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The snow was deep and heavy in mid-December, covering the paddocks and fields of the estate in a blanket of white.

Perfect snow – and no elves around to tidy it up!
Al rubbed his hands together. The snowfall felt good, though of course it made commuting to 2 and day to day activities more difficult.

Edward and the staff had done as they always did – the paths, drives and near paddocks were all clean and tidy. The farther paddocks and the woodlands had been left alone in their whiteness - there was no need to disturb them, and it left the Lady of the Green her white winter raiment.

With the snow, outdoor activities had shifted. There was still plenty of time for enjoying the outdoors even on the shortest winter days, but the focus changed.

Paintball, shooting and skill sports had moved aside for simpler pursuits – long walks in the woods and fields. The humans, not well equipped for deeper snow, shifted to snowshoes or cross-country skis as they preferred, though the centaurs flat-out loved the fields as they were.

Walking away from the window on this Saturday morning, he strolled casually over to his dam, draped his arms over from the back, and said “Care for a walk, dear? It’s gorgeous out there – like a Yule scene.”

Daisy turned in his arms, bestowing a return hug. “You sure? Snow’s not exactly thin out there – and you two-legs aren’t noted for ability to handle it.”

Al chuckled, utterly ignoring the humorous jibe. “Worst case, dear, I will let you carry me – but I can’t stay indoors. The range is snowed over, so shooting isn’t on – a good walk will do us good. Call up those lazy children of yours as well – might as well make a proper party of it.”

Soon after, the party headed out, humans and centaurs alike. Al, Katherine and the girls were equipped for the winter weather, bringing aluminium snowshoes for when the snow got deep. The centaurs, all feral, capered in the winter landscape like colts, enjoying the brisk air and the sunshine.

They walked the land – up the trails and past the memory garden, with its winter cover of straw and burlap. Down the trail through the elves’ camp, the small hut quiet and awaiting warmer weather for tea parties and play to resume.

On the edge of the open field the humans stopped and donned their snowshoes. The centaurs stepped high, their long powerful legs having little trouble in the foot-deep snow and continued ahead, separating a bit as they enjoyed the weather.

Al, walking again, and quite used to snow travel, reached down and picked up a handful of the snow. Idly, he played with it, the snow packing, rounding and firming into a perfect snowball. It seemed a shame to waste it…

THWACK!
With a wicked aim and utter lack of self-preservation instincts Al pegged the snowball – straight at the back of Daisy’s head.

With a scream and a neigh she turned, fire in her eyes till she saw the old man in the mottled leather bomber jacket scrabbling for another handful – and decided to reciprocate in kind.

Now, centaurs have advantages and disadvantages in a snowball fight. Their powerful torsos and arms can make snowballs hurt when thrown – but the snow is so far down from their reach.

Kneeling, stooping, scooping up a large handful of snow, she charged toward him and fired for effect, screaming “MISERBLE SNEAKING TWO-LEGS! YOU are going to get YOURS!!” The impact of a snowball the size of a volleyball knocked him from his feet, where he scrambled for another handful and unerringly pegged his dam in the chest as she charged in.

And the fight was on.

The girls and Katherine, laughing, grabbed handfuls of snow and with more enthusiasm than skill pelted Buck with snowballs. Cindy, stooping and running, gathered two handfuls of snow, mashed them together and fired it at Rowdy, impacting him square on his mid-back join.

“DAMNIT SIS THAT’S COLD!” he shouted, and reached for his own weapons.

The snowballs flew thick and fast, and the different styles of play became evident. With their easier reach to the snow the humaniform species fired rapidly, trading smaller payloads for more hits.

The centaurs were the opposite – slow to fire but infuriatingly accurate.

The fight became less of a contest between individuals and more of a free-for-all. Castela thumped Atsali in the head as she was decorating her Aunt Cindy with a thrown snowball, a tendril making a very effective whip for flinging projectiles. She in turn was thoroughly thumped by Buck with a thrown snowball, knocking her tumbling into the snow. This earned Buck a glare from Katherine, who expressed her ire with a series of accurate throws which dusted him everywhere with icy crystals.

