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]

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.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She is holding on around his shoulders, because she doesn't really want to soak her pants in the snow if she doesn't have to. :|]

It's snow.[Duh.]

[imaythrowuponyou]

[Alright, fine then. He can deal with this. Although he is probably going to go put on every sweatshirt he owns after we get out of here.]

Is it always this bad, where you're from?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Bad? [Bones, are you high.] This is a summer snow.

[But that gives her pause, because why is it a summer snow. :|a It should be well into winter. She isn't sure she likes this.]

[imaythrowuponyou]

Not where I'm from. [Yes, yes, make fun of him all you want.]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She will. c:] You're a southron. [And she's busy thinking how she isn't sure WHAT to think about that when she realizes it shouldn't matter. She slides of his back, into the snow.]

And I'm no one.

[imaythrowuponyou]

[He turns around to look at her, but doesn't stand up.] I still don't understand why you're so damn insistent you're no one.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Because I need to be Faceless. [She gives him a weird look, because she's seen her file.]

You know why.

[imaythrowuponyou]

But you're here now. You don't have to be no one.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I want to be. [It's a lie, and she starts chewing on her lip.]

[imaythrowuponyou]

You're sure? [He sees that lip chewing, missy.]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Yes. [Well fine. :| She makes herself stop, straightening.] I'm no one. And I want to join the Faceless Men.

[imaythrowuponyou]

And you don't want to be yourself, even if you can be here?