Post by Kris11 on Sept 25, 2011 13:01:10 GMT 10
Title: Snow-Induced Insanity
Rating: G
Word Count: 483
Card: Winter
Bingo: Snow, Skating, Cider/Wine, Affection, Together
Summary: Two groups of pages head out into different winter days, to very similar results of snow-induced insanity.
“I can’t believe you got me up so early. I swear by Mithros you lot are all insane.”
“Oh, stop complaining, Neal! It’s the first snowfall of the year and we have the day off! What better to do than go out on the pond and have some fun skating?”
“Sleeping would be better. Having feeling in my fingers; that would be better. Having private lessons with the Stump would even be better than freezing my limbs off out here. I don’t have any extra, Seaver. I need the ones I’ve got.”
“Except for the top one, eh Neal?”
“Leave my hair alone, Hollyrose!”
“I like the snow.”
“You like everything, Owen. Only someone completely insane enjoys something that is not only cold, but cold and wet.”
“Oh, stop pouting, Trebond.”
“I am not pouting.”
“What do you call this?”
“I do not look like that. Raoul. Get that stupid look off your face, Goldenlake, or I will take it off.”
“You’d have to step off the path into the bad old snow to do it, Alan.”
“It’s really not that bad, you know.”
“It is cold and it is wet, Gary. Insanity may run in my family, but I am not completely addled yet.”
“Kel likes the snow.”
“Kel is smarter than that.”
“No, I do. It’s quiet.”
“It’s quiet inside. And warm.”
“Are you going to whine all day, Queenscove?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. Goodbye, then.”
“What? Wait! You already dragged me out of bed, you’re not... Oh, fine! Oh, I have snow in my shoes.”
“It’s your own fault, Alan.”
“If I lose all of my fingers and go home in disgrace, I am blaming you. Stop laughing.”
“You’re not even blue. You’ll be fine.”
“If I turn blue and die, I am haunting you until you die.”
“We will get you some hot cider and you will be fine. Raoul, you really might want to stop laughing at him. And, Alan, he couldn’t have known the snow drift was going to be that deep.”
“He could have not thrown me in it!! Stop laughing, Goldenlake!”
“I can’t help it- ahhh. No! Not in my jacket! Alan, stop! That’s cold!!”
“There you are, Kel. Where is everyone else?”
“They’re waiting around the corner to ambush you with snowballs. I thought you might want to know.”
“You’re a true friend, Mindelan.”
“No problem.”
“It is kind of nice and quiet, isn’t it?”
“Until they catch up to you with their arsenal of snowballs, at least?”
“Well, I suppose the only thing to do would be to tactically retreat to a strategic position... say, inside where the snowballs will be rendered useless by a lack of freezing air?”
“Or you could ambush their position with the help of an inside informant.”
“I am bound to freeze to death, aren’t I”
“I think so.”
“Might as well take Merric out as well. Let’s get them.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 483
Card: Winter
Bingo: Snow, Skating, Cider/Wine, Affection, Together
Summary: Two groups of pages head out into different winter days, to very similar results of snow-induced insanity.
“I can’t believe you got me up so early. I swear by Mithros you lot are all insane.”
“Oh, stop complaining, Neal! It’s the first snowfall of the year and we have the day off! What better to do than go out on the pond and have some fun skating?”
“Sleeping would be better. Having feeling in my fingers; that would be better. Having private lessons with the Stump would even be better than freezing my limbs off out here. I don’t have any extra, Seaver. I need the ones I’ve got.”
“Except for the top one, eh Neal?”
“Leave my hair alone, Hollyrose!”
“I like the snow.”
“You like everything, Owen. Only someone completely insane enjoys something that is not only cold, but cold and wet.”
“Oh, stop pouting, Trebond.”
“I am not pouting.”
“What do you call this?”
“I do not look like that. Raoul. Get that stupid look off your face, Goldenlake, or I will take it off.”
“You’d have to step off the path into the bad old snow to do it, Alan.”
“It’s really not that bad, you know.”
“It is cold and it is wet, Gary. Insanity may run in my family, but I am not completely addled yet.”
“Kel likes the snow.”
“Kel is smarter than that.”
“No, I do. It’s quiet.”
“It’s quiet inside. And warm.”
“Are you going to whine all day, Queenscove?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. Goodbye, then.”
“What? Wait! You already dragged me out of bed, you’re not... Oh, fine! Oh, I have snow in my shoes.”
“It’s your own fault, Alan.”
“If I lose all of my fingers and go home in disgrace, I am blaming you. Stop laughing.”
“You’re not even blue. You’ll be fine.”
“If I turn blue and die, I am haunting you until you die.”
“We will get you some hot cider and you will be fine. Raoul, you really might want to stop laughing at him. And, Alan, he couldn’t have known the snow drift was going to be that deep.”
“He could have not thrown me in it!! Stop laughing, Goldenlake!”
“I can’t help it- ahhh. No! Not in my jacket! Alan, stop! That’s cold!!”
“There you are, Kel. Where is everyone else?”
“They’re waiting around the corner to ambush you with snowballs. I thought you might want to know.”
“You’re a true friend, Mindelan.”
“No problem.”
“It is kind of nice and quiet, isn’t it?”
“Until they catch up to you with their arsenal of snowballs, at least?”
“Well, I suppose the only thing to do would be to tactically retreat to a strategic position... say, inside where the snowballs will be rendered useless by a lack of freezing air?”
“Or you could ambush their position with the help of an inside informant.”
“I am bound to freeze to death, aren’t I”
“I think so.”
“Might as well take Merric out as well. Let’s get them.”