TWELVE | VIDEO

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Bones clicks on the video to show him sitting in his room with about five other fake, cooing tribbles sitting on his desk, in several different colors. The one you all saw a few days ago he handed off to Jane, but he got a couple more of them over the course of the flood.

But, at least he's an adult again, back in clothes that fit, and that's sort of good enough for him. Besides, the cooing is kind of pleasant.]

I've got more of these fake tribbles than anyone could ever want, thanks to that flood. If anyone feels like adopting one of 'em, I'd be happy to hand one over.

And Cat, I think we'd better talk.

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[imaythrowuponyou]

[And he does, backing off so she can push open the door and wondering exactly what part of her crazy ass world they're going to end up in.]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Hey it's not crazy, okay. BE GLAD THEY DON'T WIND UP AT THE WALL. They're in the north again, and there's snow all around; it'll be knee high before long. Arya's face lights up, before she realizes and gets herself under control again.

She darts out, trudging through the snow with a quickness she learned early, and holds up her tricorder.]

Can it read snow?

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Bones is decidedly less nimble in all this snow, being from Georgia and all. Thank god Starfleet boots are pretty well insulated.]

Sure. Probably won't tell you much interesting about it, it's just frozen water.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Man up and get higher boots, bro. She points her tricorder down, frowning at all those buttons.] But it can do it. How?

[imaythrowuponyou]

Here, see- [He changes the setting on his own tricorder and explains what he's doing, making sure she can see what he's doing.] Try it on yours.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She has to lean up, on her toes, but she watches, and a moment later, she mimics. Okay, she can do that. She points it at the snow, and taddah! Readings! She smiles at that, and sloshes through to the trees. It gets waist high for a moment, but she seems to barely notice.]

The same thing for a tree?

[imaythrowuponyou]

Yeah, sure. [And he's following, a little more cautiously because hot damn, Arya, this is a lot of snow.] Just recalibrate it a little, like this-

[And more showing how to. See, look at this bonding, is this really so bad?]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[No, because you're talking about a machine. Totally safe topic. c: But she recalibrates, and gets tree readings. Awesome. c: She starts fiddling with the calibrations, glancing back at him.]

You should have worn higher boots.

[imaythrowuponyou]

I'm not really as well prepared for winter as you are. We don't spend a whole lot of time in the snow.

[What with being on a space ship and everything. :V]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She opens her mouth to tell him winter is coming; but those are Stark words, and she's no Stark. So instead, she scowls at her tricorder - then scoops up a handful of snow, packs it in her fist, and lobs it at him.]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Bones was busy trying to figure out just how much snow they were going to get in here and how dangerous this could potentially be, and therefore kind of missed the snowball until it had hit him. He laughed and brushed the remaining snow off his shirt.]

What was that for?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Because [winter is here] you should be prepared for snow. You still aren't.

[What this means to her is that he can't possibly understand Arya. She was a child of the north, and the winter, and the snow, and he isn't.] Have you ever been in the snow?

[He looks like a southron. And look, Bones: It's starting tosnow. c:]

[imaythrowuponyou]

Sure. Not like you have, though. [The significance of what she's saying isn't necessarily completely lost on him, but he casually leans over to scoop up some snow, pack it and tosses it at her.]

Still know how to make a mean snowball.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She bats at it with her tricorder, and he gets a quick grin.] But you're not fast enough!

[This is now a snowball war, McCoy. I hope you are prepared.]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[McCoy laughs again before scooping up some more snow.]

Oh, we'll see about that.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She bolts to the side, moving quickly through the snow. It's more hopping than trudging, and it makes it much easier for her to get through when she starts sinking to above her knees.]

Better get a shield!

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Yeah, you are going to kick his ass. :|]

Of what?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Bet on it. :|]

Don't care! [Because she is flinging another snowball right at his head.]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[He ducks, leaning a little to the side and narrowly missing it, lobbing a snowball at her and trying to find something to use as a shield.]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[It catches her shoulder, and she's vaguely impressed that he caught her at all. So she darts behind a tree, brandishing her tricorder when she leans out to block any snowball attacks. The next one gets lobbed at his knees.]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[And that one impacts with his knee, so he is going to be off to find his own tree to hide behind, which is going to take a while because he totally lacks your agility in this snow.

He is going to be requesting warmer clothes from the Admiral when this is done. :|]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[HAH. Suck it, old man. She is taking advantage of that lack of agility by - no, pelting him would be too easy, she's darting after to tackle him into the snow. Or else jump on his back. One or the other.]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Well, good for you, you got him while his balance was already not great, so you have successfully tackled your warden to the ground and he is falling face first in the snow. He's laughing though, once he's not actually face down in this freezing cold crap. How do you people survive up in Winterfell. :|]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Hey, summer snows are the best thing, okay. And while she's balanced on his back, she reaches out and scoops up some snow to scrub into his hair. She used to do this to Sansa, when Sansa didn't go running to their mother over it.]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[And Bones just kind of yelps, because holy fucking shit that is cold and wet and WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, before trying to sit up a little and shaking some of that snow out of his hair.] Damn, that's cold.