Rowdy alternated between his family members, scoring a good hit or two on each and taking the heat off Al long enough for him to get up. In gratitude Al fastballed him one in the flank, prompting a reciprocation in a hard-thrown projectile that took Al’s fedora off his head prompting a string of colourful curses.

With that, the melee focused.

The centaurs took to thumping each other, capering around and dodging for position while firing softball-sized snowballs.

In the meantime the humaniform types degenerated into a 4-way fight, each for himself. Al and Katherine were thoroughly pelted by the girls but gave as good as they got as they then turned on each other.

Laughing, panting and each thoroughly soaked the snowball fight wound down. Daisy walked over to Al, and said “You treacherous man. Horrible man. Get up here and let’s go back to the house – I could use a cup of tea.”

“Sounds wonderful, dear.” With that, he doffed his snowshoes and put his hands to her mid-back, vaulting up and settling with his arms wrapped around her torso. “Let’s be off.”

Atsali and Castela hopped up onto Cinnamon’s back, the load being nothing to the young mare. Katherine of course vaulted to Buck’s back, and the party headed back to the house and the warm cheer of the kitchen.
"The Empire was founded on cups of tea, mate, and if you think I am going to war without one you are sadly mistaken."
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Nice - it had me smiling almost the whole way through. Almost enough to make me miss being in real winter weather more than once every four or five years.

(I was going to include a program to print out a Christmas tree - written in SNOBOL4 of course - but I'm too lazy to re-learn the syntax well enough to write out and test the code in the next hour before I go to a movie. Shame on me. Maybe it's the thought that counts?)
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NOTE: I am not the author of this - this is all Dinky, and is part 2 of a trilogy of items

Every single word is true...except those that aren't... :P

Sterling was on the run. Holiday shopping had gotten more interesting with her newly made friends, so she found herself doing mundane things like baking and the return of her long-neglected jewelry crafting.

She popped into her favourite guilty pleasure and purchased a large bear claw pastry, festively wrapped in a box.
Unable to resist winding up Al, she took a quick photo of the box along with a message,
"Top of the morning Warhorse! This is my teeny weenie Texas treat...love in a little box. Shall I pop over with some for you and the crew?"

His sweet but strange reply,

"Love often comes in boxes. Sometimes from here, sometimes from far away."
followed soon after, and thinking it to mean he was hard at work, she soon put it out of her mind in favour of her errands.

Doctor Strange was on the big screen, so she decided to allow herself a brief visual treat between supply runs, mentally picking apart the magical aspects of it, while immensely enjoying the action.

On the way back, she was messaged by her neighbour, who was running a wee bit late, asking to please see her child off the school bus, which she quite happily agreed to.

That child was such a bundle of energy and pure joy, she thought that just this once, she'd drag the old tree and decorations out, and let him help make her house properly festive.

Lugging all the crates from the attic, she set the tree up and decided to read by the door so she could hear the rumble and roar of the diesel as the bus delivered it's priceless cargo.

An abrupt noise woke her from her literary reverie, and thinking she heard the bus, opened her door to walk over and collect her charge. Not seeing it, she happened to catch sight of a parcel on her deck table.

The label read,

A. Richer
Richer Engineering


Immediately her eyes darted up and down the street looking for Clara and her Fedora wearing partner-in-mischief.

Shrugging, she carried it inside and opened the box to find several mechanics books on American muscle cars, a tin of shortbread, and a tin containing fragrant blueberry Lapsang Souchong tea.

"Sterling,

Decided to thin out my library, and thought these might be of more use to you and your cousin. Daisy said the tea is from Tina's, and the shortbread is from Rosalita, as she said new books and tea pair well with shortbread.

Warm Holiday wishes meduck,

Al & family"


Tearing up, Sterling again felt so very warm and happy for this year filled with so many blessings, as she walked out to collect her charge off the bus that had just pulled up, suddenly very ready to have fun.

Al would later howl with laughter at her call and her recounting of the discovery of the parcel.
"The Empire was founded on cups of tea, mate, and if you think I am going to war without one you are sadly mistaken."
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AN: And the third and last installment...

The night was cold, but the spirits inside warm.

Winter having come to the Alexander estate, the Saturday night dinners moved indoors.

