Outside the dorms, evening

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Tick was bored. Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored. And he had too much on his mind.

He looked outside and saw snow. And so he went out to build a snowman. It was kind of lumpy and had wings. He called it SnowArthur.

You can come outside a build a snowman, too.

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"It's a sport where I come from." Anders took advantage of the pause to try and chuck a snowball back at Angel from his prone position, since he'd been trying to work on that particular technique in game. "Little bit football, little bit basketball."

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"I've played basketball," Angel said. He didn't duck in time to avoid getting hit on the chest. He bent down to scoop up more snow. "And hockey. Mostly I like hockey."

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Anders rolled over and started scraping together snow in an attempt to build a fort, but there really wasn't enough of it on the ground to do that, so he settled for making more lumpy attempts at snowballs. "Oh, I've watched some hockey on the weird cornered TV here. Looks fun, but one full-contact sport's enough for me."

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Angel looked around. "Shame they haven't shoveled yet. We could make something out of the piles. And whaddya mean 'cornered TV'?"

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"The pictures!" Anders waved his hands around vaguely. "It's not just the TV, it's the books, and the paper, and . . ."

He made an odd framing gesture, as if he was blocking off the corners of an imaginary television screen. "They've all got sharp corners on 'em. It's weird!"

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Angel looked interested. "It's all round where you're from?"

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Anders blinked. "No, it's . . ." He held his hands up and mimed framing a rectangle, then cutting the corners off. "More like eight-sided? Octagonal? Where the corners aren't sticking right out like that."

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"Interesting," Angel said. "Are the paintings like that too?"

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Anders had to stop and think about that one for a second, since he'd never thought to observe it as an interesting phenomenon back home. "Yeah, they are. Paintings, photographs, even CDs. I never asked why. They just were."

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"Wild," Angel cocked his head as he tried to imagine it. "Hey, you got any art books or something on the subject? I'd love to see how things are framed with that kind of border."

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Anders scratched his nose. "Art books? Naw, that's not my thing, but you could ask Kara Thrace, maybe. She's from Caprica too, and I think she's into painting."

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"Kara," Angel frowned. "Don't think I've met her. What's she look like?"

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"Oh, she's --" Anders held up a hand at about chin level. "Short blonde hair, about that tall, lives in 215, doesn't smile too much. Usually in the gym with me most afternoons for Pyramid training. She knows Crichton, so you'd probably see her around sooner or later."

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"I'll have to ask her about the art then," Angel said. "I've started hanging out in the gym myself. Maybe I'll see her there. Does she draw?"

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"Not sure," replied Anders, shrugging in a vain attempt to cover up the fact that he was starting to shiver. "Know she paints, but not so sure about the drawing. Probably, though."

He tried again, and failed, to suppress another shiver. "Okay, this cold is getting kinda much for me here, with the not being used to it. I better head inside. Guess I'll see you around, now that you're on the floor and all?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Angel said. "238, with John. Stop by anytime."