powerofmabel: (☆ but she chose to be good)
Mabel Pines ([personal profile] powerofmabel) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2017-06-02 03:07 pm

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

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.]
cisskabob: (Robin is my hero)

[personal profile] cisskabob 2017-06-25 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[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: ([±] be right over there)

[personal profile] oversight 2017-06-25 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
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.