Since their marriage, Al and Daisy had instituted several 'instant traditions' as Al called them. One, the wearing of Hawaiian as dress formal dinners was one and another was Saturday night dinner.

If in town and nothing pressing happening, the clan gathered at the dining table on Saturday nights. The food was rarely formal, varying to the season and the tastes of the mistress of the house. Often in Winter pride of place was taken by one of Rosalita's delectable stews, vegetarian and served with meat to be added on choice by the consumer. Coupled with fresh bread it lent a warm, family air to the gathering, suiting perfectly the convival atmosphere at the table.

With the end of dinner the family adjourned to the Great Room, there to while away the hours till bed with music and conversation. The floor had been opened out - the couches shifted so that the fire in the fireplace could be enjoyed as well as the hijinks on the open floor.

The audio system was on full automatic, and the many gigabytes of music in its memory being accessed randomly. Country western, pop, club dance, rock & roll and even Katherine's heavy metal all surfaced in turn - the family's music tastes were eclectic at best.

After a quieter period of music and conversation a raucous dance tune started up. Cinnamon grabbed the audio system remote tablet, and with a few swipes turned up the volume. Grabbing Katerine and Atsali, she dragged them out to the center of the floor where they were soon joined by Buck and Rowdy.

That tune ended, and a bit of Al's 80s rock and roll began to blare from the speakers. With that, Al grabbed Daisy's hand and with mild protests was dragged to the floor, joining the rest of the family.

Mother told me, yes, she told me
That I'd meet girls like you
She also told me, "Stay away
You'll never know what you'll catch"


Swinging and laughing, the dancers enjoyed the music and each other. After the first chorus passed a glance passed between the young women on the floor, and they shifted around the older couple gradually and unobturusively.

On the next chorus

Mommy's all right
Daddy's all right
They just seem a little weird
Surrender
Surrender
But don't give yourself away


The antics began.

Still swaying to the music, they surrounded the older couple. On 'Mommy's All Right!' one hand came down pointing squarely at Daisy, on 'Daddy's All Right!" the other came down pointing at Al, and both stayed down during the rest of the chorus.

The reaction was immediate and gratifying. The older couple to their merit didn't stop dancing, but the laughter was loud and long. As the song continued there was laughter at the concept of Daisy and Al as the Mommy and Daddy in the outlandish song. On the final chorus the pantomime began again - fingers pointing squarely at the now convulsively laughing older couple, as Rowdy and Buck stood back and enjoyed the spectacle.

And the evening went on, with music, laughter, and the company of a family related not just by blood but love.
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They just seem a little weird.
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AmriloJim wrote:They just seem a little weird.
Awwwwwww, really? :)

The evening bit was actually the first one written, and was the result of a combination of Boston traffic, boredom and an audio system in my daughter's car that's WAY too powerful.

Stop and go traffic is a great place to get some thinking done.
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Al & family
Somewhere in the afterlife, Carroll O'Connor and Jean Stapleton smile... and can't say why.

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Having access to the Library's Teleportation Mechanism... And having semi-official admin access to its programming... Has advantages.

Like having easy access to some of the world's best snowboarding drops right from the comfort of your own home. Even the ones that the rest of humanity had not yet discovered.

Glytch did a final check of his equipment in his garage - oxygen mask, quick-deploy BASE-style parachute and harness, custom snowboard with more flex and shorter length for better maneuverability and a piezo-electric layer reverse-engineered from Al and Sarge's Nuclear Rabbit, a suit of armor (including a helmet, of course) incorporating batteries into the plates to store electricity generated by the board, electromagnetic boots, a small Vimana unit just in case, and an experimental set of goggles with an even more experimental suite of HUD software.

With a deep breath, Glytch stepped onto his board, using a gesture with a gloved hand to activate the electromagnets, holding him securely in place... Then made another gesture.

*VORP*

Instantly, Glytch appeared 15 feet above the top edge of a mountain deep in the Himalayas. His ears popped painfully from the sudden pressure shift, but he remained focused as he fell, landing hard and immediately beginning to carve his path through the undisturbed powder. He could feel the board flexing as he wove back and forth, dodging razor rocks, bad drops, and shards of solid ice. Each flex generated electricity, which charged the batteries in his suit of armor, which in turn helped keep him warm as well as kept his board firmly attached.

