capeandcowllogs | 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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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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