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[ruinously]

[ HE'S BACK - but only with a short message. ]

mistletoe was part of the supply drop and has been hung appropriately.

you're welcome


[ a few moments, then-- ]

also - snowball fight in the sunlight room. 5pm. be there, or be a loser. up to you


**ADDED SOMETIME LATER**

for those of you who don't know what mistletoe is, it's a poisonous little plant and it's tradition to kiss under it. Dunno why, but that's what it's for, ask most earthlings and they'll confirm. so get to smoochin.

(( ooc; RE THE SNOWBALL FIGHT y'all go wild with this, seriously. tag each other, smash each other in the face with snow, start fires, idc. go nuts. feel free to treat this as a commentlog & tag around OR DONT YOU DO YOU ))

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[laviny]

[Well, someone is gonna fuck around and find out that’s for sure. Yelena is a trained Russian assassin. Not only is she trained in stealth and ambush techniques, she trained in the Russian tundra.

This is basically her home playing field.

And she hasn’t had a lot of opportunity to use her skills for fun, so she is taking this one.

She’s dressed all in white to better blend in the snow, and she’s found a place with some cover so she can stage a proper ambush. She waits for Dean to turn away from her location a bit and throws a snowball directly at his head.]

[ruinously]

[ Well, he's screwed, isn't he. He didn't expect a freakin' Russian assassin to launch an assault at his head, and it smacks the back of his noggin and splatters everywhere and he yelps, scrambling to duck behind his makeshift snowdrift, poking his head up briefly to look and see who the hell hit him that he didn't see. ]

Hey now-- fight fair!

[laviny]

I’m fighting fair. What’s not fair?

[She's not fighting fair, actually, but she also was never taught to fight fair, so this might be as fair as she gets unless someone explains the rules of snowball fights to her.

She also doesn’t come out of her hiding spot when she speaks, although her Russian alto may be distinct enough for Dean to recognize from when they met over drinks.]

[ruinously]

[ He's hiding behind his snowdrift, frantically making more snowballs, heart thumping happily in his chest. ]

That you, Yelena?