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Snow

Who: Everyone
What: Snow day
Where: Campus
When: December 2nd-3rd
Warnings: Snow

[The weather outside is cold. More than below freezing. It was only a matter of time then.

By tomorrow, the entire campus will be covered in a tiny layer of white.]

[[OOC - There will be a thread for one specific time; 14:23. Those that wish to catch the first snowflake can fight for it there! Please note that apart from the fact it has 7 sides, and doesn't seem to melt, the snowflake does not hold special powers. Otherwise, start threads as you see fit.]]

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"G-Diffuser..." he mumbled. Listening to her explanation, he nodded. "Ah, yes. I believe I caught the races on TV a couple of times. Hovering does seem like an advantage in this sort of weather."

Quietly chuckling, he added, "Those races seem to be rather popular. I'm not much of a fan for racing or sports, really. But even I can't help but be impressed by some of the stunts they pull."

Weavile gazed down at the bike. "I take it you're a fan?"

Ness. Ness, you dropped your butt. No wait, you picked it up. Now you're just staring at him like there's a Titanian Desert Progg crawling all over his face.

Falco was left to shift a little uncomfortably. He's never really been good at this friendly-social first meetings. Typically things just went straight down to business. Did he do something wrong oh man.

But like Ness over here, he kept a straight face on the outside. Like a boss.

"Yeah? Good to know. Just thought I'd give you a heads up and let ya know we're roommates from now on. Welcome to the school."

"Yeah." She said with little hesitation. She never imagined herself becoming a fan either, but she found thrill and excitement in the races for numerous other reasons, boyfriend relations aside. Samus flicked off one last little glob of snow from the handle bars and likewise took to gazing at her pet project of two years. ...Two years already.

"Falcon installed it last year for me, but I've been adding modifications on and off." Her eyes darted around the parking lot, considering showing it off for Weaville but another thought occurred to her as she scanned over the populace of the other vehicles present; She had never really seen Weavile drive anything. Or anything that looked like something Weavile would drive. Then again he lived on campus, it probably wasn't necessary for him.

"Do you have a vehicle?" She asked anyway.

"Oooooh hey, hey, that's a good idea! We can shave off some metal for the eyes, and then we can take the fluid dispenser and make it a mouth, chu!" As for a nose... "Then we can use the rest to make a nose!"

This snowman might wind up armless and clothes-less, but oh well.

"How is the snow not melting in your hands?" Called out one mysterious ambusher. No, seriously, he'd seen those hands on fire. HE HAD TO KNOW.

"Hmmm." She was teasing. Partially. Although she did want pink brownies one day.

"Weeeell... I suppose I can forgive you." She rolled over and closed her eyes. "If you come love me or at least scratch behind my ears."

The question caught him off guard. Perhaps he had been too busy admiring the bike. Though really, since they were talking about racing and driving, he should've expected such a question.

Shaking his head, Weavile replied, "No, I don't. I don't even have a license. I prefer to use public transportation." Then again, he wasn't sure if any place other than FDC would even allow a Pokemon a license. He smirked, "It certainly cuts down on the price of gas."

Sounded like a pretty shady business. But considering Leon's confessions about being an assassin, it wasn't terribly surprising that he'd have some other unlawful things in his past too.

"At least you didn't freeze to death... Myself, I've never even done so much as set foot in a space ship." Except for that time the faculty got to fly out to Falcon's private island after the Aparoid war, but as far as she knew his Flyer was just some weird vanity jet.

Aha. There he was. Falcon instantly turned in the direction of that distinctive Winters accent, readying a snowball.

"I'm magic." He called matter-of-factly, whipping his snowy projectile towards the voice.

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"I think I'd like to hear a better explanation than that, Douglas." SHE LOBBED ONE AT FALCON'S HEAD and ducked behind another car.

Ho ho. Falcon's snowball just hit the window of the car Jeff was hiding behind. Right next to the one Samus chose to hide behind. Hi, Samus.

"Yeah, that's a real copout!"

Samus noted that while Amp had... concentration difficulties in her classes, she was very good at dismantling things and admired her creativity in this situation. However, since Amp was covered in gloves and other things, Samus took the initiative to take apart the lighter and all it's tiny components using her finger nails.

