[Puck's been holding off his usual spectacles since arriving, wanting to first get a feel for what usually goes on in the dome without his "help". So far it's been nothing but so. Boring. Maybe he could use tomorrow's evacuation plans to stir up some fun?
He's currently sitting cross-legged on a random bench (or rather on top of the bench), very underdressed for the weather and idly using his magic to shape some snow into a nice big snowman a few feet away. Hey, he's brainstorming.]