******@@******
<Kurt> @@
<Catzy> @@
<Tabax> @@
<Bobby> @@
<Logan> @@
<Trav> @@
<Remy> @@

****FUNSIM START****
<Erik> SCENE> IT'S CHRISTMASTIME! ALL OF A SUDDEN. NEVERMIND THAT IT WAS MID-SUMMER LAST TIME WE CHECKED. THE FIREPLACES ARE BURNING, A BIG TREE IS IN THE MAIN HALL AND A SMALLER ONE IS IN THE LIVING ROOM. THERE'S ALSO THREE FEET OF SNOW OUTSIDE, AND IT'S STILL FALLING.
<Remy> ::leans against a wall outside, under an overhang, smoking a cigarette. he is bundled up pretty well, but still shivers slightly.::
<Trav> :::Works on a snow fort out in the middle of the yard, seemingly ignorant of the cold:::
<Erik> <Wanda> ::sitting in the living room, intently focused on stringing popcorn onto a string for decoration::
<Kurt> ::quite literally perched on the stair railing, peering down at the tree in the main hall musingly::
<Bobby> ::small sigh, sits on the deck outside, watching the snow fall, his breath not fogging as much as a normal person's would::
<Catzy> ::lies on the floor with a "Up on the Rooftopr" pop-up book, but more focused on the dangling popcorn string::
<Remy> ((Dayumn.. s'cold out here. Don' like de no smokin' inside rule.))
<Arthur> ::exits his room lowly whistling a song somewhere along the lines of "Silver Bells" though he's not very musical. he heads for the living room and spies Kurt perched on the banister::
<Trav> :::Packs a snowball, then pops up from behind the "snow wall" he's made, throwing the ball at Remy:::
<Kurt> ((Why even bother with all these.. decorations? What is the point?))
<Catzy> ::grabs at the dangling end of the string::
<Bobby> ::looks over to the "snow wall" and Remy, holds out his hand and concentrates, trying to make a snowball::
<Erik> <Wanda> ::twitches the string out of Catzy's fingers, smiling slightly::
<Arthur> ::Art nods to kurt as he walks by, his poor whistling not letting up, at least until he sees the look on Kurts face:: Something wrong there?
<Remy> ..::moves his head and lets the snowball hit the wall, still getting snow chunks on face, wipes his face off::
<Catzy> ::gives Wanda a grumpy look, sticks out her tongue, and dramatically picks up the book, pretending to ignore Wanda::
<Kurt> Eh? ::blinks and glances to Arthur, just now noticing him:: ..Oh, guten tag..
<Trav> :::Makes a little sound of annoyance, then throws another snowball::
<Remy> ::grins, dodges again::
<Bobby> ::looks from Remy to Trav, then at the snowball in his hand, then forms another snowball in his other hand and throws one at Remy then the other at Trav::
<Trav> :::Ducks behind the wall, then throws a snowball at Bobby:::
<Arthur> You look a bit down, anything wrong? ::Arthur leans agaisnt the railing next to Kurt::
<Erik> <Wanda> ::pretends to ignore Catzy, threading another piece of popcorn onto the string::
<Kurt> ::with a shrug:: Nein, nothing.
<Bobby> Ah! ::tries to duck, but gets grazed on the side of his head anyways::
<Catzy> ::peeks over the top of the book:: catzy confused.. ::climbs onto the couch and points to the big beared fat man in red:: who this?
<Remy> ::looks a little annoyed as he's hit with a snowball:: ((Where the hell did that one come from?)) ::Drops his cigarette and looks around::
<Arthur> ::shrugs as well:: Alright, I'll leave you to your musing then. ::he continues downstairs, his whistling resuming only now sounding closer to 'Deck the Halls'::
<Trav> :::Packs another snowball, keeping behind the wall to avoid behind seen:::
<Remy> ((Alright.. they wanna play snowball fight eh..)) ::runs off::
<Bobby> ::moves his hands to the ground and slowly creates his own snow wall using his powers, though nowhere near as high as Trav's, looking drained::
<Trav> :::Peeks over the wall, looking around::: ((Huh? Where'd he go?))
