Attack!! (Open)

[Sam O'Connor]

Now, this was what Christmas was about. It had been a genius idea to have the crew stationed on Glacia for the holidays, what with all the fantastic powder snow literally just outside the ship. He had challenged those who were willing to a snowball fight, with the intention of winning. It was every man/woman/half alien for themselves; last person standing got a batch of his delicious brownies and an ego boost.

Maybe there'd be some sledging later too.

Wrapped up all toasty warm - so his ears and other apendages didn't drop off - he dropped into the snow outside and spread his arms and legs wide, making a rather tall snow angel. Lying with his arms splayed out, he closed his eyes and breathed in the cold, fresh air. The snow was so soft and cool - refreshing after hours in the boiling hot kitchen.

A snow ball descended out of nowhere, hitting him right in the face. He practically bolted onto his feet with a yelp, wiping the snow from his eyes. "Strike a man while he's down, why don't you?"

[somerandomhippie4]

Upon touching down at Glacia, Zoe had been jumping up and down like a little colt. She'd only been introduced to the concept of snow back in her teenage years, and since then, it'd never really lost it's charm. It was so chilly, and fluffy, and wet-- some descriptions that might make others stay inside, but for Zoe, it meant bundling up and literally bouncing out the door. The snow was falling light and fluffy, and the temperature was hovering right around freezing. Perfect, absolutely perfect. Making a snow angel a few paces from the ramp, she brushed herself off, then trotted out into the snow.

She knew that tuque even from a distance. Giggling, she scooped up a handful of snow, patting it down and working it until it was a perfect snowball. Then, she looked around for a minute, until she spotted a nice jackpine. Christmas tree, and good for climbing. Sneaking around, she scaled the branches, then lined up and dropped the snowball. Clean hit, right on the forehead.

Laughing as Sam bolted, she called, "Snoozers are never winners!", and pelted a handful of snow in his direction again. How could everyone not be out here already?

[Sam O'Connor]

The oh-so-familiar voice came from above, and he looked up, spotting the mischievous blonde sitting high up in a nearby tree. "Uh-huh tree monkey," he said, dodging another couple of snowballs that flew his way, "why don't you come down here and say that too my face?" He scurried over to the tree and grabbed a hold of some of the branches, shaking the tree with an evil laugh. Of course, a load of snow fell on his head in the process, and he stepped back, looking somewhat like a snowman now.

Zoe was somehow still holding on and he frowned, folding his arms across his chest with a 'harumph!' as another snowball hit him on the top of his head. "Evil!"

[somerandomhippie4]

"Because it's all full of snow," Zoe giggled, sticking her tongue out as he got up. Then he came over and shook her perching spot, and she squeaked, hanging on for dear life. Snow came crashing down on her head, and she sputtered. Finally, it stopped, and she looked down, giggling. "You're so temperamental, Frosty," she laughed, pelting him once more. He looked hilarious.

Finally, she decided that was enough, and slowly made her way down. Plopping the last way, she bounded over, shaking the snow out of her mitts. "Isn't it just like Christmas?" she beamed, brushing the snow off his hat. "All snowy and perfect! Maybe I should get a house here, live in the snow all year long." Falling backwards with a happy sigh, she huffed a few of the snowflakes off her eyelashes.

[Sam O'Connor]

Sam let out a snort, "me? Temperamental? Pffft. Must be something in my Irish blood." He was joking around, usually he played well with others, as Zoe well knew. He didn't the uneven footing, Zoe was practically invincible from the top of the tree, she was clever like that. So, he chose to stand by the tree, looking up at her with his big brown eyes and bottom lip jutted out. "Sniffle."

The pout turned into a smile as she bounced over, reaching up to tap the snow off his hat. "Better than perfect!" he grinned, even though there was no such thing. He brushed the snow from her hair, noting that he had least got her with some snow by shaking the tree. "Might be hard to come visit you here, might get buried in the snow just trying to find the place. You'd launch a search party, only to find the top of my hair poking out a snow drift."

