( For a moment, Alex thinks she's hearing things. Or still hearing herself shriek as she went off that ramp, because in all her daydreams about learning to snowboard, she'd been in cute snow clothes and a neat hat (not just an oversized yellow helmet), she'd had an instructor to run her through the basics and into the intermediate concepts, and she concludes the day with hot chocolate, as the Good World intended.
Instead, she and a very helpful, very tall teenager have been chased, shot at by needles, shot off jumps, sent flying through the air through their own perhaps not wisest choices (but certainly the most expedient in current situations), and now... )
Gorgug!
( There's a teenager flying overhead. He hits the ground, his board staying on as he rolls into the next open area, where Alex can already see snowballs flying past. Tiny snowballs. Tiny freaking iceballs, she determines as she tries to steer her way after Gorgug, who just flew through the air and wiped out something awful. Please don't have a concussion! Please don't have snapped your neck!
These tiny snowballs are somehow worse than the normal sized ones, because everywhere they hit her skin feels like she's getting jabbed. One manages to hit in her ear, enough to have her flinching away and then ending up falling down, skidding across the snow on her stomach. Collecting snow in her pants as she goes, and the tiny snowballs keep firing. )
( Since her current trajectory, as she tries to stop herself and mostly ends up going into a fast spin on her stomach, taking out the sign pointing out where they're meant to go next.
At least this low, the snowballs aren't hitting anything exposed. They are getting bigger though... even while the catapults remain tiny. And they're getting better at aiming.
Alex eventually stops spinning by slowly falling into the well of snow at the base of one of the trees lining the area. Head first. Thunk. )
Thereissnowdownmypantswhatishappening — Gorgug?!
( She has to get herself out of this tree-ditch and back up onto the course proper! Or else the ostrich is going to have too much time to catch up... and she can hear it hwaarking in the middle distance. )
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Instead, she and a very helpful, very tall teenager have been chased, shot at by needles, shot off jumps, sent flying through the air through their own perhaps not wisest choices (but certainly the most expedient in current situations), and now... )
Gorgug!
( There's a teenager flying overhead. He hits the ground, his board staying on as he rolls into the next open area, where Alex can already see snowballs flying past. Tiny snowballs. Tiny freaking iceballs, she determines as she tries to steer her way after Gorgug, who just flew through the air and wiped out something awful. Please don't have a concussion! Please don't have snapped your neck!
These tiny snowballs are somehow worse than the normal sized ones, because everywhere they hit her skin feels like she's getting jabbed. One manages to hit in her ear, enough to have her flinching away and then ending up falling down, skidding across the snow on her stomach. Collecting snow in her pants as she goes, and the tiny snowballs keep firing. )
Cold cold cold cold cold cold! Gorgug! Ugh, Gorgug, please tell me you're alive!
( Since her current trajectory, as she tries to stop herself and mostly ends up going into a fast spin on her stomach, taking out the sign pointing out where they're meant to go next.
At least this low, the snowballs aren't hitting anything exposed. They are getting bigger though... even while the catapults remain tiny. And they're getting better at aiming.
Alex eventually stops spinning by slowly falling into the well of snow at the base of one of the trees lining the area. Head first. Thunk. )
Thereissnowdownmypantswhatishappening — Gorgug?!
( She has to get herself out of this tree-ditch and back up onto the course proper! Or else the ostrich is going to have too much time to catch up... and she can hear it hwaarking in the middle distance. )