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[mansionstaff]

Who: YOU
What: SNOW
When: DECEMBER 6th
Where: EVERYWHERE
WHAT: SNOW (BONUS TREE DECORATING)

As a quiet Friday dawned on the school's campus, one could perhaps...feel it in the air. A creeping chill, a silent, barely-detectable indication that yes. Tonight would be the night.



By Saturday morning, the entire academy would be covered in snow.

BUT WAIT



That wasn't all--a large pine tree had made an appearance on the main quad, in desperate need of decoration.

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THERE'S A SECRET??

[wassa_matta_you]

Desmond looked in all directions before going up to find snow plowing down into his skull as if the winter weather decided to all fall at once right on his face. The reunion between skin and snow was always a bitter moment, one Desmond couldn't help but yelp at.

She had effectively ruined some of his arsenal's structure, but snow on top of snow only meant more ammo. He wasn't entirely expecting to win at this point, but he was determined to get at least a single hit in, so he made one of the snowballs larger and began to climb the tree, keeping in mind she was likely just going to fade out when he got close enough. Desmond climbed purposely slow.

In the back of his mind, he couldn't believe he was having a snowball fight with a fucking ghost.

OH YEA

[trickroom]

Desmond didn't need to climb far until the playful ghost reappeared on the other side of the tree where she thought he couldn't see her. There, the snow hadn't been subject to her jumping, so she could still grab it.

She packed together another snowball and went toward the tree, but still tried to stay out of his sight. Then, she reached around and made to slam the snowball into his face - that is, if he hadn't caught wind of her plan already and avoided her. Milimili couldn't tell if he was there or not, anyway.

WOW somehow this got deleted??? I'm sorry.

[wassa_matta_you]

And since her target was suddenly absent, she might have to be concerned. Desmond had picked up on how to be patient when going for a target, one of substance or otherwise. He was coming in carefully behind her now, not wanting to push his luck with any chance of a branch crackle giving him away. He quickly flung his only bullet right for her head, crossing fingers that it would hit. COME ON!!