<Kurt> ::shakes his head slightly, then goes back to staring at the christmas tree::
<Erik> <Wanda> That? That's St Nicholas... Santa Claus. ::holds the popcorn bowl out for Catzy to take some::
<Bobby> ::sits down behind his wall, taking a few breaths before forming a snowball in his hand and throwing it at Trav::
<Trav> Ack! :::Ducks behind the wall again::: ((That was close.))
<Catzy> Santa Claus? ::grabs a handful of popcorn and stuffs it into her mouth, staring at the Santa pop-up in the book::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::humming/singing under his breath as he jogs down the stairs, a Rom carol Kurt probably hasn't heard since his childhood::
<Remy> HEY BOBBO! ::tosses a charged snowball a couple feet away from him, meant to kick up snow at him::
<Kurt> ::continues staring for a moment, then the realization hits about the carol, and he gives a start:: ..Pietro?
<Bobby> Eh? ::looks up, ends up with a faceful of snow, blinks a few times:: ..::points at himself:: Iceman.. not SNOWman.. ::brushes off his face::
<Remy> ::grins:: Iceboy y'mean.
<Erik> <Wanda> It's a legend, Catzy.. Children believe he brings presents on Christmas eve.
<Erik> <Pietro> Huh? ::looks up, halfway down the stairs::
<Arthur> ::walks out into the crisp afternoon air, not wearning much extra clothes, just a heavy sweatshirt, festive red color, with a rather large hole in the back. He inhales deeply stretching out, his tentacles the same color as his shirt blending in nicely, though the textures off. He hears the sounds of the snow fight, Remy's explosive snowball. He goes over to investigate.::
<Catzy> presents.. ::scratches her head:: Catzy never get presents.. Santa not like Catzy? ::looks up at Wanda::
<Trav> :::Stands up from behind his wall::: Hey fellas...CATCH! :::Throws two snowballs, one each at Remy and Bobby:::
<Erik> <Wanda> He's not.. ::hesitates:: Oh, I'm sure you'll get presents this year, Catzy ::smiles::
<Kurt> ::neatly hops off the railing, scrambling down the stairs to stand next to him:: What.. what song was that?
<Remy> .. ::side jumps:: C'mon homme. Gotta do betta'n dat.
<Trav> :::Packs another snowball, then throws it at Remy::: Stand still!
<Catzy> Catzy like presents! ::grabs another handful of popcorn::
<Bobby> ..::puts up his arms, blocking the snowballs, though getting covered in snow::
<Arthur> ::watches for a bit then scoops up his own snowball and takes careful aim at Remy hoping to catch him unawares. He lobs the packed frozen water crystal sphere are the cajun::
<Remy> Where's de fun in dat? ::back flips to dodge, as he gets caught in midair by Arthur's snowball.. taken off guard and loses his balance.. slips back down to the floor with a crunching noise::
<Remy> Hmm.. t'ink I got a new power... I'm a snowball magnet.
<Arthur> Arr har! Direct hit! ::poses triumphantly making for an easy target. he doesn't have a snowfort to protect himself::
<Trav> :::Throws his own snowball at Art::: ((Takin' my victory away, are ya?))
<Catzy> ::slides off the couch and walks to the tree, moving an ornament from one branch to another::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::puzzled look, murmurs the name of the carol:: I think that's it... it's been a long time since I heard it.... ::rubs the back of his neck::
<Bobby> ::looks at himself then concentrates, putting his arms to his side and grunting in the exertion as he slowly covers himself in snow with a shiver, carefully shaping the snow to resemble three large snowballs on top of the other, essentially a featureless snowman::
<Arthur> ::takes a direct hit to the chest. He clutches the 'wound' dramatically:: Argh! I'm hit! ::he flops to the ground comically, but starts gathienrg up snow all around making his gfort. It quickly grows to match the others, having 8 arms can really speed things up::
<Remy> ::tries to pick himself up.. having a hard time, as he unknowingly charged the snow around him when he landed.. and it has turned the snowpack around him into slush, finally gets up and is very wet::
<Erik> <Wanda> This string's done, if you want to help me put it up, Catzy?
