walking in a winter wonderland. (MINGLE)

[mirroromirror]

Who: Everyone on the planet!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Snow planet, it's a winter wonderland~
When: From when the planet is in reach until it's time to leave!

[ ooooh the weather outside is frightful

but the fire is soooo delightful

and since we've got places to goooo

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! ]

[ ooc: link to planet info! ]

Comments

[got_it_memorized]

[Hey, Axel's a good shot with a snowball, even if he's terrible with Blizzard magic. When the snowball hits its mark, he pumps a fist in the air with a whoop. He recognizes that look in the other guy's eye, though--there's no turning back now. He twists away when he throws a snowball back, narrowly missing getting beaned in the shoulder.]

Now, now, 'tis better to give than to receive!

[He sweeps up another and packs it together, hurling it toward him with a fiendish grin.]

[idealistic]

[ THAT ONE he saw coming, and thanks to trained reflexes (plus his Exsphere, cheating bastard), he manages to dodge that incoming snowball. that amazing — read: overdramatic — display has him landing on all fours, which he uses to scoop and pack up another handful of snow. ]

But this was specially made just for you!

[ and there it goes, soaring through the air at breakneck speed. ]

[got_it_memorized]

[When the other guy twists and falls on all fours, Axel thinks maybe he's won, but his victorious grin is premature. The snowball that comes flying at him is so fast it barely misses grazing his cheek, and he staggers to one side, taking to a knee in the snow.]

Really? You shouldn't have...

[He swoops down and packs up another, letting it fly with a reckless look on his face.]

Allow me to return the gesture!

[idealistic]

[ the snowball manages to graze his shoulder when he attempts to dodge it, but it doesn't land on him completely. good thing too, that one looked like it would have hurt.

...he likes the way this guy plays. ]

I'm touched! Guess I should just... [ stoop, scoop, pack. and with proper aim to his face, away it goes! ] try to one-up you!

[got_it_memorized]

[He gasps sharply and ducks when the snowball comes straight at his head, and it brushes his hair back. Phew! That was close!]

One-up me? [He sweeps up two snowballs this time.] Come on, really, [He lets one fly--] it's not a competition! [--and the other. He's hoping the second one will hit as he moves to dodge the first. It's been a while since he's had to deploy strategy in a snowball fight, of all things...]