the kids'll blow dandelion fuzz

[eviscerates]

WHO: The Righteous Snow Teams & anyone who wants to watch (and laugh, and judge.)
WHAT: A GIANT SNOW FIGHT.
WHEN: 13th July or whatever the IC equivalent is.
WHERE: In the valley near Skyhold.
NOTES: ooc post 1 and also ooc post 2. The snow fight itself is closed to those that signed up, but the observation/chilling afterwards stuff is open. No warnings to add here, please put any that come up in the subject lines!

Also we have room for one more last minute sign up!

Wrap up warm! It probably goes without saying that certain medical personnel will be less than sympathetic to those who come to them with colds after this.

The valley near Skyhold has never really completely defrosted, given how high up they are in the Frostbacks, and Adelaide's students have found themselves working with an environment very receptive to the reintroduction of cold, even in the summer months.

The battle field is impressive. Each of the six teams has their own fortress, forming a rough circle on a thick blanket of snow. Each fort has one flag flapping over all others, the only one each has that cannot be stolen (or, at least, would be very challenging.) Their other seven flags are considerably smaller, and where they are depends entirely on how the team opts to defend them. The vast majority of the snow is white, but there are generous patches within and around each fort that matches that Team Fort's colour. Each fort is a little different, but comes with a catapult build inside it, and scattered around the field are large snow drifts, some battering rams, and a trebuchet. (No trebearchet, sadly. We can always dream.)

Every team member is given a sash of their team colour, and a round wooden shield that is so padded that hurting someone with it would actually be quite an accomplishment.

Far enough away to be spared the fighting, but not to entirely escape the chill that has been renewed in the valley, are some benches. There is warm cider and some food being served, and people are welcome to come and watch (and laugh, and judge) and/or hang out with the noble warriors once the fight has wound down.



Recap of OOC & IC Info;

ADELAIDE	BLACKWALL	CASSANDRA	MERRILL	NORRINGTON	OBI-WAN
violet	apricot	seafoam	raspberry	goldenrod	periwinkle
Andra	Zevran	Eirlys	Sabine	Sadira	Vasran
Alistair	Samouel	Church	Ruby	Clarke	Anders
Cosima	Rydia	Korrin	Martel	Mal	Aleron
Daenerys	Cullen	Sherlock	Ciri	Hermione	Ingrid
Bellamy	Kas	Aveline	Bruce	Taashath	Katniss
Pel	Ellana	Velanna	Lexa	Cyril	Merrick
Anakin	Jeannot	Emma	-	Val	Kirk

Plus Teren as a wildcard and liferiner. No other wildcards on the field!

IC-ish RULES AND STUFF.
1. NO WEAPONS, NO MAGIC.
Assume there is unlimited snow - some dyed to match team colours - so there are snowballs galore! Every person also gets an extremely well padded round shield as a chance to defend themselves. Don't use the shield as a weapon, pls and ty.

2. FLAAAAGS.
Each team gets seven flags that match their team colour. The IC goal is to capture as many flags as you can, but OOCly this is flexible and timey wimey and you don't need to worry about keeping track of flags bc who has time for that?

3. NO VIOLENCE.
Or, more accurately, no going out there to hurt people - it is a snow fight and there is siege equipment, let's not kid ourselves. That said; no tackling anyone smoller than you. If you hurt someone, apologise and don't be an ass. Don't make an NPC referee come after you.

4. BASICALLY JUST HAVE FUN.
Characters can't be eliminated unless they're being a big jerk, but no one wants that to happen because friendship is magic, or something. If it's fun and its awesome then odds are it's totally fine, unless it'd put a character in danger.


There will be an IC prize for winning, which will be ICly due to happen after Orlais since that opens up so soon after the snow fight.

A quick recap on how the winners will be determined OOCly - in three weeks time I will do a tally of points based on comment count and tagging around done per team. Three weeks will hopefully allow everyone a chance to dive in even if unexpected RL things happen, as they are wont to do, and not put on too much pressure with the Orlais plots opening up.


How to get points:
1. Open starters! Every team will get 2 points per team member that posts an open starter.

2. Tag around! Every team will get 2 points every time a team member tags a new person. (If character A tags characters B, C & D they will get 6 points total for tagging around - three different threads with character A and character B would still only result in 2 points.)

3. Keep threads going, hop around and have fun! Every comment by a team member will be worth 1 point. (Multi-comment responses ie. one tag split over two or more comments will still only count for 1 point.)

4. Be hilarious, do something awesome, idk persuade me that something is worth an extra point. NO SERIOUSLY, TELL ME I love excuses to reward people for puns and/or being absurd.

5. IC rule breaking may result in points being taken away because how rude.

Comments

[eviscerates]

"That's okay, I'm really built for the winter." Actually, the Wolf is built for winter, but even so. She braved many a pair of shorts and abdomen exposing tops in Maine never mind the season. Over twenty-eight years you develop something like resilience.

It's not so much a move to throw Pel off, because she has zero desire to accidentally hurt her when she can't see too well where she'd be tossing her, but Ruby shoves her hand into the snow drift and splatters it a solid pile of it in Pel's direction. (And her direction, as a result, but you know. )

[mythalenaste]

"So'm I." Pel sits back on her heels. "When I was a year old, I froze the grass around me in a temper tantrum. Call each other peers in the winter department? We can both wait a long time. The question is which of us has better things to do."

[eviscerates]

"I think the real question is," Ruby starts, helpfully pointing in the direction of an advancing adversary, "which one of us wants to run away from them first?"

Because she's all for running away, in this particular instance.

[degenere]

Having been spotted, the advancing adversary pulls up short, still some distance away. In the gold sash of an opposing team, he cuts a dashing figure. Even the snow in his hair lends him some kind of rakish air, as does the way he grabs, with easy grace, for a well-packed snowball, produced from a leather satchel slung at his side. This is an enemy who comes prepared.

"Stand and fight!" he yells over to them. "Or run! But face the consequence either way!" Orlesian, cheerful--and deadly with his aim, which he proves by winding up and letting the snowball fly.

They're close enough to one another that his target could be either of them. If they dodge, it might just clip a shoulder, or spatter harmlessly to the ground. But there's more where that one came from, and he's already reloading from his bag.

[mythalenaste]

Shit. The snowball barely whistles past Pel, who was already scrambling to her feet and grabbing Ruby's hand to tug her in the opposite direction from Val. She knows that voice and that accent. She would like that adorable, ignorant bubble of friendliness around them to remain unpopped for a little while longer. Something about having the respect of at least one Orlesian.

[eviscerates]

"Wha—"

She says, very articulately, as Pel drags her to her feet. White powder clings to her, and she's spluttering just a little bit, slightly pathetic while trying to shake the snow out of her collar from that recent snowball.

"Can I face the consequences with a cup of warm cocoa? Maybe a slice of pie?" Oh, joking won't save her now, but she's glancing at Pel over her shoulder as she tries to grab at snow.

More quietly, "I seriously don't have a flag, if that's why you're dragging me." Bemused and amused and just faintly befuddled and still trying to shake out that snow, oh my god.

[degenere]

"That depends, coward!" Val yells back, at the backs of his foes. "Do they serve pie in the afterlife?"

Which implies that the consequence is death, which of course it isn't. This is a snow fight. But Val is taking the whole event very seriously--or not, but he is quite serious in his intent to win. His manic grin tints a bit closer to maniacal, and he keeps after them, peppers the fleeing figures with a swift salvo of snowballs. Not all the strikes strike true, but the sheer volume of the volley will guarantee at least one or two.

"Pour la victoire! And for the Gold Team, you chicken-hearted Maker-forsaken heathens--"