<Trav> Haha! :::Pumps his fists in the air::: I am invincible!
<Kurt> ..It has been a long time since I've heard it, too. Danke. ::turns to go back to his perch::
<Bobby> ::relaxes, letting the snow keep him up:: ((..That wasn't so bad.. ..now only if I wasn't so tired or I could see..))
<Remy> yah yah. ::Walks back off towards the compound::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::squints at Kurt:: That's.. odd. I didn't know it was well-known.
<Arthur> ::beings making ammo chattering to himself animatedly:: We have established base camp. Supplies are steady, preparing to take the offensive. Operation Snowfall is a go! ::he lobs a ball at Bobby::
<Catzy> ok! Catzy help ::rushes to the couch::
<Erik> <Wanda> ::hands Catzy one end of the popcorn string:: Now, if I hold this end up, can you wrap it around the tree without getting it tangled?
<Bobby> ((Silly fools.. what they fail to realize is that the inconspicuous snowman standing.. in my snow fort, is really their dreaded snow duel enemy, Bobby!)) ::tries to laugh, only melts the snow around his mouth::
<Kurt> ::with a shake of his head as he balances on the railing once more, tail wrapping around it:: I would imagine it's not.. I think.. my foster mother must have known it.
<Remy> ::walks through the door, leaving a trail of dripping water as he does so::
<Arthur> ::stares at the Bobbyman, SnowBobby? Whatever:: Battle armor?! Argh, we're doomed! Move to next target! Go, go, go! ::he lobs a ball at the 'invincible' Trav::
<Erik> <Pietro> Foster mother? ::curious look::
<Catzy> um.. ::tries to lay the popcorn on the tree in a clump::
<Trav> :::Ducks behind his wall again::: ((This is not good...))
<Erik> <Wanda> ::laughs:: See how the tinsel winds around the tree? Can you arrange the popcorn like that?
<Bobby> ::tries to move, at first finding it hard to do, but with some work, slowly moves around toward Trav's snow fort, pausing every now and then and waiting, before continuing::
<Arthur> ::is busy ducked below his fort making more ammo and doesn't notice the moving snowman::
<Catzy> ::stops and stares for a moment before nodding:: Catzy can do it! ::carefully tucks the popcorn over the branches::
<Remy> ::makes his way up the stairs, still leaving a trail of water::
<Arthur> <<Tinsel hangs, garland wraps around>>
<Trav> :::Pops up from behind his fort again, looking for Bobby::: Huh?
<Kurt> ::briefly rubbing at the back of his neck, regretting having said anything:: Ja..
<Bobby> ((Yess.. that's it, pay no heed to the.. ..150 pounds of snow dueling fury that's slowly barreling down on you at a.. snow's crawl!)) ::a snowman sitting off to the side of Trav's fort lets out as evil a chuckle as a snowman possibly can!::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::glances at Remy, raising a brow at his appearance, before looking back to Kurt:: I guess I have never heard you talk about your past, before. ::grins::
<Arthur> ::Art pops up with a snowball in each hand and one in each tentacle:: Carpet bomb! ::he tosses them over at Trav's fort, not very accurate but one or two may hit::
<Remy> ::waves slightly as he passes:: Don' ask.
<Kurt> It's not.. ::brief stare at Remy:: ..particularly something I enjoy speaking of.
<Trav> Whoa! :::Ducks to avoid getting hit::: This one is most tricky....but where'd Bob go?
<Bobby> ::moves closer to Trav's fort, trying to outflank him.. his ambush cut short by a tricky patch of hill that he's unable to move up, has to settle for being a little bit closer to the fort:: ((..rats, foiled again..)) ::shifty, evil snowman look::
<Arthur> Where is my air support? ::looks longingly up at the sky, getting far too into this game:: I shall have to press on! Neither snow nor slush nor heavy hail! ::lets loose a few more in Trav's direction::
<Trav> :::Frowns, looking at the snowman near his fort::: Where'd that come from?
<Erik> <Pietro> No pressure, I don't mean to pry. ::shrugs, although he quirks a brow again:: [[I suppose what's past is past, anyway.]]
<Catzy> ::claps:: pretty!
