(open) I'd use a lewd metaphor but it feels off.

[convictionary]

Who: Gaius (convictionary), Bolin (sediments), Hamtaro (sunflowerseeds), maybe Koon (deceptions), Caster (mikoon), various other people who want to throw in (organization will be fun: just put in top levels if nothing catches your fancy and we'll get it sorted)
When: Before the start of the Flower Festival.
Where: Caissa Orphanage
What: Gaius is making snowmen because he doesn't feel like having teambuilding exercises with his roommates and various other people are out there as well for various reasons.
Rating: We might end up scraping PG13 because of swearing and/or sketch snowsculptures of things not suitable for orphans, but it'll probably be ultimately harmless.

[Gosh, it's cold! There's probably gonna be some hat fetching at some point, maybe a carrot or three sought for, maybe some sticks...stuff of that ilk. But gosh! It's cold!

There's probably some impressionable orphans with spirits as pure as snow standing nearby as well.]

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[sediments]

Hey!

[ As a herbivore himself, Bolin is infinitely sympathetic to the plight that Hamtaro has now found himself in, frowning in the direction of the crows retreat before he crouches down to pick up the little animal. The hamster fits pretty easily in his gloved hands, and he brushes the snow off with a shake of his head. ]

You okay? [ Carrier? That can talk for some reason? ]

[sunflowerseeds]

[Ah, saved...Shibe's still barking at the retreating Enemy Crow, but Hamtaro just sighs in relief before brushing his paws through the fur on his head, cleaning off whatever snow the human might've missed.]

I'm...I'm okay! He missed me.

[deceptions]

[ Koon might have been the only person who raised an eyebrow at the crow going backwards, because -- huh. Did birds to that?

(Maria's still chilling far away, she refuses to be associated with this mess).

But there's a quick count of the carriers to humans (+ fox-lady), and Koon's eyes narrow at the small hamster in Bolin's hand, to say- ]

You're not a carrier, are you? [ It took them 12 tags to figure it out. ]

[convictionary]

Huh.

Guess it takes all types to make a hero, like Whiskers here. [And now the nickname is canon.

Wait.] Cripes, they're not going to make him do work, are they? [He's small!]

[mikooon]

[Somewhere in the distance, Tamamo looks up. Sounds like her Carrier's in trouble. She should probably go check it out.

Which is exactly what she does, casually strolling into view as if her crow didn't almost kill someone. As small and hamster-y as he may be, that's still unacceptable.]

Oh, dear. Did my Carrier cause a ruckus? [She sidesteps the shibe, picking up her crow from the ground by a single leg. Doesn't that hurt?!] Sorry, did it try to peck at your Carrier?

[She makes direct eye contact with Bolin, then down at Hamtaro. She didn't get the memo, obviously.

She also makes slight eye contact with Gaius, but decides to ignore him for now.]