all the boys who the dance floor didn't love

[culver]

WHO: General Nill, General Damian, & everybody who signed up or just wants to come.
WHERE: Central Park.
WHEN: 7 December, 10 AM - sometime Saturday or Sunday.
WARNINGS: WHO KNOWS.
SUMMARY: Damian told Nill she wasn't prepared for war, and she's determined to show him differently.
FORMAT: Quick to start, but do whateva you want.



[The field is huge, without cover, and blanketed in snow. To anyone passing by before ten in the morning, it looks serene and beautiful. But as soon as the clock strikes that special hour, two imports with something to prove take to the field to shake hands and wish each other the best. In what?

Snow war.

Pick your side or make your own side, take prisoners or show no mercy; this is more or less a free-for-all. Who will be victorious? Nobody has a clue. As long as Damian gets whapped in the face by at least one snowball, everything will end up just fine.

Team suggestions are just that: suggestions. If you want your character to defect, start their own team, etc. please feel free! And start any new thread headers you want, these were just some Hallie suggested. Have fun!]

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[magicalworld]

Calvin marches into the bunker pretty much immediately after being summoned. He's so eager to find out what Nill thinks of his work, and it shows in his smile. "Hi Nill! Like the new place?"

[culver]

Her wings rustle beneath her thick winter coat, and she nods enthusiastically. Yes, yes it's brilliant! She couldn't have asked for a better architect.

Without any more prompting, she brings out what's behind her back--it's a tin full of cookies, but special ones. They're all shaped like C's. She offers it forward, smiling almost sheepishly. She just hopes it's a good enough thank-you for now.

[magicalworld]

"Oh hey, cookies!" Calvin looks even more pleased than he was before. He has a war, a giant fort, friends, and now cookies. This is turning into the best winter for him. He immediately takes a bite of one.

"They taste really good! Thanks, Nill." He swallows, then stares into the tin with the look of someone with notoriously poor impulse control. "I guess it wouldn't be smart of me to eat them all right now while the war's on..."

[culver]

Really, just seeing him smile is more than enough reward for her. She laughs to herself, head tilted back slightly so he can see it. After all, she isn't touching him right now so he can't actually "hear" it.

The blonde tilts her head slightly and smiles, shaking it a bit. No, probably not right now. She reaches out to place a hand on his arm: They are all yours so you can eat them whenever you want. But preferably after this is over. I do not want you getting an upset stomach on the battlefield. Or at all.

[magicalworld]

"I guess that makes sense." Calvin says that but looks sad. Self-restraint goes against his vision statement. "I'll just bury them in the snow while we're fighting, so the enemy can't steal them. Remind me to make a treasure map later, will you?"

[culver]

Sorry, Calvin. Nill just doesn't want to have to tell your parents that you got sick from cookies. Imagine if they never let you have any again. Her brows raise, but hey, at least snow will act as good refrigeration? A smile crosses her face, and she nods. I will definitely remind you.

[magicalworld]

"All right, great! I'm going to go bury this, then we'll come back and hatch a plan to destroy the enemy." Calvin tucks the cookie tin under an arm, then runs out of the bunker.

Then he runs back into the bunker. "Hey, have you got a shovel or anything I can use?"

[culver]

She laughs, dropping her arm to her side as he leaves. She's about to follow him (not to bury anything of course, merely to check on her friends--troops), but stops when he returns. Her brow furrows at the question, but Nill is never one to be caught unprepared. She goes to an empty tin that's been stashed under the table and pulls off the lid, offering it to him.

Nobody said her solutions were conventional.

[magicalworld]

Calvin is all about unconventional solutions (and problems for that matter). This is why he likes you, Nill. This and the cookies.

"Thanks a lot! I'll be right back, and when I'm done we can make a secret map in code to plan our offensive." And then he's off again.

[culver]

The cookies are just a great bonus. The blonde waves as she watches him go, smiling to herself. She'll have to find some paper for him to make that map with!