trans_9 | There's Snow Place Like Home [Bendytimed to between the Ohm simulation and the Second Life plot]

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There's Snow Place Like Home [Bendytimed to between the Ohm simulation and the Second Life plot]

A recent walk through the hangar had confirmed to Jamie that the TARDIS had been put back into whatever place it was that Stacy stored ships when their owners were in the pods. Overall, it didn't make too much difference - none of them had been able to get into it anyway. Still, he had liked to slip away from time to time just to take a look at it and remember the adventures he had gone on with the Doctor. Part of him had been hoping somehow that it would have stayed somewhere where he could do that again. Even though he hadn't really admitted it to his friends, he missed the Time Lord not being around.

So it may not come as much of a surprise that the Sensoriums currently has a TARDIS in it. The wide expanse of snow surrounding it might be a little more unusual, but it does provide an easy way to figure out where the current creator of this particular scenario would be - should anyone care to follow the Jamie-sized footprints to the door of the seemingly blue wooden box. If not, well, there's a lot of the white stuff just sitting around waiting for someone to do something with it.

((OOC: Jamie is in the TARDIS if you want to pester him but if for some reason anyone wants to just use the setting for their own-snow related threads, feel free. Just mention somewhere if you're going in the TARDIS or if you want Jamie to come outside.))

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Jamie seems to be occupied with rummaging through a large wooden chest that's been pushed up against one of the walls of the TARDIS, pulling things out and frowning at them before setting them aside. "No, that's not it. No...no...och. Where did that wee thing get to?"

He's so caught up in searching that he fails to notice Alex approach until his name is called. Glancing up from the chest, he turns towards the direction of the sound with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

"Hey?"

A snowball rushes towards Jamie headed directly for his knee as Alex continued to wear the sort of smile only his computer screen usually saw.

This plan works perfectly. Jamie's poor, unsuspecting knee is now festooned with snow, and the puzzled look is promptly replaced with a rather indignant one.

"Hey!"

He should have expected it, really, when he decided to stick the TARDIS in the middle of a field of snow. Right. Challenge accepted.

"Oh, I see. Let's find out how much ye like it, then!

Quickly, Jamie makes a dash for the still-open doors, all the better to get outside and getting some snow of his own for retaliation. It's a risky move - depending on how many snowballs Alex has, Jamie could get well-pelted before he gets outside. And yes, he could think up more snow inside the TARDIS, but where's the fun in that?

Alex had about four more with him, but he could only get one to fly true as he chased Jamie out the door. "Hold still so I c-can get you!"

The snowball smacks into Jamie's back, sending small bits of snow flying off around the TARDIS doors. "Ye want me to simply stand still and let ye hit me with those?", he asks, incredulously. Oh no, Jamie doesn't think so.

He dives outside, scooping up the snow with his bare hands, and makes a small sound as his fingers immediately get quite cold. No time to think up a pair of gloves just yet, though. Instead, he quickly packs a snowball and throws it at Alex as accurately as he can - considering he's still on the run to avoid being hit again.

"I'll not go down so easily!"

Alex gracefully caught the snowball with his face.

Shaking the snow of he bent over and made another snowball before chasing after Jamie some more and tossing another at him, laughing. He was so glad he had the time to think up gloves before his attack.

But really, how could he have not engaged his friend in a snowball fight when the TARDIS was surrounded with nothing but snow?

All Jamie needs to get gloves is a couple of seconds, and while Alex is making another snowball, he does just that, willing them into existence on his hands. Of course, this means that he's not quite as good about getting out of the way of the new missile and he gets beaned on the head.

He doesn't seem to mind, though. Far from it - he actually turns and grins back at the hacker after he's hit. Maybe he needed something like this to prevent him from getting too maudlin about missing the Doctor. And, hey, he can show Alex the TARDIS like he promised.

Later, that is, as he scoops up some more snow and hurls it towards Alex. The battle isn't over just yet.

Alex keeps laughing, even as he's pelted with more snow and it goes down his shirt and gets in his hood, causing Alice to squeak and scurry into the safety of a pocket rather than his hood.

He scoops up more snow and pats it into a ball, throwing it in Jamie's direction, and repeats it a few more times in succession.

As Jamie is running, he spots a snowdrift that looks as though might be a good place to take shelter behind. Before heading that way, he takes careful aim and throws his last snowball. With luck, Alex'll scramble to avoid it and give Jamie a chance to get to the snowdrift.

And if not, oh well. He's still going to make a break for it.

Alex does, indeed, duck to avoid it, gathering up more snow in the same motion.

As he sees Jamie rushing towards the drift he shouts, "Ack! You c-can't hide!" The snow ball he throws, seems to disagree as it lands harmlessly in the drift.

"Oh, so ye think I'm hiding, then?" He's not - instead, he's merely taking advantage of a defensible position to restock. Alex had multiple snowballs earlier, so it's only fair that Jamie gets a chance to do the same. He hurriedly scoops together snow, packing it tight in a practiced motion, and setting the snowballs aside as fast as he can make them.

Just to prove he's still willing to fight, he pops up for half a second or so to spot Alex and send a snowball in his direction.

"Why don't ye come over here so I can prove ye wrong?"

Alex works on the same, dumping them back into his hood and into the Alice- free pocket. If Jamie was busy making snowballs, then he would have time as well. Unfortunately it distracts him from seeing the snowball flying at him, getting him hit again.

But Alex uses that as his cue to rush around the drift, pulling snowballs out of his hood as if they were arrows.

