[The wind is clearly audible on this transmission. Zack has some duct tape between his teeth (as well as in his hands) and he is sealing up his windows - just in case. The last thing he wants is to wake up, covered in snow.]

I suggest you do the same. [He smiles at the communicator and waves the roll of duct tape.] If you need help, I'll get to you somehow. The cold shouldn't affect me much.

[Stretching his arms over his head, he watches the blizzard gain momentum outside.]

This will be an interesting day. I hope everyone is warm enough. [He pauses and takes a seat.] If all else fails, go for body warmth. It might be a little awkward, but at least you'll both survive.

[If you're wandering around in the snow today, you're not alone. In fact, you might notice you're not alone just as a snowball whizzes by your head and hits the closest thing to you.

Why, yes, Meyer's gone for a walk in the snow, and he's decided to let his playful side -- which is usually completely stifled -- out. With a snowball fight. That you probably didn't ask for.]

Heads up!

[And he flings another snowball in the general direction of whoever he thinks he can hit. His aim is remarkably good, but he has a disadvantage: he's not wearing gloves, and his hands are slowly getting numb. Think you can take him on?]

Zombies. Ghosts? Whatever. Blizzards.

At least one of them makes sense.



[ private : Yusuf and Eames ]

If you need anything, speak now or forever hold your peace.

[ His primary concern is dog food though. Why else would he go out in this? ]






[ooc: rl has continued to butcher ._. thank you for patience, back tags, and just being so nice ;_; i really, really appreciate it. poly <3 T_T;;; /pawwwws ]

[There is a little boy sitting by the fountain holding a glass bottle. He isn't showing any emotion, nothing to be found on his face. Instead he just sits there, not reacting to the chill in the air, to the splash of water on his person when someone throws something inside. It's likely he's very cold but if he is then he isn't showing that currently.

He does tilt his head to the side though, almost like he can hear something in the distance. This is the position he stays in for a time before brings his head back straight again.]

They are not here. I am alone.

[If this fact bothers him, it's really not so clear. He does pause though.]

No. Not alone. There are others.

[He pauses again and looks over at the screen, staring at it for awhile before reaching down to turn off the recording of himself. Whether or not this recording was intentional is not clear and he doesn't clarify.

This isn't the kind of weather a little boy wearing shorts should be in. There's no complaint but he shouldn't be out there.]