[somerandomhippie4]

With a giggle, she agreed, "You leprechauns, always grumping around. I thought you were supposed to be jolly little things." Sam was pretty jolly, unless his kitchen was in a mess. Those were the times she usually administered a hug to him and a good rag to the kitchen. That was what she was there for, after all. Reaching down as far as she could, she mimed a pat on top of his head. "Don't be sad, little green one," she told him, a serene smile covering her laughter.

"That's pretty good," she agreed. Tilting her head a little as Sam got the snow out, she shook the snow off her sleeves and beamed up at him. "Don't worry, the sled dogs will find you in no time," she teased. "With all that gel in your hair, they'll be able to smell it a mile off. Just make sure it doesn't freeze, mind you." That would be an interesting sight.

Looking around quite contentedly, she mused, "And wherefor is there no one joining us in such a pretty winter wonderland? Scared of the cold?" It was nippy, that was for certain-- her hands were a little wet, and that wasn't helping. Still, she wasn't about to go in quite yet. They needed a little fun time outside while they could.

[Sam O'Connor]

"We are!" he declared, "but to be fair, when any mythical beast is being pelted with snow, I think they have a right to be just a little miffed." He put his hands on his hips and stared up at her, the pout still present. "Don't be patronising, tiny blonde imp," he shot back, poking out his tongue at her.

With a snort, he said, "well, I'm glad something will find me, regardless of whether it can smell the copious amounts of hair gel or not. Although, I would have thought your Sam detector would be finely tuned by now, you should be able to sense when I'm in danger!" All the jokes about his hair gel earned her a poke. It was hard taming such a thick head of hair. Someone had even called it a lion's mane once. Followed by hysterical laughter.

"Maybe they saw your vicious assault upon me and ran back inside," he suggested teasingly, picking up a handful of snow, depositing it on the top of her head. "Your hair's going white already, I didn't know I caused you so much stress." Okay, now was the time to run, and he did so, scarpering in the opposite direction.

((I didn't know whether you actually wanted to continue this thread now, but Sam felt like finally replying. xDD))

[somerandomhippie4]

((Lol, of course! Needed a little time to dry off, I suppose ))

Zoe scrunched up her eyes, and pressed her first finger and thumb together. "Only a little. We'll get you something nice and yellow and shiny, I'm sure you'll cheer up then." She raised an eyebrow and made a silly expression, calling, "Imp? Are you implying something about my height, monsieur?" She stuck her tongue out.

With a sigh, she complained, "It's malfunctioning. Must be all this snow, can't take the cold temperatures. I shall have to scooch my impy little self off to engineering and get fixed, before all my joints freeze." Actually, most robotics could stand cold temperatures now-- but she was making a point. So oh well.

"What, cower in the corner in hopes to stay dry? I will hunt them down, wherever they are!" she exclaimed dramatically, before a pile of snow was deposited on her head. "What, jokes about my age and my height? Ooh, you're going to wish you never left your rainbow!" And with that, she took off after him.

[Sam O'Connor]

"Gold?" he said, thickening his accent as he bounced with joy, "oh, be still my heart! That'd make my year. I'd be jigging merrily till kingdom come." He snickered at this, the leprechaun joke was running long. "I might be," he said more normally, "maybe. Possibly. There may be a chance..." he smirked up at her, "you're smaller than me, that's enough to warrant a comment me thinks."

Chuckling, he said, "I'm sure Natalie would be willing to help you out if she knew it was for a good cause. Me turning into a human ice cube isn't something that I think most of the crew wants, considering I'm their main source of good food." He snorted, "cower in fear they shall! If you're coming after them with snowballs. It's a fearsome sight to behold."

Sam hooted with laughter when she told him he was going to make him wish he'd never left his rainbow. "I'd like to see you try!" he declared, disappearing into a copse of trees, nearly tripping up over his own shoe laces. Once in there, he was able to hide behind a particularly thick tree trunk, breathing as silently as humanly possible. He could use his powers to get her, but that would be cheating. Then again, he wasn't exactly feeling fair...