"Here's the metal flame shield, the flint wheel, the spring, the button... The wheel would make a good eye, right?"

"Hey, it would! Oh, and look!" Amp carefully lifted up the tiny spring and held it up to Samus's eye-view. "The spring could be a good nose! It would, right? Now we just need a mouth and another eye!"

She was going to go ahead in the meantime and stick the spring into the center of the snowman's head. It held pretty well, thankfully, and it looked kind of funny.

Fine. They wanted science? He'd give them science. And snowballs thrown in high arcs so as to clear the cars they were hiding behind and pelt them on the head.

"Because I've got a body temperature of ninety-eight-point-six, just like the rest of you." SCIENCE.

And boy does he have a lot more offenses. But unless she finds out herself, he's staying shut about killing military dogs, doggonnit.

"Would you like to try it sometime?. The view's pretty nice when you leave a planet"

His free hand picked up some snow, single-handedly attempting to make a snowball. Goddamn it was cold!

Oh no science snowballs. "No sheer manliness?"

He kept right on chucking. "Sheer manliness is a given."

That was a difficult request to ignore, but wouldn't go without one last grumpy pout.

He moved to sit on the couch which ended up becoming more of a flop, and draped his arm across her back as if she were just a part of the arm rest. It was a convenient position that left his hand resting on her head.

Scratch scratch.

"At least you're easy to please sometimes."

Gamera... came waddling over... still looking kind of pathetic but like he maybe wanted to joint he cuddle pile. A little.

Edited 2010-12-05 21:50 (UTC)

"No license?" She asked with a tint of mock surprise. It wasn't surprising, given the reasons he just said, but it was an unusual concept for her. Living in space her whole life meant lots of space ships and therefore licenses for said space ships.

"Have you ever wanted one?" It was freedom. "If price wasn't a problem."

Samus felt a small smile creeping on her face, and gave the little spring nose a flick. She put the wheel on for one eye and the flame shield on for the other. The eyes were disproportionate in size but that was okay.

"For a mouth..." She looked down at what was left of the lighter and that was basically just the plastic case. She put it on which resulted in a face that looked something like:

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"...this?"

And Blacky would have been pleased with just that if he hadn't chosen to say at out loud. BUT HE DID. HE SCREWED HIMSELF.

"Hmm, a little to the left. And down. Not right on the ear. Faster, but not too fast. And don't use your nails so hard." She reached out and hoisted the pathetically fat turtle onto the couch, wiping crumbs away from his mouth.

Amp clapped enthusiastically. She didn't even find anything wrong with that really... blank-looking expression on the snowman, nor did she find an issue with the eyes. It looked just right, even if it wasn't really perfect.

"It looks great, it looks great! Now... hold on, it's not ready yet!"

She then decided to remove her scarf and wrap it around the snowman's neck. Now, she thought, it was complete.

"There we go, chu! Now he won't get too cold!" Uh. "... I mean... he'll be comfy, chu!"

FLYING MAN WAS HIS ROOM MATE holy balls this was like the best thing ever. "Oh, cool! Nice to meet you... uh..." He had been so pre-occupied with the large, blue bird's appearance that he wasn't sure if he had actually said his name.

He didn't have time to be embarassed about it because his mind was realing with a billion questions. How long had he been there? How did he get out of his head? Were all of them there? Had he met a cruel fate with a paint bucket? Flying Man would you... be... his courage...

"... Do you like baseball?"

Unfortunately for him, Green hadn't been paying much attention because he had been reading while walking (Tsk tsk), and thus was wearing his glasses. He made an irritated sound as he pulled the freezing spectacles off of his face and tried his best to dry them off on his shirt, despite the snow being a bit excessive.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

Weavile let out a thoughtful hum. He had entertained the idea before, certainly. But he simply didn't see a need for one.

"No," he slowly answered, "not particularly. Over the past few years, my places of work and residence had been nearby, so I never needed one. Plus, I don't travel much outside of the city."

He paused. Plenty of the faculty had their own vehicles: either cars, motorcycles, or floating warships. Even some of the older students had their own cars. "Do you think it's odd?"

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