Inside the School Gates [around noon]

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After some of the students went to the library and got briefed on the plans underway in town (as relayed to Constantine from Jono), they grabbed everyone in the dorms who was willing to come out and fight the snow monsters, who were milling around outside the gates in a crowd of hundreds, waving placards about climate change and groaning.

The students had weapons. They had coffee. They had an innate sense of rhythm...kinda.

That last part, enacted through Operation Boogie, the brainchild of Nina, Tip, Beaker, Sabine, Lana, and Prompto, was about to come in a lot more handy than you'd think.

[OOC: This will be your big fighty post! Please hold for some quick OCD!]

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<s>Avengers</s> Students, Assemble!

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	How was this even a thing? Couldn't they have found a more dignified distraction method? Nevertheless, here Lana was, lightsaber ready just in case, ready to...dance.
	"Meep meep meep meep meep," the pile of scarves with red hair muttered pessimistically, staying well away from Lana's lightsaber. "Meep meep meep." Then he did jazz hands.
	Lana sighed and put the lightsaber back on her belt - with this kid nearby, there was no telling what might happen. "Agreed," she said, responding to his tone more than anything. "This had better at least work."
	"Meep meep meep," Beaker agreed.
	Tip bounced on her toes, hands shoved deep into her coat, while everyone gathered. Why did it have to be so cold? "I really wish I could say this was the dumbest plan I've ever been a part of."
	"I could be doing literally anything else to help," Sabine sighed, on about her twelfth facepalm since she'd showed up.
	"It's Fandom," Tip said. "Your other ideas made way too much sense to work here."
	"At least moving will keep us warm." Bright side, right? That was a bright side.
	"So would hiding in a common room," Tip muttered. "Right, people need to hurry up and get out here so we can get this over with already."
	"Maybe we'll get lucky and a fight will break out," Sabine said, pulling on her helmet just in case. And because if she was going to do this, it looked cooler with the helmet on.
	"You have a strange definition of luck," Tip observed. Couldn't fault her for style, though.
	So, this was a thing. Even Prompto had to admit that a dance-off with snowmen seemed absolutely ridiculous, and he also felt that no one should have to be subjected to his attempts at what could marginally be called dancing, but if everyone else was doing it, it wasn't as embarrassing. Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't capable of just leaning in to ridiculous as much as possible when he had to. "Alright!" he said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them together, bouncing between his feet to pump himself up...and to keep warm. "It's go time! Time to slay some snow-jerks with some sweet ass moves." The finger guns there was a good indication that Prompto's moves would not be nearly as sweet as he had promised, but so help him if he wasn't going to dance like they were. ...while also possibly wondering how dead he'd be if his camera made an appearance to, uh, capture the moments. These could be cherished memories one day! He was doing it for posterity!
	Tip did her best not to laugh too obviously at that finger-gun action. This dude was very white, wasn't he. "Well, at least someone's enthusiastic."
	"Meep meep meep!" Beaker said, going for the thumbs-up instead. Well. Mittens up. It was cold.
	"That's good, Beaker. Just . . . try not to catch fire." Tip looked around at the gathering dancers. "Though either way, we are definitely going to end up going viral on YouTube."
	And desperately trying to mask a crippling fear of embarrassment among his peers with a whole lot of overcompensation! "I mean," Prompto laughed, "there are cute, cuddly animals on the line here!" Not to mention, you know, the whole island, probably, but his heart was really on all those animals at the shelter, Sidon left to valiantly defend the generator. "We've gotta give it everything we've got!"
	"Well. If it's for the cute animals," Tip said, teasing.

And a one, and a two--

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	Just before things could get started, a group of gremlins, dressed in their best caroling gear, formed an organized set of lines by height, safely away from the dancing. And then they began to sing. It's just a jump to the left And a step to the right "Oh. That's helpful," Sabine said, jumping to the left. And then stepping to the right.
	Beaker kept a good distance between himself and the gremlins--and then the snow monsters as the music pulled them in closer--and started dancing along. With your hands on your hips You bring your knees in tiiiiiight-- "Meep meep meep!" he called to the others, waving frantically.
	Tip hadn't even been aware she was capable of this sort of shame after years dealing with both the Boov and Fandom. And yet. At least she wouldn't look any stupider than anyone else out here. She fell into line next to Beaker -- the easier to tackle him into the snow if he spontaneously combusted -- and eyed the gremlins, a half-count behind as she picked up on the "choreography". But it's the pelvic thruuuuust! That really drives you insa-a-a-a-ane!
	Huh. Well, this wasn't particularly dignified, but it wasn't weirder than a lot of dances Lana had seen. And at least it had directions! Let's do the Time Warp agaaaaain! Okay, up until now it did. She glanced around and sort of did what the others were. Hey, no matter how bad they were, they had to be better than snow creatures, right?
	They were better than the snow monsters, who were now attempting to counter--without music, sadly--with a shuffling version of the Electric Slide. The guy on the right kept turning on the wrong beat.
	"They are really not good at this," Sabine frowned, while Time Warping, again.
	"Meep meep meep," Beaker agreed judgmentally. He, it turned out, was a natural dancer. Huh.
	Well. This was the island for surprises and strangeness. "Are they . . . line dancing?" Tip had never been introduced to the electric slide before.
	"They seem to be in a line," Lana said. "And it looks as though they're trying to dance." Couldn't they just go over there and slice them in two? That would be much more practical.
	They were amazing at it, okay. Look at those stick arms trying to find the beat! In an effort to get the lagging snow monster to get in formation, they switched to the YMCA. Bopping up and down and spelling wasn't hard, right?
	"Meep meep meep," Beaker sighed, shaking his head as he continued to dance. The gremlins swapped from the Time Warp to Cha-Cha Slide. Everybody clap your hands--
	At least this one Tip knew. Clap clap clap clap your hands! Those who frequented certain parts of the internet would probably be quite familiar with the particular flare Tip put into her cha cha.

First We Dance, then We Fight!

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Or we can do both at the same time!

[OOC: Here is for you to dance against snow monsters, kill snow monsters, get concussed by snow monsters, etc., etc. Have fun! Old skool fighty!]

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Hit me up down here if you'd like a monster to fight against, or you can mod your own! (I will be slow today--relatives have arrived.)