The Dorm Lawn, Friday Morning

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There was snow. Ino didn't have any classes today.

Together this meant that, clearly, it was a day to play in the snow. And this time she was properly bundled up and wearing the hat and scarf Annette had given her for Christmas. At the moment Ino was entertaining herself by making snowballs and stockpiling them.

The first person she saw was totally getting a snowball lobbed at them.

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[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael didn't catch Earth germs, ever, and his body temperature was higher than the human norm. Thus, he scoffed at puny Earth snow and hadn't bothered to wrap up warm.

A perfect target, no?

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Ino spotted him and grinned. Totally a perfect target.

And look! There went a snowball flying at him!

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

He wasn't paying attention and caught it full in the face.

This may have been the first time he'd ever seen actual snow.

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... Score!

Ino burst into giggles and lobbed another at him just to see what he’d do.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Yes, she was getting sick. It really didn't matter right now because SNOW! Annett saw it blanketing the ground when she looked out her bedroom window this morning. She'd just double up on the NyQuil later.

So, hands shoved in her coat pockets, she was wandering outside, looking for the perfect place to make snow angels.

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And there would be Ino gleefully lobbing a snowball at Annette with a cheerful, "Morning!"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oooomf!" The snowball smacked her in the forehead.

Oh. This was so on! She recognized that Morning! and Annette ducked quickly behind a bush.

"Good morning to you, Ino!" she said and bent to her knees, getting together some quickly made snowballs.

"How are you?" Peeking over the bush, she lobbed one towards Ino, hoping for smacking-success!

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Sky had been astonished to look out his window upon getting up to see that snow was blanketing everything he saw. Having grown up in California and spending the last 3 years in space, he had never even seen it before. He had heard it was quite fun, but didn't really understand what the point of it was. Fluffy cold white stuff was only good when it was mixed with grape flavoring. Yes. Thankfully, he had thought to get and pack some warm clothing before coming here, and now decided to bundle up, cautiously step outside, and explore.

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Well, he could explore a snowball right?

Ino gleefully lobbed one at him.

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Sky didn't even realize the snowball was headed toward him before it impacted, of course catching him right in the face. He indignantly brushed it off and looked around.

"Hey! Who threw that?" he demanded grumpily.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Even though Washington State was more likely to see snow than California was, Silver Hills had never gotten any of the fluffy white stuff in the year Jen had spent there; thirty-first century weather engineering had meant Millennium City never saw any snow either.

So this was a first for Jen, who knew about snow and had seen it on TV, but had never experienced it in person.

The black collar, cuffs, and piping of her white uniform jumpsuit (still the only clothing she had) were about the only thing keeping her from blending into the snow from the neck down, and she was far too busy staring up into the sky in a curiously disarmed state of wonder to notice if anything was flying her way.

There were snowflakes. Falling from the sky (as opposed to falling from Sky). She wished Wes and her friends could have been here to see it, but still, a first snowfall? Completely outweighed the urge to mope.

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Ino, pretty snow covered herself, gleefully flung a snowball at the new person.

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen was still staring up at the falling snowflakes, so the snowball got her right in the back of her head and a good chunk of it broke off and fell down the back of her collar.

She yelped and spun around, hands up in a fighting stance before she took in the obvious glee on Ino's face and backed down.

"Sorry," she said quickly.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Snow. Real, actual, snow.

Anemone grabbed her jacket and was out the door in a flash, Gulliver pattering along behind her. SNOW!

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And there was a real, actual, snowball being flung in her direction! Accompanied by gleeful laughter, of course.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

The laughter was a good tip-off, but Anemone didn't move fast enough, and the snowball caught her solidly in the back. "Hey!"

Grinning, she set about scooping up snow as she scanned for her assailant. This meant war!

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Why was Adah even up right now, and not even in the sense of being awake, but out of bed, in a coat, limping out the front door of the dorms? Consider it her body preparing itself for the weekend; she was also leaning toward blaming the snow itself in general. One of these days, she might reconnect with the idea of snow existing, but she discovered that today was not one of those days, blinking in the brightness that it gave the world, wincing slightly at the screaming white, and mostly just staring as she hung back close to the building to watch the large flakes drifting down and the collection of people, like chaos, disrupting the muted beauty.

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Ino looked down at her latest snowball and then at Adah. Should she? With a shrug, Ino lobbed it at Adah, but gentler than she'd been hitting some of the other people.

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

Adah's attention was diverted from the intriguing way that the sky seemed to match the flakes dropping down from it, like it was slowly decaying away, little flecks of remains, shards, like perfectly crystallized little pieces of pencil sharpening shavings, when she felt something hit her shoulder. There was a slight jump in her skin of surprise as her eyes drifted toward where she'd been hit. Ashes of the snowball clung to the wool of her jacket, and she idly took a second to brush it off before considering the angle in which the snowball had hit her, to follow the assumed line of projectory toward finding the culprit, the fiendish, remorseless soul who threw snow at crippled people.

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi was looking around in total amazement. Yes, they had snow in the future. She'd just never had the chance to actually see it up close before. And she was definitely leaving herself open to any snowball attacks.

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And there was Ino gleefully tossing a snowball at Hoshi!

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

The snowball hit her at the back of the neck and some of the snow ended up going down her shirt. "Eep, that's cold!" squealed Hoshi. There was only one thing to do. She picked up some snow, shaped it into a ball, and threw it right back at Ino.

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam was all for being outside when snow was falling. And Sara was right behind him, running happily around him, biting at the snow.

Why yes, Adam was laughing at her.

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And there was Ino! Gleefully flinging a snowball in his direction!

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam only noticed the snowball when it hit him in the back. "What the?" Turning, he saw who'd thrown it at him and couldn't help but grin.

Scooping up some snow, he formed it into a ball and threw it in her direction. Sara went chasing after it.