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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[minnesnowtah.livejournal.com]

Piss yer dad off by kissin' someone else!

[ She huffs and kneels, trying to cover Lou with the jacket. She doesn't want to hack any of his limbs off when they get frostbite ]

[illannoyance.livejournal.com]

[... And he runs past the three only to land face first in the snow again.

Believe it or not, you are making him mad. He's just that drunk. ]

[cicero-comare.livejournal.com]

"Oh come on, Lena. It's not like you're using him at the moment."

Grope, grope,grope.

"OH LOU, WHAT WILL MY FATHER THINK IF WE KEEP GOING ON LIKE THIS?!"

So she has no acting skills in this regard. Ignore it.

[gateway2thewest.livejournal.com]

[ Have some loving shoving taps to the shoulder. Guess who? ]

I'll tell you what he's going to be thinking. He's going to be thinkin', "Damn. I should have cashed in on her life insurance policy a long time ago." Hands off, hosebeast.

[ You're touching her stuff. You know that that means right? She's got a present for you - SNOW PIE IN THE FACE! ]

[cicero-comare.livejournal.com]

"Ack!" And she's spitting out snow. It's on now, Steph. "You, hooker. You're going to pay for that kid." She'll take one last lascivious gropage on your father before tackling you into the snow.

"Make me eat snow will you!?" She's going to be shoving piles of it down your top. "At least this way it'll look like you have tits."

[gateway2thewest.livejournal.com]

[ She squeaks loudly at her new boob job, rolling around under the massive bulk with limbs moving independently of each other like a squished bug.

But this is the fight of her life! She can't give up! As Jack would say, "GO CRAZY, FOLKS!" Victory yell! ]

FOR NARNIA!

[ Getting just enough snow out of her shirt to shove some of it down Cicero's pants. Somewhere in the world, someone is probably paying to watch something like this on pay-per-view. ]

[cicero-comare.livejournal.com]

Snow? In HER pants? I don't think so. Off they come so that she can shake them out. Ignore the fire engine red of her panties.

"FOR SPARTA!"

She will be returning the favor after returning her pants to their usual position. Prepare to be pummeled with snow.