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!event: snow weekend

Monster attack

Shots can still be heard down in the town. The troopers seem to be all tied up down there. Which is why it might be disconcerting to anyone watching out the windows to see figures begin rising out of the snow on the lawn of the school. More are moving out of the trees also.

They begin making their way toward the buildings.

[[OOC: If people choose to leave the building to fight, please organize yourselves into groups (preferably in the gym thread) and post your location in the subject line. This will make it a lot easier for me to keep track of everything.]]

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The snowmen are getting close now. They start to yell as they approach. Some are throwing snow and ice balls at the defenders.

Aeryn's really disturbed that these things have a battle cry.

"They have a battle cry?" Ivanova groaned. "For the gipper!" she shouted half-heartedly as she raised the PPG and fired a few quick shots. They might be a bit short, but at least the PPG was working in full Earth-norm gravity."

One snowman fell apart, others got chunks of snow ripped out of them, but kept advancing.

Ivanova frowned. That wasn't good. She fired again, taking a step backwards, and glanced at her roommate. "Lyta! Can you do anything to these guys?"

"Working on it (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/572795.html?thread=27238011#t27238011)," the red head replies through gritted teeth.

Partially just to see what happens, Aeryn aims for the head of one with her pulse rifle.

"At least zombies made sense," Cameron ducks an iceball, gets hit by a snowball and starts firing his P-90. He wonders what bullets will do to snow.

"You know, after the zombies, this isn't even strange," Aeryn says, dodging a snowball.

"Strange and sense don't always..." Cameron got an iceball in the mouth. "I'm getting a winter coat after this," he muttered and kinda missed Cally's flamethrower.

Kara fires a few shots and ducks as a ice ball comes sailing her way. She watches it smash into the wall behind her and says, "Damn, wouldn't want to be hit in the head by one of those."

The ice balls make a nice impact on the armour, but it doesn't do that much and Tex doesn't bother running for cover as she sends bullets into the nearest snowmen.

Lyta stands, furrowing her brow at the battle cry. As a snowball whizzes past her head with astonishing velocity, she whirls on one of them, eyes narrowed and dark. "You did not just throw that at me --"

She gives one The Stare™, and suddenly feels as though she's eaten ice cream too quickly. Turning slightly, she forces her way past the pain and continues the mental assault.

How did you scramble a snowman, anyway?

"Lyta!" Ivanova snapped as she saw the telepath waver, and stepped up beside her, firing dead ahead. "You alright against these things?"

Firing happily away, Tex looked from the girl to the snowmen and back again. "You just gonna stand there and stare at them?"

"It's worked before . . ." Ivanova muttered, hoping it would work again. She kept firing, trying to keep the snowthings at bay until Lyta figured it out.

Lyta turned to Tex, eyes black, blood out of the corner of her eye. "Perhaps you'd prefer I stare at you?" She clenched her jaw, reaching for her PPG.

She looked to Susan. "I'm fine. Thanks," she responded, then began firing the PPG, while also attempting to maintain the mental barrage.

"Whoa, freaky time." Tex sneered and jumped forward prefering to whack the snowman with the barrel of her gun.

That eye thing couldn't be good for her. To try and ease up on the pressure on Lyta's mind, Ivanova fished out a grenade from her pocket, armed it, and chucked it right into the oncoming snowthings, hard enough to bury it inside what may have been a torso.

"Heads up, Lyta," she warned, throwing off a couple more shots.

Lyta fired at the snow...thing with the grenade in its gullet, aiming for the head, ducking as the grenade exploded. Snow went everywhere.

Ivanova shook her head quickly, snow sliding off in wet clumps. She used her other arm to quickly wipe her eyes, keeping the gun out. "Nice shot," she ground out.

Lyta stood up, using her own free hand to wipe the snow from the hood of her coat. "Thanks. A bit cold, though..." She caught a snowball in the shoulder. "Ow! Frelling...frakking...aw, hell!" Shaking her head and wincing at the likely very-bruised shoulder, she fires with angry precision at the advancing snow...things.

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The whores are happily firing away at the snowmen when suddenly one of the blondes falls over. "Shit! My ankle!"

"Oh, real smooth, Wendy." Everyone else just keeps shooting.

A few minutes later, Dallas noticed that her exposed hand was starting to turn blue.

"Dally. Get the fuck to the clinic, you idiot," Goldie called.

At the back of the line, the Doctor focuses on his sword. He douses a thick strip of fur from his coat in lighter fluid, wraps it several around the blade, close to the hilt, but far enough away from his hands. This was going to be shit for the sword, in the long run. "Bloody primitive," he mutters as he puts his gloves on, then flicks something on his sonic screwdriver, pointing it at the fur...which bursts into flame. Waiting for a moment, he lets it heat the metal, and then looks around for some snow monsters.

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