Falls!

[Laughing as she hauls back, tossing one of the snowballs she carries with the precision and force of a Corduroy.]

[krmvgivv]

We can't rename it now, Wendy!

[Dipper is fortifying the defenses, but he sits up, ruffling through his pockets before tugging out a piece of paper.]

I've already added it to all the ski maps!

Mae | OTA

[deadshapes]

[As soon as this event hit, Mae knew what her purpose here was. She loves the snow, and back home she was an undisputed champion of snowball-related warfare. And there's a whole lot of area at the ski resort, which means that snow fort nation-states will start popping up in due time. She knows of at least one for so far (Fort Pines) and at least one militia (those Phantom guys). And Mae absolutely means to raise her own nation-state.]

[So she takes over the bunny hill.]

[She builds a modest fort up at the top so she has the high ground and stocks it with snowballs over the course of the first few days. When she's not in her fort, she's back at the lodge warming up and gathering food. Once the storm starts she packs it in and abandons Mount Mae to the elements. But until then, the bunny hill is a dangerous place to be.]

[Mae also spends part of the time recruiting new citizens and soldiers for Mount Mae, so anyone who wants to help out and/or plan a coup is welcome.]

Mae | OTA

[romsapience]

[Well now! Taking over the bunny hill just won't do. If Turing wants to conquer the big slopes on their snowboard, they have to learn the ropes! Which means they have to conquer the bunny hill first.

Which means they have to get through Fort Mae.

It'll be a tough job, considering the cat's made an impressive fort, but they'll only lose if they don't try in the first place. So, to start things off, they try a sneak attack. While waiting for Mae to turn her back onto the (hopefully) sneaky robot, they fire a snowball to the back of her head!]

[deadshapes]

[Mae's ear twitches and she turns just in time to see it coming. She dodges to the side and the snowball misses her by maybe a centimeter.]

Sneak attack from behind! Battle stations!

[She calls this to whoever is present, which is no one, but Mae is envisioning a vast army. There's even snowball catapults and snowball ballistas. It's awesome.]

Vile robotic stranger! Prepare to eat snow!

[She grabs up a snowball and chucks it at Turing.]

frisk | ota

[determinedest]

[Yes. They're here. They're here and they're here to raise a ruckus. Bundled in a long stripe of a scarf, white hat jammed over their head - the special one, with the horns and the ears that their Mirror hadn't managed to get their grubby hands on - they're ready to fling snowballs at the highest velocity possible for a fourteen year old who is still obstinately in a twelve year old's body.

They've fashioned a small fort of sorts and built themself a stockpile of snowballs, but there's a small little surprise they've added to their arsenal: a dollop of food coloring in the center of each snowball. If you get hit, you might find yourself covered with a splash of green or a spray of vibrant pink.

What can they say? This Wonderland-brand ski lodge has provided them with a very wide variety in food coloring.]

[powerofmabel]

[Now that the forts are springing up everywhere, Mabel has taken to relying heavily on reconnaissance to recruit, infiltrate, or seize what belongs to the Fort Pines dictatorship. Despite being sly, however, she's not sly enough to avoid getting hit forever. One false move and she's catching a snowball to the chest and a splash of red sprays her snowsuit, looking far more gruesome than it has any right to.

But it plays to Mabel's sense of dramatics. She grips her chest and falls over onto the snow bank, groaning.] I've been hit! Tell my comrades to press on, and win this one for Mabel!

[determinedest]

[Frisk's head pops out from behind the snowfort as Mabel splays theatrically in the snow, biting back a grin as they purse their lips in a mock sternness.]

It means I've marked you! You fight for me now! [So no time for lazing around!] On your feet, soldier!

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?

Henry - OTA

[henrydaniel]

[ Is it cheating if he's using his magic to make snowballs in bulk? This is why you should be TEAM HENRY. With a wave of his hand, there's a neat pile of snowballs ready to go and he grins. Snowball fights are awesome and everyone should get to have this kind of fun.

Also, this is a lot better than the last time something wintery happened and a ghost tried to make him freeze to death. ]

[agentxthirteen]

[ Sharon is observing the snowball fight from a distance. She doesn't want to get involved in a kids' snowball fight. One, the Pines twins are vicious. Two, Sharon's almost certain that as soon as she joins, she will get at least as vicious.

