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all the boys who the dance floor didn't love

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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What is happening.

Flashes of light from three directions, snowballs from three directions- there is only one explanation. Calvin realizes he's been surrounded by enemies, probably by some dumb team with a pink light theme. He can't see them right now, but there's an easy way to fix that- get above them.

There's a ka-pwing noise and the kid flies up into the air with a snowball in hand, scanning the area around him. As soon as he sees a target it's getting pasted.

When Calvin makes a tactical retreat to the air, he'd spot Charlie standing behind a snow bank making a couple more snowballs. She looks up in time to watch him fly, and smirks, waving...before yelping and vanishing in a flare of pink just before the snowballs reach her.

She reappears a bit further along, hurling the snowball she's holding at him. "Come on down, Calvin! Nobody's trying to hurt you!" Well, except for the snowballs.

"A teleporter!" Calvin exclaims to no one in particular. "Those treacherous fiends!" He darts aside and lets Charlie's snowball pass by him, then pulls another round out of his backpack and returns fire.

"Hold nice and still and I'll consider it!"

"Riiiiight," poof, gone as the snowballs shoot through where she was, and this time she reappears in the branches of a tree, wobbling wildly as she throws another snowball at him.

"You stop cheating and maybe I'll stop cheating!" Which they both know perfectly well the other won't do.

"Okay, fine!" With that Calvin suddenly dive-bombs the tree, hurtling past the snowball. He crashes his way past some branches and lands on Charlie's perch with enough force to shake the tree- hopefully knocking her off.

"Holy woah!" Charlie tried to leap out of the way as Calvin slammed into her branch, but instead just went tumbling off of it entirely, letting out a little shriek as she tumbled down to vanish into a large snow drift that had piled up against the tree.

For a moment, everything was still...and then the snowdrift seemed to collapse in on itself, and from above Calvin would come a "HAH!" As Charlie appears...having brought about half the drift with her to drop right onto him.

Calvin exults as Charlie falls. "Hah! Take that, vile fiend! Liberty and justice and Nill's side will always triumph over- huh?"

A shadow appears over him, and he has just enough time to look up before the snowdrift cascades around him. Calvin yelps, tumbles, and falls into the exact same drift Charlie just popped out of.

Of course, Charlie can't fly, so she was tumbling after him, but she managed to catch herself on a branch a few feet above the pile, grinning as she scrambled up onto it

"Gotcha!"

The kid's head wriggles out of the pile, spitting snow. The rest of his body stays snugly buried, but he glares up at Charlie anyway.

"I'll never surrender, sinister tyrant! I'll get out of this, or my trusty comrades will rescue me."

She swung down off the branch, dropping to a lower one as he shouted at her, and then to the ground. "Sinister Tyrant. I kinda like that," she said with a laugh. Well, if she was on D's team, that made them sort of the villains here, didn't it?

"Oh will they?" She looked around for a moment, and then grabbed up some more snow and pressed it down into the snowbank around him, packing it down carefully, making sure it was quite thick and solid. "If they can get you out, you mean."

"Hey, what are you doing!" Calvin yells as his prison becomes tighter around him. "Stop that! You can't do that! This violates the Geneva Convention!"

He grits his teeth and strains. "This can't be happening! The Porter gave me muscles of magnitude, I should be able to break out of this!" There's a faint ka-pwing noise from deep inside the pile, but he stays stuck tight.

"I'm prrrrretty sure this isn't torture, Calvin," Charlie couldn't help but grin as she watched him struggle though, carefully packing down more and more snow until he was basically a head sticking out of a smooth half-circle of solid, well set snow.

She stopped then, peering at him intently, just making sure he has enough room to breath (though really, the yelling was a clue) before nodding her head in satisfaction.

"There. You're a little igloo with a head."

Calvin scowls mightily. "One of these days my tiger buddy is going to get Ported in, and I'm going to feed you to him. Feet first!"

He stops struggling, at least for the moment. "So what now, sadistic maniac? If it's information you're after, forget it! I'll never talk!"

"I'm so completely scared," she said with a grin. And then she hesitated, because 'what now' was actually a very good question. "Uh."

She hadn't really had a plan, this had just seemed like a good idea at the time. "I suppose I just leave you here. It's not like I can't sneak into your mega fort thing whenever I want anyway..."

"What? No! Don't you even dare!" Calvin sounds panicked now. He hadn't thought of ways to proof his masterpiece against teleporters! "You can't do that! It's impregnable, I tell you! You'll never make it out alive!"

"What, you make some sort of anti-teleport trap out of snow, Calvin?"

She was joking, but...if anyone could do it, it would be Calvin...

"There's no way for you to know for sure, is there?" Suddenly Calvin looks a lot more smug even though he's still trapped in his own personal igloo. "Maybe I did. Maybe I planned for everything, including teleporters and psychics and aliens! Maybe you're just going to teleport right into your own grave."

"Mmm..." She tapped her finger against the snow for a moment, then grins. "Eh, I'll chance it. I'm awesome, there's no way you could plan to counter all that."

Uh-oh. "Go ahead, see if I care!" Calvin tries very hard not to let himself sound frantic. "My only regret is that I won't be able to see what happens to you. I'll still be able to hear your screams from clear across the Park!"

"Hmm." She just grinned and turned away, vanishing in a bounce...only to reappear a second later.

"Wait, how cold are you in that thing?"

Oh no, now what? Calvin frowns.

"I'm buried in a giant heap of snow! Of course I'm cold." Really he's pretty cozy in there, insulated in his little igloo, but why pass up a chance to gripe?

"Hmm," she tapped her finger against her chin for a moment, then vanished again.

It's five minutes or so before she's back, with a stick she found somewhere and a piece of cardboard. She scoots up onto the little pile and jams it into the snow near his arms. On it, scrawled in bright green marker, it reads "I GOT CAUGHT! SOMEONE SHOULD PROBABLY RESCUE ME FROM THIS EMBARRASSMENT." And then she scrambles back and nods in satisfaction.

"There. That should do it." She slowly dusted off her hands as if a job was well done.

"HEY!" Calvin is not grateful for this compassionate distress signal. "That's not funny. Get rid of it!" He reaches out to knock over the sign, flailing with his short little arms, but he can't quite reach- Calvin's stuck too snugly in the snow.

Charlie just grinned again adn reached out to give him a pat on the head, darting back before he can get a hold of her.

"It's perfect. Now if you shout really loud maybe someone you know will come save you, huh? That is what you want, right?"

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