Glytch had already memorized the topography of the slope and knew a big jump was coming up. He crouched, twisted his body, and straightened his course, building up speed before hitting a berm and thrusted with his entire body, driving himself skyward, over an abyssal crevasse. As he jumped, his body straightened, imparting rotation - Glytch's goggles provided an enormously useful horizon lock, allowing Glytch to calibrate his rotation perfectly as he sailed across the gap.
With a mad grin on his face, he performed a gesture with one hand and grabbed his board with the other.

The board came free, and Glytch held it out briefly in front of him mid-air, catching it in view of his goggle's camera, before returning the board to his feet with just a split second to spare before he hit the snow again.

"YEEEAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!"

Glytch continued down the mountain for nearly ten minutes, performing several more jumps, progressively getting more foolhardy with his new board before his altimeter indicated the air outside was thick enough to breathe. He deactivated his oxygen, which was only one quarter full now, and sighted his position on the slope. One last jump: the big one.

Glytch stopped carving back and forth and hunkered down low, making a short hop up out of the powder and onto a narrow track of more solid snow - it was almost ice. If it wasn't for his board's flexibility, Glytch would have had absolutely no purchase to cut into the stuff and steer.
With his board now skittering over the packed snow and his body huddled into as aerodynamic a shape as he could muster, Glytch raced down the mountain, hitting 80 miles an hour before suddenly...

The mountain quite simply stopped existing underneath him.

A sheer cliff face, borne of an enormous landslide. Where there was once a rather solid mountain and lots of snow and ice, there was now only empty air, with a lower boundary of jagged and extremely deadly rocks.

"WEEEEEEEEE!"

Glytch didn't mind. He came prepared, as any good Scout should - this was where the BASE parachute came into play.

BASE chutes are designed in some ways similar to the reserve chutes of normal skydivers... They are designed specifically for quick and reliable openings. Use of mesh inflation vents, different packing methods, rubber bands, different rigging, larger pilot chutes, and other differences ensured fast, on-heading deployments.
Of course, there was no room for error in BASE jumping - by the time a jumper realizes their chute is wrong, they're already dead... So there's no point in having a reserve.

But then... There was always a chance for something to go wrong. In this case, Glytch hadn't anticipated the effect all of the snowboarding would have on his chute. Carving through fresh powder was a beautiful experience, but with his heated armor, some of the snow he flung up ended up sticking to him... And thus melted, refreezed, and slowly infiltrated his chute.

Glytch pulled the cord... And nothing happened. The pilot didn't even come out, it was frozen solid.

Most jumpers, at this point, would simply take the last few moments to make peace with themselves and whatever deity they chose.

...

Glytch, on the other hand, laughed. He hadn't felt an adrenaline rush this immense without being in a paranormal battle of some kind for years.

A few hundred meters away, a Yeti gathering geological survey data for MIB, looked up from his notebook at the sound of a madman laughing as he fell to his apparently certain death. Then the laughing stopped.

The yeti grimaced as he looked out, expecting to see a body at the foot of the cliff. Instead, he heard a faint *VORP*, and the laughing continued, unabated, echoing from a small figure in red, leaning up against a rock in the distance, perfectly safe.

"HAAAHAHAHAHAAA... WOOO! That... Was... AWESOME!" Glytch jumped into the air with an ecstatic punch. "IMMA DO IT AGAIN!"

*VORP*
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Glytch, you used 3/4 of your oxygen bottle on the first run. I suggest NOT doing it again without a refill (or another bottle).
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Glytchmeister wrote:
Most jumpers, at this point, would simply take the last few moments to make peace with themselves and whatever deity they chose.
BEST.
LINE.
EVER.
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National Lampoon's [i]Deteriorata[/i] wrote:Therefore, make peace with your god
Whatever you perceive him to be - hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
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:lol: :lol: :lol:

Can anyone play?

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FreeFlier wrote::lol: :lol: :lol:

Can anyone play?

