faderift | the kids'll blow dandelion fuzz

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.

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There is a nod, and a bit of an eyebrow twitch as her brows furrow while she is trying to place his accent. Not that it matters in the grand scheme of things, but she is making an effort to better understand the people who make up a part of the Inquisition.

"I'll have to get more later, and to answer you the question: Not since I retreated here to catch my breath. People are rather sneaky in hiding them too."

Now there's a familiar look. Mal chuffs a soft laugh and shakes his head, try'n to pick the story he'll spin this time. "Grew up 'round trade folk and dwarves. Kinda muddled the language a li'l bit."

More than a little. It's more honest than the 'I'm a very tall dwarf' story.

"Some have been runn'n about wear'n their flags. Figure I can get me and Jayne into one of them forts, stir up a bit of a ruckus."

Her cheeks flush with spots of pink when he guesses rightly just what she was doing. The embarrassment was short-lived and quickly replaced by a speculative look. She'd never met a dwarf before so had no idea if his he was telling the truth, or having fun.

"Jayne?" There was a head tilt towards the Mabari, hoping that was indeed Jayne. "Sounds like fun. I've loaded up on snow for this little excursion." She thumped her satchel which was now brimming with yellow snow. Why they'd decided on yellow, she'd never know.

"Mhmm. Got him off an Orlesian. So if you hear me talk'n all fanciful and such it's just cuz I'm tell him what to do. Or swear'n. Or try'n to sound poetical- I slip into it a lot now that I think of it." He snorts a soft laugh (at himself mostly) and reaches down to ruffle the Mabari's ears.

Jayne, knowing he's being talked about, preens.

Ever seen a fat dog preen? It's hilarious.

"Remind me t'give Seeker Knob-Nose shit for pick'n yellow, later."

She looks from Mal to the Mabari with a look of mild confusion, wondering if it's a language thing where all animals of a species are assigned a certain gender, such as all dogs being male and all cats female.

"You said his name was Jayne?" Jayne sounded feminine... But she shook her head. This was his dog to name as he saw fit and also a dog that had been formerly owned by Orlesians. She was fairly certain that was the explanation right there. Instead, she turned her attention back to the snow fight, "Ugh, I know, even red would have been better. Anyway, whatever you're interested in doing, I'd be more than happy to help. I think I've sat around the base long enough."

"Named after a man I work with. Dunno why his mother named him Jayne but, it is what it is." All he knows is that the woman knits and is mighty proud of her smuggl'n son.

Yes, okay that was strange. She decided to let it drop, thinking he was teasing her. Who would name their male child Jayne?!

"Families are strange." That was about all she could say on that matter as she shrugged her shoulders. Watching the dog, she suddenly had an idea.

"Is it against the rules to used a Mabari to tackle people? They're technically smaller than nearly everyone."

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