See our world is slowly dying

[libertin]

Who| Courfeyrac & You!
What| Do you wanna build a barricade? Because Courfeyrac does.
Where| The Little Meadow
When| Week 2, after the snow and the tiger attacks are over.
Warnings/Notes| Free for all! You can make your own threads if you like!

The fresh fallen snow gave Courfeyrac a bright idea. Being dressed properly for the weather and able bodied this time around, it occurred to him that he was in a proper condition to build a structure out of snow. Having found shelter in the woods and in various locations until then, he was satisfied with the consistency of the snow to complete the task. He set out for the smaller of the two meadows, and with only his gloved hands as tools, he began to construct a fortress. Of course, the work would be easier had he companions to join in the task…

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Later in the evening, as the sun begins to set, the snow barricade begins to truly take shape. Large enough to accommodate it's builders, and a few more, it stands proud and serene in the meadow, both beckoning others to investigate and standing as a symbol of Tributes united. Don't fuck with the barricade, or these guys will fuck you up.

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[libertin]

The initial work was difficult, between his freezing hands and his aching back, but Courfeyrac was determined to persevere. He needed shelter and protection, and a large snow structure would be intimidating if he could make adequate progress on it throughout the day. So in spite of the burning cold in his body, he remained constant at his task, carving out what would become, in a few hours, the basis for his fortress. He was cautious though, and a little anxious about being picked off all alone, so he began his work near a patch of berry bushes that he could duck beneath should the need arise. One never knew when an enemy might appear, and with only his knife to protect him, his nerves might well be justified.

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[a_minute_younger]

Indeed, by the evening it becomes obvious that Courfeyrac is not defending this fortress alone. As soon as the ramparts solidify, a veritable army of fighters take their stations atop it, shadowed figures standing silent vigil to watch for intruders. They are prepared to brace the cold in their assortment of parkas and blankets--one even seems to have a tent wrapped around him--and prepared for battle with the piles of snowballs lined at their feet. Sunset carves their features into the very structure of the barricade itself.

That's probably because they are, in fact, part of the barricade. People approaching from a different angle will probably realize pretty quickly that someone's just made a bunch of snowmen and piled them atop the walls. The person who made them is likely also the one that just pelted you with a snowball. People who are helping to build the fortress are not safe from this.

If nothing else, Gary has discovered that the snowmen make for great shields to hide behind while he listens to the cries of dismay and prepares another snowball.