--FreeFlier
*looks at the others*

Well... I don't mind... Just so long as you check via PM if you want to play with any of our characters, I think...
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GlytchMeister wrote:
FreeFlier wrote::lol: :lol: :lol:

Can anyone play?

--FreeFlier
*looks at the others*

Well... I don't mind... Just so long as you check via PM if you want to play with any of our characters, I think...
Nor do I - - as Glytch says play nice on the character usage and all is good.
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FreeFlier wrote::lol: :lol: :lol:

Can anyone play?

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Go for it, but do check with various parties when using their character
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December 31, 2016... the year is finally over. Many transitions, many of them painful, have traipsed across the headlines and through the private lives of the residents of Malott, Washington. The Howard household was no different on those counts- Greg and Annie now had an empty nest and were still adjusting to it.
Several years back, Annie with her two sons had shown up needing a place to be. Greg had two bedrooms that saw no real use. One boy was in second grade while the other was pre-school... both boys emotionally were train wrecks. Greg read them a chapter of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" before they went to bed... that became a tradition, and woe betide those nights where it wasn't observed.
The boys fell in love with Greg- as did their Mother. Now both boys call him 'Dad' or 'Pop'- Greg never requested this, it just happened. And Greg was just as pleased and proud of 'his boys' as he could be. For all their faults, they show some remarkable character and fortitude.
...and now they are gone.
65A North Malott Road is now remarkably quiet... with the boys gone, Greg had less enthusiasm for even touching off some of the high explosives he had gathered over the years, something that always gave him pleasure. As he cleared out his driveway with the small, cheap TORO snowblower, he contemplated the long common driveway that he shared with the Oylers.
From his house, it was 1/10th of a mile downhill to the road. Heavily packed, it had partially thawed yesterday and re-frozen overnight... challenging, but not impossible. He remembered picking up Andrew, the youngest, from the bus that would arrive at noon when the boy started pre-school ... he would plant his large form on a small 'flexi-flyer' and scoot down the driveway as the bus turned the corner, thus all the kids on board saw this middle-aged man sledding down the side of the hill to meet the bus. Wearing heavy gloves and boots, Greg would then stop the sled just before he went on the road with hands and feet, place the 4 year old on the sled and pull him back up the hill.
That '4 year old' was now half a head taller and 30 pounds heavier than himself.
Greg looked over the driveway. Pretty much solid ice.
He went back inside to get some heavier gloves...
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The old flexi-flyer had two replaced oak boards and quite a bit of new hardware- but the bulk of the original artifact was still there. A quick sanding of the runners removed the rust- then a quick spritz of vegetable oil prepped them. Putting on the Arctic service gloves, he placed the device pointing it downhill. He then laid down head first on his belly and ran the sled back and forth to feel the ice. Pretty damn slick.
"is this really a good idea?" he asked himself.
There was a bit of internal discussion- the consensus was , "... probably not... but since when has THAT been an issue?"
One good shove and... within ten feet of travel, Greg knew he was in trouble.

BIG trouble.

He was already travelling faster than he could stop in a hurry, and accelerating at an alarming rate. Hs two hundred pounds precariously balanced on a sled rated for a 75 pound child, he was headed head-first towards a road where he had no view from the ground in either direction until the last moment- he DID however check the road before he mounted the sled, so he figured to run with it. The road itself was iced over... on the other side, the harvested alfalfa field was covered with 16 inches of undisturbed snow... about 24 inches below the level of the road.

What was about to happen could possibly be avoidable... but somehow, that was not a concern to Greg.

He hit the corner with just enough control to avoid the mailboxes on the opposite side- Halfway across the road, the crown of the asphalt started to drop out from under him, leaving him airborne as he passed the mailboxes. Tossing the sled aside, he impacted the snow and proceeded to tumble through the snow in a spectacular fashion...


There was a few moments of inventory as Greg tried to asses the damage before he dared to move- hm... nothing broken, a bit of a wrenching of the back and the left shoulder... snow and ice where it is not appreciated... shorts are still dry... and clean... one glove missing... as are the spectacles... oh, wait, here they are... not broken, good... now, let's see if the body still works.
After a bit of floundering, Greg got upright and located the sled... and his other glove... assembled himself and started back up the driveway. Next run, he will leave the glasses off...
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