I'm alive, and I am feeling much better. So much better that I was able to whip this out! I hope that you all are enjoying your winter breaks and your new year. Here's number 13.

CT was NOT having a good day. Endless training, having nothing to eat, no decent coffee, and a good ass-kicking by both Carolina and Wyoming had done nothing to give her a sense of fulfillment about her day. Not only that, but 479-er had managed to pass the flu onto CT the day before, and her joints ached from the virus attacking her system. Yeah, not a good day at all. In Wash's words, it was the worst day ever. Of all time.

Now, as CT hopped out of the shower, got dressed, and went to dry her hair, she couldn't think how it could get any worse. She didn't even care that her thinking was practically inviting bad luck to waltz right through her open door.

CT flicked the switch for the hair dryer, and she coughed weakly as a cloud of powder came flying out of the air vent. It landed ALL over her, but especially clung to her wet hair and became quite pasty. She gave a groan of frustration and tried to get the white powder off of her with very little success. Her skin was blotchy and unattractive, and her hair looked like one of Maine's first knitting projects…not pretty at all.

"Oh, it is on," CT muttered as she made for the shower again to wash out the baby powder from the hair dryer.

Wyoming gave a yawn and stretched from his uncomfortable bed in his room, then shivered at the temperature. He specifically asked FILSS to keep his room at a comfortable 32 degrees centigrade. Why did it feel closer to 0 centigrade? Shivering and forced to leave his bed by the perplexing mystery, Wyoming got up to leave his room. His foot went sliding out from under him as soon as he set it down on the slick floor, and Wyoming went sailing across the room, crashing into his wall and knocking down the framed picture of he and South on their last day off nearly three months previous.

Wyoming felt the floor and shivered as goosebumps erupted up his arm. The entire floor of his living quarters was covered in a thin layer of ice. How had someone managed to ice his entire room and not have him notice?! Determined not to remain in the cold, Wyoming slipped and slid over to his door and wrenched it open determinedly.

White foam immediately obscured Wyoming's vision in a hiss as several fire extinguishers emptied their contents over the unfortunate Brit. Wyoming nearly cried as the foamy substance got tangled in his neatly combed hair and moustache, making it nearly unmanageable. He could vaguely hear a gurgled chuckling through the foam surrounding his ears.

"Nice look there, snowman," someone wheezed, and he could barely make out the form of CT walking down the hallway, doubling over to cough, hack, and wheeze before continuing on her way. Washington was unfortunate enough to walk up at that point.

"Wyoming, there's a fire in the kitchen that needs to be put out, and the staff asked me to send you up," the grey and yellow-armored Freelancer cackled at the sight of his unfortunate teammate. Wyoming's gaze smoldered through the foam.

"Wash, to your Corner!" With a groan and a sigh, Wash complied and went off to complete his punishment.

Thanks to anomynous gamer and Freelancer Mississippi, as well as the guest and his brethren for their request to see Wash suffer some more. Poor Wash.

You know the drill: read, review, and request! Can't wait to hear what you guys want next!

Sincerely,

anna1795