Fourth floor common room- Thursday afternoon

[stacyexperiment]

Gwen was not by nature a very competitive person. Nor did she like most people. But the snowball fight was sounding like it might not suck and she probably had to be there as a StuCo rep anyway and she'd much rather pelt people with snow than get pelted herself. So, she was ignoring some random court show on the TV in order to google "how to win a snowball fight" on her phone.

The results were mostly depressing, until she scrolled down a little. "Ooh, trebuchets..."


[Probably a teensy bit slow for work but I'm bored. Open, especially if fourth floor dwellers wanna plan, la.]

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[smilestopscars]

"Why are we talking trebuchets?" Ezra wondered as he waltzed in. No, they hadn't met before, and no, this wasn't his common room or his floor. None of that was going to stop him from acting like he belonged exactly here.

Marching straight to the fridge added to that.

[stacyexperiment]

"Prepping for a snowball fight," Gwen said, looking up from her phone. "You from the fourth floor?"

Because, of course, it was war and all, if you were into that sort of thing.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra offered her a sly little smile.

While swiping some orange juice from the fridge. "Depends on who's asking."

[stacyexperiment]

"Gwen. From the fourth floor," she said.

She didn't care about the orange juice as much as again, not getting pelted with snowballs.

[smilestopscars]

He would've probably lied about the orange juice being his, anyway.

I'm "Ezra," he said, with a little nod. "From this building." Funny. "Pleased to meet you, Gwen."

[stacyexperiment]

"You too. So you just go trolling through other floors for stuff?" she asked. "No shame."

[smilestopscars]

"I didn't say I'm not from this floor," Ezra pointed out, mostly for the sake of being thorough, as he got a glass for his stolen juice. He had some manners, after all. Once he was done pouring it, he held the glass up. "This is my orange juice."

Now.

[stacyexperiment]

"So are you from this floor?" See, look what you did, Ezra, now she needed to know.

[smilestopscars]

"Almost." A beat. "From the second."

That was not 'almost' the fourth floor, Ez. No.

[stacyexperiment]

"I mean, that's only a two-floor difference," Gwen said. "Practically nothing."

[smilestopscars]

"Exactly," Ezra replied with a bright smile. "I don't want to get too hung up on the numbers, anyway. If I did, I'd miss out on a lot. Like meeting you here, right now."

[stacyexperiment]

"That's true. I am awesome and you're better off for knowing me," she said. "Tell me straight though: is the juice better here or something? That's a real question, I don't know what I'm missing."

[smilestopscars]

Ezra shrugged, holding the glass up to give it a critical look. "It's okay," he decided. "I've had better. But it's winning just by virtue of being here."

[bearmaidenfair]

"Is this a strategy session?" Vider asked as she entered the common room. "I was thinking of ordering food." Obviously people strategized best when there was food.

[stacyexperiment]

"I guess it could be," Gwen said. "I was mostly just googling..."

Not so much with the strategy, this one.

[bearmaidenfair]

"Were you googling something about snowballs?" Vider asked. "Because then it can definitely be a strategy session."

[stacyexperiment]

"I was," she nodded. "This site is using words like 'artillery.'"

[bearmaidenfair]

Vider nodded soberly. "I was thinking we could pre-make snowballs so we have a good arsenal when it starts," she said. "But then we have to make sure no one from other floors knows where they are. Is there a list of who lives on which floor somewhere maybe?"

[stacyexperiment]

"Probably the office," Gwen said. "I know Johnny's on three, and that might be a problem."

[bearmaidenfair]

"Why would that be a problem?" Vider asked. She hadn't made Johnny's acquaintance, no.

[stacyexperiment]

"Fire powers," she said, wrinkling her nose.

[bearmaidenfair]

"...yeah that's a problem," Vider agreed. "But melting everything isn't the same thing as winning a snowball fight, is it? At least," she shrugged, "that's my story and I'm sticking to it unless and until I find out we have someone with better fire powers on this floor."

[stacyexperiment]

"As far as I know he's the only one," Gwen said. "But hey, at least we know a potential problem, right?"

She didn't know Elsa.

[bearmaidenfair]

Between Elsa and Johnny maybe they'd cancel each other out? Vider gnawed at her lower lip for a moment before admitting, "Unfortunately my powers are the kind we definitely don't want to be involved."

[stacyexperiment]

"And I don't have any," Gwen said thoughtfully. "I have anger issues?"

[bearmaidenfair]

"Ha," Vider said. "So do I. Still, not really helpful. What was that about a trebuchet?"

[stacyexperiment]

"Oh, they're saying you can catapult a bunch of snowballs at the other side. That'd probably go pretty well with the stockpile you were talking about," Gwen said.

[bearmaidenfair]

"Maybe we could make a really big snowball and fire it at the guy with fire powers?" Vider suggested.

[stacyexperiment]

"That might be wasting time. All he does is go 'flame on' and poof, he'd have it melted," Gwen considered. "Maybe we can fire a really big snowball at other people!"