Lawn of the Dorms, LATE Sunday Night

[bitchprince]

Just a few hours ago, the flamingoes had given up on their sudden, magical performance, and retreated to their usual perches for the night. The lights had gone out across Fandom Town, and so no one was awake to witness the start of the gentle tinsel snow. Glittering paper floated down, spreading across the fresh snow, coating it in shimmering colours. It was pretty, it was unnoticed, it was...

The fire alarm cut through the air without warning. The fragile peace of Sunday night shattered into tiny little shards, like a lunatic firing bullets into Christmas decorations with utter abandon. The tinsel? Kept falling. The alarm? Would not stop blaring. The firemen? Were out on the town. It was time for the annual 'strange weather' drill, and no man, woman, or angry pseudopod was going to dissuade them from ushering all the students away from the school.

As they rushed into the school, the tinsel kept falling. Enjoy, kids. We hope you stole a coat upon leaving, or you're going to be plenty cold.

[[ HAVE AT THE FIRE DRILL! Go here for our previous fire drill. Y'all know the drill! ... bad pun. bad. ]]

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[momslilassassin]

"Well if it's just Ender, I have absolutely no problem rubbing his face in the mud," Ben said.

[endsthegame]

"There's no mud," he reminded Ben, rolling the snow around between his fingers. "Just snow."

[momslilassassin]

"I bet if I push you in far enough there would be mud," Ben said lightly, reaching down to form a new snowball. You know, just in case.

[endsthegame]

Ender shrugged, dropping some of the snow, and shuffled a little closer towards him. Mostly to use him as a windbreaker. "The ground would be frozen, Ben," he said, patiently.

[momslilassassin]

"So you'd prefer just a face full of ice, then?" Ben replied with a little grin, watching Ender as he walked closer.

[endsthegame]

"I wouldn't," Ender said, coming to a stop beside him, and shrugged. "I'm just pointing out you're operating on a fallacy."

[momslilassassin]

"I am not," Ben said, because logic had no place here apparently.

[endsthegame]

Ender shot him an impressive bitch, please face.

[momslilassassin]

And Ben shot him a snowball.

Maturely.

[endsthegame]

This time, Ender was in time to duck - and in time to execute his own plan, coming upright with a lot of snow in his hands and reaching quickly in an attempt to stuff it all down Ben's collar.

[momslilassassin]

"Cold!" Ben squeaked, trying to tackle Ender.