013: snowmaggedon, snowpocalypse, whatever you want to call it

[hawkeyowa]

[Back home, Iowa, like most states in the 2,500 mile snowstorm line, have been completely thrashed by waves upon waves of blinding snow. Sure, this winter has been harsh, and the Plains states tend to get plenty of snow, but this is particularly bad. Iowa already had to report that every major highway had ice and snow on it. Snowfall records are almost record-beating.

Of course, this leaves Jack freezing, burrowed in his house, and specifically burrowed under a pile of fleece blankets with his space heater cranked up. Mitch is curled on his couch next to him, and for all anyone knows, Maddie is also burrowed in the blankets, but it's much more difficult to spot her.

Though, one look around his house and it's pretty clear he was preparing for this. There's soup packets and boxes of any number of cracker-related things everywhere, along with another mass of blankets and pillows, and an endless supply of movies he dug up. Unfortunately, all he has to drink is Spring Grove and Olde Main, in which he's chosen the latter to drink. While the weather around town might not be as godawful as the weather back home, Jack is sure acting like it.]

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[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ Least to say, Gabe hasn't been faring too well with only Miller and Sprecher, something that wasn't near strong enough for him and one being root beer. It wasn't having good effects on him on that problem, being off alcohol had made him ... a little on edge. Although that's an understatement. Right now, he's suffering from a high fever and for some reason he wasn't thinking clearly because of it.

It was actually very painful to walk around, to move with a terrible headache and nausea, but he needed to talk and socialize with someone somehow. Besides, Jack was a nice person to talk to, he was Lou's brother and Lou was equally a nice sort of person. So he assumed, by that logic both were great people.

Not that he had much of it now, however at least he's dressed warmly as he knocked on the door, before slowly opening it himself - figuring maybe he should let himself in. ]

... Jack? [ His voice was hoarse and sounded a little bit more lethargic than usual. ]

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Come in!

[badgerbadassus.livejournal.com]

[ Awkwardly wandering on in, he looks around the the room, moving more slowly than usual before he decides to wander over towards the couch - making sure that he won't accidentally step or trip over anything. If Jack was to look at him, one could tell that he had a fever.

Of course this wasn't from the cold. It was from being taken off alcoholism, his arms moved shakily forward, while he was looking for a place to sit down. Gabe was clearly just waiting for permission. ]

Was... wonderin' how ya were doin' and... what drinks ya got, ya know? I got good soda but... a piece of shit beer ...

[sowonia.livejournal.com]

[oh, what's this? megan actually wearing a regular down jacket? probably because it's like 13 degrees back in oklahoma. shivering, she knocks on the door, before deciding it's too freezing to stand outside and letting herself in slowly.]
Jack? You bundled up in there?

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Oh, yeah! Come on in.

[sowonia.livejournal.com]

[and come in she will, shutting the door against the raging cold outside and taking a moment to defrost herself.]
It's thirteen degrees at home right now. [stated n an almost doomsday voice.]
Since when did we all turn into an ice box like this, you think?

[lakesyaknow.livejournal.com]

[ There's a knock on the door. Sven figures he better talk to Jack after all the all the incidents. Besides, they hardly ever talk and he does worry about him every now and then. He would have brought hot cocoa with him, but sadly this little drink thing has limited him a lot. ]

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Uh, come in?

[lakesyaknow.livejournal.com]

[ He makes his way in with slight hesitation ]

Hey Jack! Heard about yer little snowpocalypse... I just wanted to check on ya.

[cicero-comare.livejournal.com]

You might see the hand of a buried Chicago waving pathetically. "HELP ME." The car is buried, her house is buried, everything is white. Lend a hand?

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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[cicero-comare.livejournal.com]

Waves some more. "Throw me a shovel? A little help here?"

[illannoyance.livejournal.com]

[ And not too far from chicago, there's a passed out Vince in snow. You can't tell if he's sad or not because he's face down, and more than likely completely hungover from the plethora of Goose Island Beer.

This is what a champion looks like. ]

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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Vince, what the hell are ya doin'? []

[illannoyance.livejournal.com]

[ From the snow comes a mumbled mumbling that sounds vaguely like Uk Foo? Muck Goo?--

Oh. "Fuck you." ]

[cicero-comare.livejournal.com]

Old Man? She's going to try and dig with her hands towards you. "Don't give up Pops. I'll save you."

[illannoyance.livejournal.com]

[ He lifts his head up slightly, only to scream at her. ]

THE ARISTOCATS!

[auroranlights.livejournal.com]

[oh, she sees you there, suffering. too bad she's more content to just, you know.
hop on his back with both feet.]

KING OF THE MOUNTAIN!

[illannoyance.livejournal.com]

Mrich.

[ No. He wasn't saying the dog's name. ]

[show-me-rivers.livejournal.com]

[ There's a mostly naked, starting to turn blue and very close to being frost-bitten, drunk brother in swim trunks and snow boots opening Jack's door and coming in with about a foot of snow that was pilled up beside Jack's door. Jack may be inclined to panic, but don't worry, he's got blizzard essentials with him. A case of Budweiser in one hand and an intertube in the other! ]

J-J-J-JACKIE-E-E-E!!!! L-L-LOOK A-AT A-ALL T-TH-THE S-S-S-SNOW!!!!

[ Someone has secretly replaced Lou's usual low alcohol content Bud Light with Folgers Crystals slightly more potent Budweiser for a week. Throw in a blizzard and this probably isn't going to end well... ]

[cicero-comare.livejournal.com]

She hears you in snow and will now tackle you and give you a big kiss.

"Dad, you better stop me before I do something horrible to your neighbor."

[minnesnowtah.livejournal.com]

[ There's a boot aimed at your head. She was in the process of bringing Lou his jacket and she's carrying a large metal snow shovel, too. She's not going to kick you but get off her man, damnit ]

[hawkeyeiowa.livejournal.com]

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H-holy hell, Lou! What are ya doin'?!

[show-me-rivers.livejournal.com]

[ What's he doing? He's coming over to give his best bro an extremely cold naked man hug that's what he's doing! It's a lot like hugging a block of frozen man shaped beer most likely. ]

W-we're p-p-playin' SNOW FOOTBALL out h-here!! L-L-Lena and C-Cicro are r-really good at it! T-They keep on t-tacklin' each other! V-Vinny a-ain't listenin' to the r-rules v-very we-well. H-he's bein' g-goofy t-tryin' and t-tryin' ta m-make snow angels in th-the endzone! HAHA!

ooc

[devilwentdownto.livejournal.com]

Nice icon~