Snowball fight, anyone? 8D

[lilquid.livejournal.com]

[James has been getting antsy and so, even though he's been warned that going into random rooms is dangerous, he's eager to take on any challenge today. Energetically, he flings open a random, seemingly normal door, and enters a room, temporarily blinded by a cold gust that suddenly kicks up snow.]

[Once the initial wind dies down, James finds himself in a pure white snowy field. It's nearly immaculate, fresh and untouched. There's an old log cabin off to the side and on its porch stands some kind of weaponry that James has never seen before. Very curious now, he rushes towards it, and starts to hear an interesting whirring sound...]

[... before he gets hit right in the stomach with a snowball, nearly losing his breath at the hard impact. He doesn't notice the TARGETS HIT: 0/3 counter above his head, either...]


((Welcome to the SNOWBALL FIGHT room! You must hit three people with snowballs in order to leave. :3 There are special snowball-shooting weapons stored in the log cabin if you can reach it... as for what kinds of weapons they are, I leave that up to you. :3))

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[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[There's a young Big Boss lurking nearby, hiding near some snow-covered trees, laying in wait.]

[captainbackup.livejournal.com]

[Someone is trying to sneak through said snow-covered trees, a snowball in hand as she approaches her target as quietly as she can.]

[lilquid.livejournal.com]

[James is still heading toward the cabin and now that he's managed to get out of the line of fire of that snowball shooting weapon, his guard's down. He doesn't think anyone else is around, either...]

[justdevastated.livejournal.com]

[Hal crouches down in the snow, hiding behind a mound of snow. He's making snowballs to launch. Emmerich has a feeling its going to take a while to get out of this room.]

[reallyold1]

Hello, there~

[A small snowball goes down OlderHal's neck. Ca-chunk!]

[TARGETS HIT: 1/3]

Hey, it worked! [Jupiter the dog is giving both of them a big doggie grin)

[ota1]

[The strange Human that strongly reminds Otamouse of his Human Hal gets a mouse-paw size snowball to his head]

[TARGETS HIT: 1/3]

[Mousygrin!]

[bb11]

[Oh, another Emmerich. Well, at least this one looked easy to hit - He wanted to get himself and his poor 90s laptop out of here.]

[Plunk.]

[Have a Shrimpyquid throwing a not-too-hard snowball at you, Otacon. He's in his early 20s and is about a head and a half shorter then most of his alternates.]

[TARGETS HIT: 1/3]

haaalp

[mnotacomputer.livejournal.com]

[Hal is going to have a hard time catching anyone with a snowball, considering he was stuck in a snow drift, at least thigh-deep in snow.]

[the-blue-danube.livejournal.com]

[Arthur spots what appears to be his son in the snow and he grabs him underneath his armpits, lifting the boy up and out of the snow.]

Still getting into trouble, boy?

Re: haaalp

[lilquid.livejournal.com]

Haaaaal!

[James shouts his friend's name as he spots him a ways off. He starts making his way over the quickest he can, not really able to run as fast in the cold with no shirt on.]

haaalp you say.

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

[By the third time Hal needs to be fished out he's somehow managed to get himself pretty well buried. Luckily there's a hand pulling him up and out of the snow by the back of his jacket.]

Alright, kid?

[reallyold1]

[D'aaaawwwww! Could that be who he thought it was?]

[Have a very small and soft snowball plunking on your back, MiniHal.]

Gotcha! Hi, kiddo!

[There is a very old Snake with a cute dog. They are both grinning at you.]

[TARGETS HIT: 1/3]

hi fm, I'm alive

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

[Going unnoticed in a pure white field with a counter hanging over your head is a pretty tall order. But Snake does a pretty decent job of it. Right now he's hanging surreptitiously by the side of the cabin. Scoping for unsuspecting targets. Maybe.]

[bb11]

[There is a short and scrawny Shrimpysquid trying to get to the cabin you're hanging by, Snake.]

[He's in his early 20s, about a head and a half shorter then most of the other Liquids around here, and is carrying a state-of-the-art 90s laptop in a rather sturdy-looking case that appeared out of nowhere when he enters this room.]

[Skulk skulk skulk]

TARGETS HIT: 0/3

[reallyold1]

[The really old Snake had been told about the room effects, but this is the first time he's actually experienced them for himself. (I don't think the Onsen Themepark Room counts)]

Holy - !!

[And then he notices the TARGETS HIT: 0/3 counter floating on top of his head.]

Huh. It really is a minigame.

[OK, snowball get.]

[Jupiter the dog is suddenly dressed in a very nice doggiecoat, and standing at attention, ready to help her Human pelt people with snowballs.]

[starofchaos]

[There is a snowball headed for your head, old man. It's coming from somewhere to your right.

Liquid isn't going to go easy on you just because you're an old man.]

TARGETS HIT: 0/3

[bb11]

[...Huh? So this must be one of those strange rooms he'd been warned about.]

[So this one doesn't look too bad...]

[At least he has a shirt on, onlike many of his alternates. Shrimpyquid sighs, and starts to make snowballs.]

TARGETS HIT: 0/3

[ota1]

[There is a genius nerd-mouse in the snowy wildness, and he ain't happy]

Squeeeek?

[Well, at least his trusty laptop is safe and sound where he left it, presumably]

[captainbackup.livejournal.com]

[Just try to get near this snow-trench without being hit. Mei Ling dares you.]

[bb11]

[Daring!]

Snowballs away!

[Meet the Shrimpysquid, Mei Ling. He's in his early 20s and about half a head shorter then most of the other Liquids. He's also carrying around a 90s laptop in a study case that the room provided.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Six snowballs. More than enough to kill anything that moves.]

[starofchaos]

[And guess who's hiding out nearby? He's not sure if he should approach Ocelot or not. It might not be his Ocelot after all. Which is why he's hiding behind a tree, watching him.]

[starofchaos]

[Oh, now this is Liquid's kind of place.

He's crouched low, mapping out the place. Armed and ready for action and just looking for targets. Hyperaware as always, he's already set up some traps. Watch out for hidden tripwires in the snow.]

[bb11]

[Hey, an alternate! Good, there's been something he wants to ask.]

[Well, several somethings, actually. But first things first.]

Hey. Hey. You - Me, there!

[There is somebody coming at you through the snow, and it doesn't seem like he's even trying to be stealthy]

[Meet the Shrimpyquid. He's in his early 20s and about a head and a half shorter then you are, and also carrying a laptop carrier the room oh so helpfully supplied.]

There's something I want to ask you.

[He stops right before the tripwires, waving a snowball.]

[no-philanthropy.livejournal.com]

[Oops.]

[Hal hadn't meant to stumble into this room, but at least it seems like this one would be easy to leave, right? Right?]

[He's going to head for the cabin first, though; he'd need mittens, at least.]

[bb11]

[There is a Shrimpyquid trying to get to the cabin, carryring a laptop in a study case that the room provided.]

[He's a head and a half shorter then most of his alternates, and scrawny to boot.]

...Hello.

[Yet another Emmerich. Why were they so many versions of his Father's associate's son here, anyway?]