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Who: Anyone
Where: Hotel Lobby or nearby
When: Day 96, all day

[it's a brisk spring day! the sun is shining, but the air is still cool and refreshing. if we had birds, they'd be singing.

do your thing, imeeji, becauSE THIS! IS! A LIVE-ONLY! MINGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

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[That's about when he vaults over onto the building across the way, from one roof to the other.]

--Knew it!

[She darts through the alleyway, continuing to vault or hurdle up and over the fake gas tanks and AC units and trash bins that'd take too long to dodge. Of course, she can't help but keep looking up, to see if he's really still there on the rooftop--the expression almost looks impressed]

[He is in fact really still there on the rooftop, more or less keeping pace, running parallel to her path on the ground. He breaks to veer sideways once, presumably to go around something, and vaults over something she can't see from the ground a minute later, but for the most part, he's keeping pace.]

[Okay, sure, fine. But the main drag's coming up; two and a half (turning lanes) each direction. If nothing else, he'll have to get into closer sight, right?

Once she's out of the alleyway, she ducks right, skidding on the sidewalk before gaining enough traction in the new direction]

[He is definitely in closer sight; he hops up onto a higher level, like he's running along the wall that rims the roof.]

[Continues south. She's going to have to get higher eventually--very soon the street dead-ends at an open plaza, three flights of stairs below Shinjuku Station south exit--and the road to the game tower.

Instead, she runs up the wall of the nearest building towards where the elevated road is built so close it looks like they could touch. Hell, where's the style points in just running up some stairs?]

[Aw, man, he thought he was going to have more time with the high ground. He dips down as he's running - comes up with a handful of slushy snow from the rooftop and throws it down her way.]

[He's a bad shot, but it's not solid enough to be a snowball, so she might be getting dripped on as it arcs past.]

[She isn't looking for it, so there's no warning when suddenly a glop of something splatters over her glasses]

--A-augh, gross!

[Quickly wiping her face, she looks up to see where the rain is coming from (so she can hopefully try to dodge next time)]

[She better move quick, cause more is coming her way!]

[....probably his aim makes the dodge easier, even with the splatters.]

[The dodge is easier, though the slushiness makes for more splash damage. Case in point, when she attempts to throw more snow back up at him...and it kinda falls apart before even getting there]

[...She'll just have to come up after him, huh]

[Probably, yeah.]

[...he's going for round three before she gets up the rest of the way, though.]

[She--is really bad at dodging! It sucks, what's even the point of it! However, putting up an arm to block still means you get hit full snowball damage, namely a slop of snow to the face, so that's chillly.

At any rate, once she makes it up the wall, she starts charging at him, going for a tackle, as you do in races]

[Yelps and tries to put on a burst of speed - but honestly, he's going full speed already, and he wasn't expecting her to go for a tackle.]

[He sure is going down.]

[Come now, running has always been a full-contact sport]

[Anyway, they both go down, squashing into a snow drift at least]

[Fwump. He goes down stomach down, face full of snow for the win.]

Dude... dude.

[He kind of flails a little, trying to flip himself back over.]

[Success~ She crows out a laugh, only having gotten a chinful of snow, and doesn't stop him from flailing]

Perfectly within the rules!

[Cool, if she doesn't stop the flailing, he's probably going to manage to get himself flipped rightside-up, if still pinned - and be incoming in about 2.5 seconds with a handful of snow slush aimed at smooshing it into her cheek.]

Yeah? Well, so's this!

[Very true... Sat atop him, there isn't really range to do much other than squawk undignified as she's slushed to the face. However, it also means he can't escape either when she eventually slides over an armful of snow of her own]

[At one point this was a footrace huh well whatever]

[Wait, what, an armful??]

[Plainly the best thing to do to keep her from using that all is to use some of it on her.]

[RIP this footrace, oops.]

[It's more a biathlon maybe, no worries]

[So yeah, there's kind of snow everywhere but worth it, right? And either way, isn't he glad he started wearing that coat again? She hopes so, since the plan's to stuff more snow down it]

[Aslksdjfdlthat is THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT A COAT IS FOR.]

[This is the most ungainly squawk and the most frantic attempt to take a coat off she's probably ever seen. It doesn't help that he's effectively pinned, probably.]

[Or perhaps it is exactly what a coat is for]

[She's only got him pinned by sitting on his legs, and she doesn't stop him from flailing out of his coat, leaning back to try not to get smacked in the face by said flailing instead. Oh, and just cackling, this is apparently high entertainment]

[Is it still funny when he dumps the entire coat, snow and all, on her head?]

[Inquiring minds want to know.]

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