smash_logs | Oh, no. You are DOOMED.

Mother Nature had one hell of a temper, and if not that, then perhaps a sadistic sense of humor. The world was Her plaything, a marionette at best, and the people who lived on it, rather unfortunate victims to Her sometimes violent moodswings. For only She could start with an overcast, grey sky, and splatter across it heavy clouds, treacherous storms, and relentless armies of snowflakes that had lost all endearment only to become companions of inconvenience and burden. Someone or something had maddened her greatly - or so would have been the assumption if one gave reason to believe in Sprites of Nature who controlled an entire world's plethora of environments.

Yet Smash Academy had only been given a taste of what was to come. And since they were such diligent and well-behaved little pets, She had reason to reward them. With more entertaining obstacles that would, no doubt, impede their precious plans that somehow took precedence to pleasing and sating her. No, they had not appreciated their darling sunshine days, clear blue skies, and painful sunburns.

"Stop playing at your human-made technological machines and bask in the glorious sun I gave to you!" she wished she could have said. But somehow winter's torment, she knew, would be a far sweeter revenge upon ungrateful children.

And that was how it had begun.

By stand alone days of simple snowfall and ambitious winds, there would be no suspicion of greater minds and hands at work. Steadily through the week, each day became harsher than the last. And like a great many number of battles in a war, there came a pinnacle for Her success. She sent the most worthy blizzard down to the surface in its invincible path and rendered for them a weekend She was certain the town and academy's citizens would remember for some time to come.

One moment was mostly peaceful, and as calm as unruly weather would allow. In some places music played. In some places, lights were dimly lit to provide a pathway. In some places, there was the happy clicking and tapping at a computer. In some places, showers and baths were being taken, savored, and enjoyed. And in other places, unsuspecting people had taken to idle chitter and chatter with other friends who were likely down the hall.

But in the next...

All went black and silent, save for the whipping wind and strangling branches of trees, as if whispering threats of what people would find in the dark.

[OOC Notes:
The following is a reminder of how things are going down for the next few days.

♦ This will last from January 18 ~ 20.
♦ The following are affected by the blizzard: electricity, heaters, hot water, TVs, gadgets, gizmos, the network. Congratulations, you've been officially stripped of your luxuries. (No computers for you.)
♦ The school's backup generators will work for about one hour before mysteriously failing. What's causing it to fail? Maybe some of you should go check out the generators themselves...
♦ The blizzard causing this blackout is pretty powerful. You probably don't want to go skipping through it lest you get blown away (in a bad way) and never return.
♦ Power will be restored, and the generators repaired, by Monday morning, January 21.]

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She scoffed, glad the codec hid her burning cheeks well. She had to take his teasing and turn it into a dare in order to not get flustered by it.

"A storm like this is of little consequence to someone like me." One could easily imagine her sticking her chest out proudly, the way she spoke it. As long as she had the Power Suit, anyway, otherwise it easily could be of grave consequence.

"You, on the other hand, would surely turn into a snakescicle if you weren't careful."

He heard it. That confidence in her. But she wore it so proudly. And it was so blatant. Snake was beginning to figure out that she had always been like that. At least with him, except on perhaps a couple occasions. Samus was a woman of strength, perhaps desperate to always show that. A respectable idea, because he was the same. If he was going to have a moment of weakness, he certainly didn't want anyone else to witness it.

"Good point." He actually laughed. It was almost a little bitter, or perhaps just a sign that it wasn't something he did much of. Laughing seemed like a foreign concept for him. "My sneaking suit won't protect me from whatever the hell's going on out there. I can survive a few days without you. I'll make up for it when the ice goes away."

More teasing, perhaps, but accompanied by a little truth.

Just like he heard it in her voice, she heard the same hardened, proud gruffness in his. It was admirable, especially for someone who's every heartbeat defied existence. He probably didn't know she was privy to that, though. Samus wasn't inclined to bring up the subject of FOXDIE anytime soon. No reason to anymore, really.

Let sleeping foxes lie.

"I'll hold you to it then." It rolled off her tongue without her really thinking about it; everything earnest.

"I'll check in later, Snake."

Would she, then? The prospect was a little exciting and he knew better to covet that sensation than to bring it up. Much the same way she knew it was a wiser course of action not to mention Snake's outstanding weakness that would force him into an old age all too quick.

It wasn't necessarily something he wanted to think about.

Then he was smiling again, "Yeah. You do that." And then: "Stay warm, Samus." Because he couldn't imagine he was going to be anytime soon. At least, not until he found either a pile of blankets or the power returned.

Oh, no. You are DOOMED.

YOOOOUuuuuu

I looooove yoooooou. ♥♥♥♥♥

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