<Remy> ::walks down the hall, moves into his room and sets his coat on a chair to dry::
<Bobby> ::concentrates, moving the snow around his arms and forming more to give him snow arms, forming snowballs in his hands:: AHAHA!! Cry havoc and let slip the snowman of war! ::raises his arms to throw both snowballs at Trav, unfortunately the act of moving his arms up causes momentum and he begins to topple toward Trav and the snowfort:: ((..aww shit..))
<Arthur> ::pops up about to let forth another 'carpet bombing' but is justin time to see the snowman falling over:: What the?
<Erik> <Wanda> Good job, Catzy. I promised Bova I would help her make hot chocolate tonight... do you want to go play outside with the others for awhile?
<Trav> Whoa! :::Hauls himself over the wall to avoid getting squashed, then notices his mistake::: Uh-oh.
<Catzy> ::shakes her head:; Catzy not like snow.. Catzy gets wet and cold!
<Arthur> Ah ah! ::Easy target! 8 snwoballs head towards Trav::
<Bobby> ..*WHUMPH!* ..::struggles, sputtering, arms flailing a bit before extricating himself from his snowy outer shell::
<Trav> :::Gets to his feet in time to see the snowballs::: Ahhhhh!!! :::Gets hit by all eight, drops to his knees, then pitches forward:::
<Remy> ::closes the door, changes out of his wet clothes into nice clean clothes.. and walks back out of his room::
<Kurt> ::stares at Pietro for a moment, then looks away:: [[Yes, I guess so.]]
<Arthur> ::Lets out his war cry:: the day is ours! ::he exits his fort heading over toward Bobby to make sure he's alright::
<Bobby> ::peeking his head over the side of the fort, sees Trav get hit, forms a snowball in his hand:: Nooo.. ::moving purposefully in slow-motion:: Caaaptaaiinn.. ::throws the snowball exaggeratedly at Art, in slowmo, before dropping to his knees by Trav::
<Catzy> Catzy want hot chocolate too
<Trav> :::Lies facedown in the snow, not moving:::
<Arthur> ::puts his arms up to protect hif face and gets hit in the chest again:: He stumbles backward a bit then falls onto his back, arms and tentacles spalyed in various directions::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::smirks:: I wondered. ::pauses, unusually long, for him:: It's not something to be ashamed of.
<Bobby> ::fake sob, rolls Trav over:: No! Don't die on me! You can't die on me!
<Erik> <Wanda> Alright, then you can come help us make it. ::picks up the popcorn bowl and heads down the hall toward the kitchen::
<Trav> :::Opens his eyes, looking at Bob::: The ship...out of danger?
<Remy> ::walks passed Kurt and Pietro again::
<Bobby> ::sniffled, overly distraught nod::
<Arthur> ::Sits up, pants getting thuroughly wet as he watches the scene munching some imaginary popcorn::
<Trav> :::Nods::: You have been and always shall be...my friend. Live long and prosper. :::Closes his eyes:::
<Kurt> <<lol!>>
<Catzy> ok! ::skips along after Wanda::
<Remy> ((..eh. Non.. dat ain't my business))
<Kurt> ::about to speak in English until he sees Remy pass, then switches to rather sarcastic Romany:: [[Ashamed? I was a circus freak, so what could there be to be ashamed of?]]
<Bobby> ::drops to his knees, not knowing much from the movie, and throws his head back:: KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<Trav> Alright, that's enough of that. :::Opens his eyes, then sits up:::
<Bobby> ::gasps:: YOU'RE ALIVE! IT'S A MIRACLE! ::smirks:: So who won, exactly?
<Trav> Uhm...you did, I guess. :::Smirks, then gets to his feet, brushing himself off:::
<Erik> <Pietro> ::frowns:: [[I'm sorry, then. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories.]]
<Kurt> [[It's alright.]]
<Remy> ::sits down in the living room::
<Erik> <Wanda> ::reaches the kitchen, starts helping Bova make hot chocolate.. hands Catzy a package of little marshmallows to keep her busy::
<Catzy> ::pokes the package... pokes it again:: ..? squishy
*****FUNSIM END*****