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))

Comments

[mnotacomputer.livejournal.com]

Um... Y-you're not my dad.

[Blunt Hal is blunt.]

[the-blue-danube.livejournal.com]

Hal, what are you talking about? Of course I'm your father.

[He flinches a little, a pain forming in his back.]

[mnotacomputer.livejournal.com]

B-but my dad rides in a big chair thing.

[He gestured widely with his arms to illustrate his point.]

[the-blue-danube.livejournal.com]

[Emmerich thinks back to what the older Hal had said - mentioning a wheelchair during their short conversation. Then it hits him - this boy may look like his son but... it wasn't his son.]

Ah. My mistake. Sorry. You do look like my son though.

[He keeps a fairly neutral face although his psyche is dropping inside.]

You need to be more careful when walking around in the snow.

[mnotacomputer.livejournal.com]

I-It's okay...

[He smiled up at the man.]

Y-you still look cool, l-like my dad.

[the-blue-danube.livejournal.com]

Right right.

[He chuckles, although he's feeling worse and worse inside. And he's going to get straight to the point.]

Looks like you need to hit some targets, kiddo.

[mnotacomputer.livejournal.com]

[Hal nods.]

Y-yeah. B-but I keep just getting stuck in the snow.

[the-blue-danube.livejournal.com]

Hrm. Well...

[Emmerich rubs his chin and looks around, spotting the log cabin.]

I can take you to that log cabin and you can try hitting people from there. The ground would certainly be more stable. Does that sound good?