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Caritas, Wednesday Evening

Jarod came in ~~not at all late, really~~, set up the bar, and went out to shovel the sidewalk and salt it so people wouldn't slip on their way in.

And, well, then he decided that the snow looked too pretty and fresh to not enjoy, so he started building a snow version of Caritas, complete with bottles behind the bar and snow zombie band. It was a good thing he'd remembered his gloves.

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The zombies aren't dumb. They're staying inside where it's nice and warm and there is cocoa with marshmallows.

Tino's here and moddable, Jarod might need to be called in from playing in the snow.

Whoosh! Incoming Snowball!

Jarod didn't expect anything, so when he got the snowball right at the collar of his jacket, he whipped around. "Isabel!" Without even thinking about it, he started building a snowball then lobbed it back at her.

"Jarod!" Laughing, Isabel tried to dodge out of the way. She wasn't too successful and wound up with a snowball splattering over her jacket. That didn't stop her from sending another snowball back at him.

He ducked and was missed by the snowball, but stumbled over one of the bar stools and ended up with a legful of snow.

Isabel made another snowball and tossed it from hand to hand. "Are you ready to surrender?"

"Surrender?" Jarod looked confused. "Why would I want to do that? That means I lost."

"Well in that case..." She sent the snowball flying towards him. And if she used a little alien fu to help it fly straight, well all's fair in love and snowball fights.

Isabel's alien fu was true, and Jarod took the snowball dead center on the chest. He retailiated by tossing a handful of snow bass player at her.

"Nice to see you too!"

Wiping snow from her face, Isabel grinned. "It is isn't it? I'm glad to see you to. Especially after the weekend." Hefting one of the bottle off the snow bar as if she was in a bar fight, Isabel tossed it towards Jarod.

And oh, look, Jarod had a head full of snow, and it was dripping down into his ears. "You made it through okay?"

"Yup," she nodded. "Took out two trolls on my own. It was fun. Even if I was worried about you guys." Walking over she wiggled her hand. "Want help with that? I wouldn't want to see you get sick."

"Help with what?" He asked, "And congratulations. I did a whole lot of nothing all weekend."

"This!" Isabel brushed her hand over his head, knocking what was left of the snow off and making sure his hair was dry. "Outside in the cold with wet hair is a good way to get sick. And I'm glad you did nothing. I had been afraid you were troll food! Or possibly abducted by a satanic sorority."

"I'm still not sure that last thing didn't happen," he grinned, shaking his head, "and I could have done without being imprisoned, but it's been worse." Sure, he could say that now...

"Well all radio talked about at first was you and Jack and bunch of other people being last seen with strange girls. It's Fandom? What else were we supposed to think?" Isabel patted his shoulder. "It's over now. That's what's important."

"Yes, that's true." And if he spent as much time as possible outside for a while, well, that was just between him and the outdoors. "And I don't know what you were supposed to think. I'm a bit surprised that it even made the radio."

"The squirrels are nothing if not persistant. They were able to get Willow all the notes and a microphone so she could do her usual Saturday night radio broadcast. That's how we found out you were being held at the Efferton Manor," Isabel explained. "I went in on the first rescue mission Sunday morning."

He nodded. "Got some people out. Good for you."

"I didn't want to leave," Isabel admitted. "I knew you and Jack were still in there. But there were too many trolls, then I got hurt. We had to get out."

"No, you were right to go," Jarod started, then looked her over, concerned, "Hurt? Are you okay now? What happened?"

"A troll fell on me," she said. "I need to keep in mind where they're going to fall if I trip them up in the future. I twisted my knee a bit but one of the other students was able to heal it for me. I'm fine now," Isabel promised.

"Fell on..." He blinked at her. "And you're sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," Isabel insisted. "He fell on me. I turned him to stone, Cam and English Peter hauled me out of there and then Ranma took me to the clinic. Then Shawn healed me. If I had a bum knee do you think I'd be out tromping through this stuff?" She grinned at the sudden image that jumped in her head. "Hell, Greg would probably have me imprisoned on my bed feeding me bonbons."

Jarod blushed and didn't completely understand the sudden urge he had to lecture Greg for a very long time about respect and not losing the keys to handcuffs. "I'm glad you're better, then. And thank you."

Isabel wondered briefly about the blush, but put the thought aside. "No need for thanks. You're my friend. Of course I'd be worried." She briefly debated adding that Parker was worried as well, but Isabel was pretty sure Jarod wouldn't believe her.

"Did...did everyone come through okay?" Jarod figured Isabel would know who he was asking about.

"Everyone is just fine," she smiled. "In fact when it was all over we wound up having pizza together back in the dorms."

"Good." Jarod relaxed infinitesimally. "What kind of pizza?"

"I'm partial to plain cheese myself," Isabel admitted, lumping some snow together in order to start making a simple snow man. "So that's all I looked for. But I'm sure there were others."

"I'm under strict instructions to try a corn dog," Jarod grinned. "Hawkeye said."

"Those can be tasty," Isabel nodded. "They're a fun carnival food."

Of the non-melty variety.

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The Lounge

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