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The plaza is empty today, quiet, as the snow continues to bear down on the village on day four of the November snowstorm. Not a soul can be seen. Near the entrance of the plaza, at the four-way intersection, there are two large piles of snow, one on the left and one on the right. It seems so... normal.
Of course, this is Luceti. There's no such thing as "normal". The moment someone comes near the plaza, a snowball comes flying out from one of the two snow piles. Afterwards, the ones responsible reveal themselves, stepping up from behind the snow piles.]
Ready, Red? Let's get 'em!
Heh! You don't even need to ask. I've been waiting for this all day, Gold. [
You have just entered into a snowball war with Gold and
Red. What do?]
((ooc: Joint post with
Red! That's all I do these days, I guess. Order will follow as You > Gold > Red. Threadjacking is also totally allowed, and even encouraged!))
Are you all right, man!? [Arms flailing from underneath the wave of snow, it takes a bit of a struggle to get himself free -- but he'll manage to do so after a good minute of work.]
Y-yeah, just fine!
[Still dusting off the snow -- damn that stuff was cold, especially considering what he was wearing.]
Come on, dude, what was that pitiful thing? Gold ducks down, then lobs his own, much better-made snowball back at him!]