brightly shone the moon that night ( open )

[onevice]

Who: Sam Winchester, Snow White, Ellie, Robyn Cousland, and YOU
Where: Various.
When: December 12th - December 26th
Rating: PG-R for language and likely violence, potential for character death.
Summary: See various character top levels below! Basically, Wonderland Christmas is as fun as always...
The Story: ( though the frost was cruel )

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[backpacking]

Whoa - Simon?

[ She pops up from behind the bush, waving meekly and smiling in a sheepish, apologetic sort of way. ]

Heh... whoops. [ Ellie drops the other snowball, maneuvering her way out from behind the brush. ] Thought you might be someone actually dangerous.

[luckynumberthree]

What does that mean? [ He pauses from wiphing snow out of his face to look mildly offended. ] Actually dangerous? I'm completely dangerous.

Grr.

[ He even makes the claws and grimace to go with it. ]

[backpacking]

Uh, you know what I mean. Monsters. Wonderland-brand shitty... monsters.

[ She sticks out her tongue, not even bothering to look scared. ]

You're way too fuzzy to be scary.

[luckynumberthree]

[ He just laughs at that. ]

Too fuzzy, huh? Is that how it is?

[ He has ways of dealing with him. Just watch. He bends down to start forming retribution in the form of snowballs. ]

[backpacking]

Uh, yeah, and- oh no you don't!

[ Ellie laughs, also ducking down and hastily packing together the snow. ]

I've got you beat; you're a way bigger target, fuzzball!

[ It'd be better if they were using water guns, but this will do. ]

[luckynumberthree]

Yes, but I'm fast. You just try and counter that, Shorty.

[ He grins and sends a snowball flying at her. ]

[backpacking]

I'm fast, t-

[ Thwump. The snowball beans her in the shoulder and she exclaims in surprise, making a nasty, but simultaneously amused face. ]

Motherfucker! [ But she's laughing and lobs a snowball back at him in return. ] This means war, you know that?

[luckynumberthree]

[ His laugh when his snowball lands and gets her cursing gets a delighted bout of near maniacal laughter from him, because really, she's a kid after his own heart and far be it from him to scold her over language when he's likely to say just as bad in front of her without ever realizing it. ]

Bring it, squirt. I will own you.

[backpacking]

Oh, nuh-uh. You're going down.

[ And she makes a point of lobbing a few surprisingly well-aimed snowballs in his direction. ]

Suck, it crusty!

[luckynumberthree]

[ He manages to duck the first, but the second catches him in the shoulder and as he picks up his head to yelp about it, a third smacks it dead center in the face, leaving him sputtering snow and laughing. ]

Oh, you're gonna regret that, squirt.

[backpacking]

Uh, I don't think so.

[ She's laughing, too, having no issue with how she'd beaned him straight in the face with hard-packed snow. What? He's fine! ]

Good luck catching me, Grandpa!

[ And Ellie makes a dash through the snow toward the trees where there's a bit more cover. ]