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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Honestly he'd be surprised if that had been the last time. Kirk just enjoyed it way too much.

"You kind of have to know it's coming to avoid it." That and he wasn't allowed to use magic so that made a big difference. Either way Sam is giving a huff when Kirk nips then sits back up - such a tease. Course the grin that is being directed at him has Sam raising an uncertain brow. Just what was Jim planning?

As soon as he sees Kirk gathering snow he starts to struggle, though in his position and how he's sunk into the snow it's more like wiggling. Course when chilly fingers start pulling at his clothes he starts to struggle more, already catching onto what Kirk plans on doing.

"F-" Feeling his shirt start to come away and the chilled air on his stomach, Sam reaches out to grab Kirk's arm in hopes of preventing him from doing what he's planning.

He really did.

"It's called sensing dangerous intent," he informed him. "Like right now." His thighs squeezed around the other to keep him from wriggling away, and Sam should know how strong those thighs were. All his cardio wasn't for nothing, and he often added lunges and other leg exercises in when he did his morning routines.

Kirk drove his arm down with the snow, which was stained a delightful periwinkle color even. Perfect.

"That hardly was dangerous intent." Sexual and maybe several other things, but Kirk certainly had not given off vibes of being dangerous. Course now that he was being held down while Kirk planned on nailing him with a colored snowball he was sensing it. Or that might just be the snow touching his back from where Kirk was lifting his shirt.

Damnit he had strong legs, so his mobility was further limited, and he was high enough that Sam couldn't even try bucking him off - if he even could. The attempt is futile though, giving a rather loud bark of surprise when periwinkle snow is slapped against the middle of his stomach. Sam immediately freezes up, hissing behind his teeth at the chill.

"Shit, that's cold!"

It didn't help that Kirk was very well acquainted with the way Sam's body moved when it came to bucking. It was easy for him to ride it out, as it were. That, and he was particularly determined, letting out a bright laugh when the other cursed against his assault. It was so rare, at least to him, to hear Sam use foul language that it made the incident funnier.

"I believe that is a point for me then," he smirked, smug as you please.

Oh he knew plenty of curse words, but it hardly came into his vocabulary, he didn't particularly need them, though shock to the system certainly was a good reason to use them. Once the cold of the snowball isn't so shocking, Sam lifts his head to frown at the man straddling him. Least that's what he's going for, but it's probably more of a pout since he can't be too mad at Kirk.

Looking down has him sighing though then raising a brow at the Rifter. "I think you would've gotten the point without taking off my clothes." That was certainly going to leave a mark.

It is a particular power of his - one either cannot be mad at Kirk, or you hate him for the rest of your natural born life. Kirk is not a man of middling ground, even when it comes to people liking and disliking him.

"This was more fun," he stated simply, smirking like a cat in the cream.

Well he can certainly dislike things Kirk does without disliking the man himself.

"Thanks to you I'm going to have a periwinkle abdomen. Couldn't have just hit me with a regular snowball?" No, because that clearly would've been less fun. Course it wasn't exactly going to show once his shirt was down. Or was that the point?

"Hmm, true. I should have put it in a place you'd need help washing off," he clucked his tongue in irritation at his own mistake, though he could hardly deny that he gotten a lovely sight when he'd pulled at the other man's shirt. So, a trade off. He won either way.

Sam's lips purse at the mention of getting colored in someplace hard to reach on his own, immediately thinking about his back. Or rather his back side. Well that wasn't happening - he'd certainly break rules on no magic if Kirk even considered it.

"Are you going to keep my pinned for the rest of the game?" Not a terrible thought, but they were in the middle of a game. And public.

Kirk wasn't quite so cruel. Or perhaps he was. But not now, at least. But who knows - maybe he throws a stray snowball and it slides down Sam's back. Could happen, never knew.

"I had considered it, but that's not very sporting," he leaned down, giving him a quick, sharp kiss before pushing off him. "No hard feelings, right?"

He's pretty sure if they weren't in the middle of a war game then that answer would've been different. As it is, Sam gives a bit of a relieved sigh in being allowed to get up, back now rather wet from where the snow had melted against it.

"Little too cold for it to be." He jokes, referring to having been in a very compromising position, but in snow. "Am I to watch out for you popping out again to tackle me?"

Oh most definitely. But circumstances dictated that he give up his preferred position, sadly. He could resume it later, though. That was one of the pleasures of living with your target.

"Who knows? Why give away my element of surprise?" he winked at him.

"Oh, well, in that case - that'a a definite 'yes'." He knows you Kirk. He doesn't know when - more than likely in the bedroom - but he knows it's going to happen.

Course despite being cold, wet and periwinkle he's smiling, abeit shaking his head just a bit. "Off to tackle some other poor soul then?"

"Don't be jealous," he tease and waved, trotting off back towards the defenses of his own fort.

"Yes, very jealous of you tackling people," he says with a shake of his head, watching Kirk run off back to his fort before taking a moment to look at his stomach now that he had a better view. Yep, that was going to be there for a bit.

the kids'll blow dandelion fuzz

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject