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Some hunters on the island seemed thrilled with snow, others not so much. For those who enjoyed cold weather it was definitely a relief, though some found relief simply in the suspension of most duties that were hampered by the weather.

Bix found himself waking early as usual for his workout and jog only to find it impossible to get out of the buildings. He, like some other ambitious (or simply goofy) souls, resorted to leaping out of their dorm windows into the deep powder and flailing with summoned weapons until things were packed down enough to walk all over.

A few hunters with fire abilities seemed to be gathering to get charges and use their powers to clear the snow, others with less helpful abilities (such as one particular newbie- Chris) were stuck miserably shoveling in soggy shoes.

By early afternoon there was a slightly powdery, slightly icy path out of the main dorm building and a small collection of hunters had cleared a circular area in the main common for any sort of snow shenanigans!

Bix blinked as a snowball whizzed past his head.

"Oh hooo.." He turned to find Stormy and laughed, "Stormyyyy!!"

The pale young man (with a very pink nose) de-summoned his bow (he'd been drawing pictures in the snow with it) and dug in to make a snowball of his own to huck at the other hunter... and also miss.

Good job guys.

The island being covered with snow was frankly rather foreboding to Lawrence when he heard about it from his over-eager son's text. The warming effect of tropical waters meant it probably should never have happened and hinted at something supernatural on the horizon which was defying conventional weather patterns. Under normal circumstances this would have been enough to unsettle him and he would have stayed where he was, the Russian base was - without a doubt - dangerous but seemed considerably more dormant than whatever was happening at the island at the moment. What did made him come back was not the snow - there was plenty of that right where he was - but the people, individuals he wanted to observe interacting with a stimulus they rarely encountered.

He wondered if Rodney could sculpt snow or if he would try given half a chance. And Melvin, well, Melvin was coping with a major loss and perhaps the snow would look like a gift from the long-passed Rin and the associated activities a chance to feel like a family.

Mikael was a well planned part of that family illusion and while the boy had outstayed his usefulness before the island, his stunted development served Lawrence now. Sending all the relevant individuals texts that he would be returning to the island and would be around headquarters in a bit (along with an additional text to Mikael reminding him to dress warmly) he used his pendant to head back to the island.

He had expected the transition from the underground to the brisk air on the island to be straightforward, convinced that surely his body must have built up some kind of tolerance to the chill being trapped in such a godforsaken refrigerator of a maze for so long, but it was revealed to be nothing more than a vain hope as outdoors once again proved to be as cold as he had always remembered it. It took about a minute for him to find himself shivering and bundling up a little more in his scarf, glad that he had brought his ushanka, gloves and everything else he'd packed for the bitter cold of Russia.

<> Butch said, grim and concerned in one of his unsettling lucid moments, <> And then with a snarl he was off again, somewhere else in his thoughts <>

Lawrence tuned the canine out as having nothing further of import to say, hugging himself and shifting from one cold foot to the other as he moved in the direction of HQ, picking his way through cleared paths from one building to the other, the snow in places piled far higher than he was tall. Half way to his destination, he noted the large cleared area outside the main dorms and decided this would be the simplest meeting place, sending another text to Rodney, Melvin and Mikael about where he would be.

He waited by the edge like a lost cat, steering clear of the snowball fight and trying to keep a low profile, his white attire almost like camouflage in the rolling landscape of snow.

Mikael didn't take long to arrive, in the highest spirits faced with his favourite weather and keen to spend some time with his dad just like they used to do. He hadn't even bothered to take the cleared paths, charging through drifts and kicking up clouds of powdery snow with his boots as he laughed and delighted in being the first to disturb the level whiteness. Compared to how he had been before Christmas he was dressed well (albeit cheaply) and had thick water resistant gloves on and a fluffy yellow parka topped off with a bobble hat of an equally sunny colour.

He picked Lawrence out even amongst the others, recognising the lean short figure even with the many layers he wore and giving him a delighted and over eager hug.

Lawrence was not expecting a hug out of nowhere and flinched, splaying the fingers of his hand as if to summon before relaxing.

"Mikael" he said sternly in Swedish. "What did we say about the hugging?"

Mikael let go. "It is snowing!" he said, as if this excused all out of the ordinary behaviour.

"Snowed." he corrected. "And I did notice you know. Did you see Rodney or Melvin?"

Mikael tilted his head like a pup. "I don't know what they look like." he said with a pout.

"Of course you don't. Go erm. Go make an erm." he waved his hand vaguely. "..whatever it is you make."

"Castles!" Mikael cried eagerly and without further prompting ran to grab some snow and start building some walls. Lawrence watched him with the slightly concerned expression of someone not entirely sure about their own genetics and also someone who was very, very cold.

It was rather amazing-looking to Horace; he'd never seen this much snow in his life! Oklahoma's snow melted on the ground, turning into shitty ice storms and the occasional inch or two. It was enough to make snow chickens or penguins. If he took off his glasses and squinted, he could imagine the entire ground was covered. But here, someone was even making a whole snowman. ******** sorcery, he thought.

Horace had immediately begun making snowballs and had a nice pile of them at his feet. There was something pleasing in shaping them perfectly. Maybe he packed a few too hard, but he shrugged. Despite his enthusiasm, he was cold, of course. Horace had gloves, but didn't really own a coat thicker than his sleeveless hunter coat. He had one his one, lonely shirt that still had sleeves and no hat. He would live, he reasoned; hunters were hardier.

Glancing around, he picked a target. With imprecise aim, he drew his hand back and sent a snowball flying at Mikael. It walloped the boy soundly in one shoulder. Horace sighed. He'd been aiming for his head. Picking up another, he looked around for his next victim.

Leon didnt expect this. He couldnt see it coming. Snow on the island. what was this, Canada? The entire time he spent cooped up in his dorm in disbelief, utter disbelief. He was getting stir crazy from the lack of sunlight and open outdoor space. everything was covered in white, sound dampening snow. The shore was frozen a few feet out. it was unrealistic.

Leon jumped out the window and into the poofy pile of cold. with an inner tube clenched in his hands above his head. "WHY IS THERE SNOW ON A TROPICAL ISLAND?!" the trainee spoke sternly, the confusion could not be held back any longer. If he was going to try and go sledding, he would like to at least know how this could have happened.

The science side of twitter could not explain this.

Oliver, hidden away as he was in the labs, didn't realize it was snowing until hearing second hand how much had come down. A part of him wanted to abandon his work as many hunters were doing and go see the phenomenon, after moving to the warm island from a chilly Canadian town he had often missed the cold weather.

But all work aside, he also had doubts. At first he thought people were playing a prank on him, and then when he finally believed the snow existed he stayed parked in front of his work. If it was some sort of FEAR-created mess and the entire island turned into yetis or something from getting this tropical snow all over themselves, there would have to be some sane people to help sort things out.

So instead of going to for a 'snow day', he decided to take advantage of the peace and quiet inside the labs. It was a good day for work.

No matter where Diana stayed it would be freezing, so instead of staying stuck in her room all day she decided to go for the better option and run around outside instead. Her warm winter clothes had all been left in Canada after the events leading up to her hunter status, so her new coat would just have to do for now.

"So, so cold," she grumbled, stomping out into the snow. At least there was a decent walking path for the moment.

October wasn't even sure how he'd found himself outside and yet here he was.

He'd been trying to get back to his room, tripped, and promptly fell into a snow drift before staggering out, looking somewhat like a drowned cat and shivering madly before running into, not another snowdrift, but another person.

"Ack - "