Jamie is...not there. Or, well, mostly not there. A flash of plaid rounds the corner as Jamie completes his scramble to far end of the drift. His lower half is covered in white - he's quick, but not quite able to outrun everything. Not without cheating, anyway.

His hastily constructed ammunition is cradled up against his chest, and while he'll regret that once the cold starts seeping in, for right now he has it set up so he can start grabbing snowballs and peppering them at whatever parts of Alex can be seen over the snow.

"Aye, that's not bad, but you'll have to do better than that to outwit a McCrimmon!"

Doing his best to dodge the snowballs, he bounded on top of the drift, sending snow flying everywhere. His pants and shoes were getting soaked with melted snow, but he didn't seem to mind as he sent a barrage of snowballs in Jamie's direction.

After this battle was well and done, a cup of coca inside the confines of the TARDIS would most certainly be in order.

Time to take the battle up close. Jamie abruptly pivots on his foot and heads straight towards Alex, intent on charging up the hill and making it that much harder to dodge his retaliatory snowballs. He also lets out a loud Highland yell, sustaining it as he runs. It would be better if he were swinging a claymore over his head, but it still may be effective in unnerving his opponent.

One can hope, anyway.

Alex was probably among history's most easily unnerved people, and so the Highland yell was super effective. Alex stumbled back, throwing the last of his snowballs at Jamie. If Jamie had been swinging a claymore, Alex would have been scrambling in the opposite direction on all fours, begging for mercy. Snowballs, however, he could handle.

Desperate, he grabbed handfuls of snow trying to pack them in his fists. He then sent those shoddily made snowballs airborne as well. If he wasn't properly soaked before, he would be now. It probably would have been smarter to imagine something more than just a pair of gloves. A coat, perhaps? Maybe warmer pants.

But no, he was without any of that and now skidding backwards across the dune

The shoddily made snowballs do little to deter Jamie - and he presses his advantage, closing the remainder of the gap and continuing to deplete his stash of snowballs. Finally he gets to a place where he thinks he can get one really good shot in on Alex, and he cocks his arm back, ready to let fly. He doesn't actually fire yet, however. Instead, he lifts his chin a fraction, and arches his eyebrows.

"Would ye care to go on, or are ye willing to say I've bested ye?"

Will Alex admit defeat? Part of Jamie hopes so, so they can go in and get warm. It all depends on how stubborn Alex wants to be, though. Jamie knows that if the shoe were on the other foot, so to speak, they would be here a long, long time.

Alex takes the opportunity to put his hands up. Jamie was lucky that Alex was not nearly as stubborn as Jamie, at least not when it came to a snowball fight.

Laughing nervously and slightly out of breath he sputtered, "Y-you've b-bested ye, I mean, me."

A crooked grin appears on Jamie's face, and he tosses the snowball away, letting it fall to the ground harmlessly. He offers out his hand instead, intending on helping Alex up - if the boy wants.

"Good. Come on, let's go to the TARDIS and get warm."

Alex smiled back and took Jamie's hand greatfully. "O-oh, g-g-good, 'c-c-cause I'm f-freezing!" It wasn't exactly clear what was being caused by the stutter and what was a result of his chattering teeth.

Jamie helps to pull Alex to his feet, then lets go and heads over towards the open TARDIS doors. Stepping inside gratefully, he stomps the worst of the snow from his boots, and starts to brush himself off. It'll kill a few moments until Alex can get inside and Jamie can close the door.

"Hurry up, will ye?"

Alex scoots in behind him, shivering. He stomps off the snow from his shoes and then took them off. He pulled Alice out of his pocket and put her on his shoulder close to his neck so that he could take off his jacket as well.

With the coldest things off he looked around, "I-it's even m-more amazing in here th-than I thought it w-would be!" He had been expecting it to be big on the inside, but he hadn't known what to expect it to actually look like, aside from amazing. Of course it managed to surpass his expectations."

It's a bit different than it would have been/will be with Five, but some things are essentially the same. The console, the rondels on the wall, the coat rack...

Jamie walks over to the console as soon as Alex is in, closing the doors and blocking out the cold air. Sure, he could just think them closed, but half the fun of this simulation is getting to play with all the knobs and buttons without having to worry about what would really happen.

"There's a blanket in the chest over there, if ye want." Jamie seems to be fine. Or pretending he is, at any rate. "I'll go see about putting some tea on. Er...do ye drink tea?"

Alex shuffles over to the chest and pulls out a blanket wrapping himself in it and taking a corner to rub Alice warm.

"M-Mikel drank t-tea a l-lot, but I've n-never had much. F-father never k-kept it around. I w-wouldn't c-complain though." Tea didn't taste bad, but it didn't cater to his sweet tooth. Right now though, he was thankful for anything hot.

"Aye. I'll be right back." Fortunately for Alex, Jamie hasn't actually thought up the entire complex of corridors leading to the TARDIS kitchens, because that would take rather a long time to get through.

However, the place where he did put the tray of slop to use for a light snack isn't actually in the immediate area, so when he goes to get it, the illusion of him walking out of the console room holds up nicely.

A minute or two later, he comes back, carrying the tray, which now looks more like a proper tray, with a pot of hot tea, milk, sugar and a plate of biscuits - cookies to Alex.

"Here. Ye can fix it the way ye like. Is Mikel a friend of yours, then?"

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Alex fares poorly in open combat XD

Naw, surely not. XD

Check out this brilliant move!

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<--give that face a smile, and we're good!

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