and since we've no place to go

[memeorabilia]

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight

snowfall;

stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white.
stage ii; very light and intermittent.
stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods.
stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall.
stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it.

scenarios;

① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on.
② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do?
③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all.
④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!!
⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket.
⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips.
⑦ mix and match, or make up your own.

Comments

[headspacedad]

[He watches her remember her nefarious plan with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Maybe, if it wasn't already past three in the morning - he would have been tempted to take her up on it. His throwing arm was pretty accurate. But her question had the hinted smile turning into a grin and he shakes his head.]

I don't know about you but I've got class in the morning. And cold snow down the back of my jacket isn't going to help me get to sleep for the few hours I've got left. [Impulsive he reaches out to tap one of the bunny ears on her hat again, making it sway.] I doubt there's such a thing as too much of you though. I'll be around campus all this weekend. If you want a real fight.

[bunnyhopped]

[ Oh, is that a challenge?

Because Hana Song never backs down from a challenge, much less ones posed by someone who's like, twice her size. She looks up at his hand when he taps on her hat, but when she looks back at him it's with a fierce, confident smirk. ]

You're on. I'll be done with all my finals by then, too. Bring your A-game.

[ And to punctuate that, she lifts the snowball-armed hand and hurls the snowball-- not at him, but past him. It whirs through the air just beside him and goes splat right in the face of a nearby statue of some person who was probably important to the history of the university at some point in time blah blah blah. ]

[headspacedad]

[It would be a challenge - but he doesn't expect her to be around campus once finals are over, much less thinking about throwing snow at a TA. Like she said, finals will be over and he doesn't imagine anyone that doesn't have to stays around campus on a weekend after finals where there are so many other, much more fun ways to blow off all the stress.

His head turns as the snowball flies past though, eyes widening a little and - she does have pretty damn accurate aim, that's for sure. Which... she is a professional gamer. He assumes good aim is necessary if he remember his days of trying to shoot moving rupees in a mini-game for Legend of Zelda as a child. He turns back with a slightly crooked grin and gives a nod.]

Take care, Hana Song. You'll do great on your final for my class.

[A wave and his hands slip into his coat pockets and he head's for home. Pretty sure that's the last time they'll have a conversation much less anything else outside of class.]