borrows the trebuchet, loads it up, aims for Redmond, and deluges Bill Gates with snow
Wakes up from a self-induced coma [sub]mumble mumble Xmas shopping mumble[/sub], realizes she’s still holding the hose, and that (miraculously) the water’s still gushing out
MERRY FREAKING CHRISTMAS!!
Runs around vigorously spraying everyone within range
YAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
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(walks off to rewrite his name in the snow)
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by Tapioca Dextrin *
**[list]
[li]Gathers up yellow snow[/li][li]Who can I throw it at?[/li][li]Hi Opal! **[/li][/QUOTE]
TelcontarStorm Brings around the Huskies. (Who, BTW have just been fed and watered) Watch out where they go! I’m protecting these here Baby Seals so no funny business. (Scans the distance for Fur Trappers who are strickly comercial.)
Washte, cold from having so much snow shoved up and down her jumper, sneaks away then emerges 20 minutes later. Wonders why Kal’s bum is sticking out of the Snowball Launcher of DOOM. Walks by, give it a swift kick. Then feels sorry for him and begin tugging his belt loops. With a final yank, removes the Kalcicle, whack the ice off his jacket and tell him it was CJ who kicked him in the bum.
Before he can retalliate I shout:
Time Out!
Then walk around handing everyone a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows or a hot buttered rum, and old-fashioned cinnamon toast.
Need to keep our energy up 
Comes running out of his house just in time to get some hot buttered rum and cinnamon toast, which he sorely needs after shovelling off the snow that was supposed to go south of Chicago.
Apologizes for missing the snowball fight, expresses regrets due to family obligations, and mutters incoherently about “damn hospital” as he goes back inside.
mmmm cocoa and hot cinnamonn toast mmmmmm
That’ll keep my energy up
and with all that chilly snow down Washte’s jumper, that may not be the only thing up
<Ducks the yellow slushballs being hurled vigorouosly from all directions>
::comes out from behind a tree and throws snowballs in various directions::
I suppose there’s no use trying to hit one particular person, seeing as how, with my skill, when I throw it will go in a completely opposite direction, so I’ll just hurl snowballs in every direction. Hah! I got someone!
::hides again::
throws snowballs at everyone and runs
Dodges said ball and checks on Baby seals. Everything is fine.
** Raises fist on air ** COWARD!
Continues watching for man wearing lead filled snow shoes.
Hey someone just snowballed me. Was it Lady Juliet? I’ve got two huge balls waiting just in case
Much to everyone’s dismay, when they break through Spaz’s snow fort, they discover that she has tunneled through the snow, blocking the way behind her. As they all stare in dismay at the empty fort, warmed with Washte’s treat, they do not hear the sounds of a fire hydrant being dragged through the snow behind them. Spaz giggling maniacally, although quietly, carefully hooks up a fire hose.
<Horrible fake Ah-nold accent>
Prepare to freeze.
: Turns on the hose :
Oh reeaaalllyy??? I’d put them puppies away before they got frostbite!! 
Washte runs up behind Lady Juliet, grabs a branch on the tree and gives it a massive shake… Covering us both with snow!
WWEEEEEEEEE!!!
flies through the air riding on the stream of water from SpazCat’s hose
Weehee!!!
crashes into a tree
Owww…
impact shakes tree, dumping 5 tons of snow and an abandoned bird’s nest full of rotten eggs onto everyone else
Hahaaaaaaaa!!!
tries to prance away, realizes she’s bleeding, shrugs, and skips over to the first aid snow fort
Looks for someone to warm them up on, just in case
Quite bracing, this weather is, wot?
smack
I say! One of you urchins knocked off my hat with a snowball! (Picks up hat, brushes it off, clamps it tightly on head.)
sshhh! I just filled a hat I found with yellow snow. Don’t tell the owner.
Takes advantage of superior lack of size and maneouverablity to duck away from Kal. Jumps up, graps Legomancer’s top hat, fills it with loose snow, and puts it back on Legomancer’s head.
[British urchin accent]
“Here you are, sir!”
[/British urchin accent]
Shoots a fond grin at whkeith who, being internet-connection-less at the moment, is completely oblivious. (He said to say he’ll get you later, agentfroot.
Fieldstrips, cleans, and reassembles The Snowball Launcher of DOOM while befriending one of the huskies. Tosses Kal his hat, which somehow got lodged in the works.
Gets hit in the back of the head by a snowball. Turns and sees Lady Juliet who was apparently aiming at someone else.
Notices the complete absence of Moderators. Raises eyebrow as an evil grin graces her face as she takes her life into her hands.
“Hey Coldfire! Happy Boxing Day!” Sets The Snowball Launcher of DOOM to Lancashire Christmas and turns it on him.
Confound it!
::grab CJ, hoist her over my shoulder, run to the nearest snowdrift and throw her in. Headfirst::
Hehe.
::goes in search of Meatros::