06 - Because Snow Forts Are Freakin' Awesome

[imjustpicky]

[Action - 7132 Brooks Lane - Morning]

[A brilliant idea has come to Picky today. An excellent, brilliant, incredible idea. If there's all this snow... then he has to build a snow fort. Of course, that's a lot of work for one small Picky to do on his own. He has barely managed to outline the area on his front yard. And his clumsy robot's help isn't that helpful, being that the robot is so clumsy. But he has a plan. He knows what to do.

Pokey has already been called. Pokey will know what to do! Pokey might even, like, have a robot that'll build forts! Or at least steal enough snow from all the other yards so they can get something REALLY AWESOME going on.]

[Action - 7132 Brooks Lane - Afternoon]

[The fort is built! There's a lovely wall of snow in the front yard of 7132 Brooks Lane, and faint boyish voices coming from inside.

Also, snowballs. Snowballs are definitely being launched from inside, if you get too close. Do you dare get too close?! CAN YOU SURVIVE SUCH A PELTING?! CAN YOU?!]

(OOC note: Tags will go Originator > Picky > Pokey for order!)

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[Morning]

[ceasetoexist]

[Well, he doesn't have a robot to do it. But Pokey? Has a pretty good idea of how to set things up. He takes a look at the yard at first, as if measuring it, before walking over.]

Okay nerd. You guys have any racks or shovels in the garage or something?

[Morning]

[imjustpicky]

Racks? ...well we've got three shovels in the garage! And one of those slidey snow-scoop things!

[As of yet? ..he's got a bucket. It's a pretty nice sized bucket. Still. A bucket?]

What're racks for?

[Morning]

[ceasetoexist]

You know, like bookshelf racks. You should be able to slide 'em off if you push all the stupid crap off it. We're going to use them as bases for when we make the taller parts of the wall.

Cool. We'll go get those so we can start pushing piles of snow.

[action - afternoon]

[fairymagic]

[ One of those stray snowballs? Just landed in Ozma of Oz's hair. YEAH BOYS YOU ARE IN TROUBLE, just look at the glowering she's giving the fort.]

[imjustpicky]

Yeah! We got her!

[Oh. Oh wait. That "her" was Ozma. This might not be good. Picky keeps his head above the snow fort's wall for a few moments longer than he ought to, before ducking to safety.]

[ceasetoexist]

[Yeah, Pokey will just be pulling Picky down for a moment.]Shut up stupid! You'll give us away!

[Action - 7132 Brooks Lane - Afternoon]

[enpatsushakugannouchite]

Hmm, I wonder what's happening in here?

[ Shana peers at the fort. ]

[imjustpicky]

[What's happening? Snowballs are happening! Two which are rapidly tossed over the side and right at her!

Picky being the one tossing them, his aim isn't all that good...]

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey's aim, however, is a little better.]

Head's up!

[ afternoon ]

[imoutos]

[ There's an innocent potential victim walking around as we speak, actually. Nadeko here is standing a little distance away from the fort, staring at it curiously. ]

[imjustpicky]

[Aha! Another intruder! Another enemy to fend off! Picky had heard the sound of feet crunching on snow, and had risen up, snowballs at the ready...]

...Nadeko!

[Wait. He wasn't sure he could throw snowballs at her...]

[ceasetoexist]

[Picky may not be throwing snowballs at the moment, but that doesn't mean anything to Pokey.

Heads up! Here comes a snowball!]

Morning ; Action

[balzams]

[It was pretty much the first day he'd had off since he came to Mayfield and the moment he woke up he knew he didn't really want to do anything. He should probably explore more of the town or gather information about his current situation but it was hard to find the energy.

Plus it was really cold outside.

Instead he stared out the window at the two boys playing in the snow next door. With his chin resting on his hand, Latvia found himself in a daze like state. It was somewhat therapeutic to watch, the two of them working and the ... robot?

Wait what?

Latvia couldn't seem to perk up fast enough to catch his head from slipping off his hand and banging into the windowpane with a loud clatter]

[imjustpicky]

Huh?

[Picky stops from tightly packing some snow, and looks around. Did he hear a clunk? Was someone coming?]

Aaaah!

[Didn't really matter. All his looking about left him unprepared for Cecil the Clumsy Robot providing the next load of snow, which was dumped right atop him.]

It's in my jacket! Aah! Aaaaah! It's cold!

Morning ; Action

[balzams]

[It didn't really hurt, but the vibrations still rang through his skull. When Latvia opened his eyes again, rubbing his forehead slightly, the smaller of the two had been buried in snow. Opening the window he called out to him]

Hey!

Are you alright!?

Afternoon

[queen_of_swords]

[It was her day off, so she'd put off her morning jog until afternoon. She slows at the sight of the snow fort, and dodges just in time to avoid the path of a snowball. To her, this is a declaration of war.]

[She makes a pile of snowballs and takes cover behind a nearby tree. Then, she sends two snowballs into the entrance of the fort.]

[imjustpicky]

[Oh! Oh wow, they've got someone already fighting back! THIS IS REALLY EXCITING!]

Let's get her! We can get her!

[And Picky is quick to pile up more snowballs, keeping low and out of sight as much as he can. They're gonna need lots of ammo.]

[ceasetoexist]

Hey! Hey slow down!

[Pokey frowns a little at his brother. Man, Picky, you get into it but you're not good at strategy.]

Listen.

You stay here and keep throwing snowballs, alright? I'm going to sneak to the side and try and get her from there.

[queen_of_swords]

[She hides her grin by gritting her teeth as she dodges snowballs and returns fire of her own.]

[She secretly loves snowball fights.]

[For now, she'll wait until their throws slow down, then head to a closer tree for cover, hoping to eventually invade their fort.]

[Afternoon]

[shoulda_toined]

(When did Bugs manage to build a snow pirate ship in your vicinity? Who knows? But he's certainly in the mood for a snow war.)

All hands on deck! We're under attack, men! Prepare to return fire!

[Afternoon]

[imjustpicky]

[...when was there a snow ship nearby? Had he and Pokey been focusing too hard on snowball collection? Astonished, he stares. And leaves himself out in the open as he does.]

Wow...

[shoulda_toined]

Enemy spotted off da port bow! Fire at will, men!

(Cue the cannons, also made of snow. They point at the snow fort ominously.)

[Afternoon]

[ceasetoexist]

[What the hell is that. Not that he doesn't admire it, and he has no clue if it'll fire. Here, it's better to be safe, and after gawking at it a moment he pulls Picky down to the ground with him.

He has no clue if those cannons are actually dangerous or not.]

7132 Brooks Lane: Afternoon

[hardhat_truckie]

[Ooof! Engie just got snowballed on the head. Raising one gloved hand to his head he wipes the snow off his face and laughs.]

OK, which one a'ya kids threw this at me?

7132 Brooks Lane: Afternoon

[imjustpicky]

[As good a kid as Picky is... it's fun to hit people with snowballs. And to show off how awesome you are. And Pokey's presence has him in pretty high spirits. So he throws another snowball at Engie, then ducks back to safety, laughing all the while.]