Snow

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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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Falco had three words for this kind of weather, and they weren't appropriate for a school environment plus, the warnings did not cover cursing. If it wasn't clear by the way he was looking at the film of snow like it just spit in his soup, he hated the cold.

Conveniently, his familiar form had something that the other didn't: nice, cozy feathers to keep warmth in place. With his trusty grey long-sleeved jacket, he was good to venture outside. Because hell if a little snow was going to keep him cooped up indoors. At least it wasn't anywhere near as snowy as Fichina. Now there was a frozen hellhole.

And what's this, some kid he's never seen before trying to build a lame excuse of a snowman. Oh right, his dorm room was listed for a new roommate, wasn't it? This could be the guy. He should...probably go introduce himself, or something. Hope it's not the wrong kid.

He walked up casually, hands buried into his pockets.

"Hey. Ya wouldn't happen to be Ness, would ya?"

[pkrockin]

Rolling, rolling, rolling.

Ness nearly missed Falco's approach. There wasn't a whole lot of snow to go crunching around on yet and he was very absorbed in this careful art of Snowman butt crafting. Luckily the light prickly feeling he got whenever something was creeping up from behind was still around, so he didn't completely drop his butt-to-be when his new room mate greeted him.

That's when things became magnified in Ness' mind's eye. Things were moving in real time, but in Ness' minds things had come to standstill. He turned ssssllllowwwwllly (that's at a normal speed for you, Falco), saying the words, "Yeah, I'm…"

[pkrockin]

And then he set eyes upon Falco's visage.



"…Ness," he finished without missing a beat. Ness was totally keeping his cool on the outside because he was a champ but on the inside he was suddenly completely flipping the crap out. F…. FLYING MAN. Flying Man was right there! And he was blue! Oh god why was he blue did someone paint him blue oh god he would bust some heads oh Flying Man.

Totally being cool and rationale about this. Well except for the fact that he dropped the snow butt. Uh. He just scooped that back up, nothing wrong here man. Sup, Flying Man. How you doin'.

I LOL'D HARD

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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."

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

[pkrockin]

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?"