But she can't help but notice Henry's snowballs, just as she can't help but notice that they're getting bigger seemingly on their own. After watching the scene for a couple more minutes, she drifts closer. ]

That's new. [ She nods to the snowballs to indicate what she means. ]

[henrydaniel]

What, magic?

[ Henry glances at the snowballs, then shrugs a little. ]

Just makes it faster, that's all. A distinct advantage in ye olde snowball fight and being Team Henry.

[revolter]

[ leia, despite herself, has been watching the fierce snowball fight from the sidelines. she wanted to protest, to say something about no time for nonsense but the children seem happy and these little moments of peace are few and in-between and therefore, are precious.

isn't this what they're all fighting for?

she does notice something peculiar and when she does - ]

How did you do that?

[ and then, there she is, in person. petite and dressed in white, a sweater today, just over a long skirt. ]

Henry.

[ she places her hands on her hips. ]

Is that the magic you talked about?

[henrydaniel]

[ She remembered him. She remembered his name. Oh God, okay. Be cool. ]

Oh, yep. My mom taught me. We're kind of a magic family.

Leia, right?

[ Just a kid PLAYING IT COOL. ]

Greg | OTA

[drummeintheface]

[Greg's not super good at throwing yet, but he's definitely throwing a bunch. A lot of the snowballs fall incredibly short of their target, or fly right past them, but somehow this one just hit squarely in someone's face. Greg stops his serpentine running so abruptly at seeing this that he slips and lands on his bottom.]

Oof!

[Once Greg catches his breath a little, he holds up both mittened hands in surrender.]

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit your face!

[oversight]

[ Blake, having taken an inexpertly lobbed snow ball to the face, sputters and wipes away the errant snow before rushing forward to offer Greg help back to his feet. ]

Naw, don't worry 'bout it. That sorta thing's expected when you're playin' a game like this.

You okay?

angus mcdonald | ota

[fancylad]

[It takes mere moments of crossing by the field of play for Angus to get completely pelted from all sides. It's unclear who threw the first snowball, but Angus just stands still as soon as it hits and allows an untold amount of snowballs to pelt him, one after the other.

Yep, he just... lets it happen... Because when someone throws something at you, the secret is to let them do it until they get bored. And that's what this is, right? Of course it only took a few days for people to start picking on him. That's typical wherever he goes, so why should Wonderland be different?

There's a disconnect, here. Angus knows that good little boys don't throw things at people. He has to be a good little boy, or else he'll get into big trouble. And he does not want to get into big trouble. So standing in place and accepting the snowball storm it is.]

[krmvgivv]

TIME OUT!

[There's someone just standing there and as serious as the epic war of snowballs is... Dipper needs to make sure this guy's not hurt or anything. He waits for people to stop throwing, then trots out towards the kid. New kid, from the looks of it. Dipper doesn't recognize him, and while there may be more kids than there used to be, Dipper still generally knows them by face, if not by name. He frowns at him.]

Dude, you okay? You're just standing there.

[normandysbest]

[Shepard isn't participating in the fight proper; she kind of feels like, considering the vast majority of the participants are children, she would wing something with the speed of a grenade and break someone's nose. That being said, she's been sledding close by, with a big red circular sled with rope ties under her as she sees Angus get absolutely wailed.

She goes to laugh, just a bit, but... they're not moving. Oh jeez, he's not moving. She dismounts quickly, hitting into a small run before sliding in next to them, slipping the rope straps of the sled over her arms like a shield and holding it above her-- and him, by default-- as she slides in on her knees, blocking another snowball from the side.]

You alright? You look like you got hit pretty hard there.

alphys | ota

[sciencelizard]

[Here's the thing. Alphys doesn't do incredibly well in the cold- she's a lizard, she lives in a place with lava, and this is probably not something she should be doing.

But also, she built a cannon last week, and the plans are fresh enough in her mind that it took only a few hours to recreate and wheel it out to the slope. So Fort Mew Mew now consists of a few side barriers and a fairly sizeable cannon that Alphys is dumping snow into with reckless abandon.

She brought a gun to a knife fight. Good luck with the Death Balls, kids, they're at least a foot in each direction, and it is loud as hell.]