‧:❉:‧ winter meme

[tachikoma]

❄ it's quiet and the snow's beautiful tonight → a winter open meme ‧ post with whatever character you want ‧ responders roll for weather + scenario and get to threading ‧ ??? ‧ profit snowfall; stage i; none, streets are already blanketed in white. stage ii; very light and intermittent. stage iii; light - moderate. lasts longer periods. stage iv; continuous, heavy snowfall. stage v; the hardest of cores - blizzards, snowstorms, you name it. scenarios; ① fuck the police, this is the best time for a walk. hope you've got a nice thick coat on. ② stranded in the buttcrack of nowheresville? weren't you watching the time? now you've gone and missed that last bus out of there. or maybe you're lost, somehow. what do? ③ literally chilling, in this weather, is quite easy to do. sitting around relaxing in it is a wee more difficult, but sometimes much more enjoyable, especially if shelter can be found. the snow is beautiful to watch, after all. ④ the weather's not going to stop you. your snow fort's packed full of ammo and ready to go. those aren't snow angels over there; they mark where the poor souls you've downed have fallen. be careful with that snowman's head!! ⑤ you're about fifty miles from civilization but there's a roof over your head, so never mind the chilly draught, right? right. you mightn't be the only one lucky enough to stumble upon this little shelter, though. remember to share the blanket. ⑥ everyone stuck outside should be jelly. you've got a fireplace and hot cocoa and damn if it isn't awesome. a heater's not quite so romantic, but it'd do. there'd better be a backup generator in case the power trips. ⑦ mix and match, or make up your own ‧:❉:‧ - from krystaliske @ memebells

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Davesprite | Homestuck | OTA

[crowsicle]

iii & ii

[rehashes]

[ welp, they sure are stuck out here. he went looking for a taxi to call or a bus or something but there is just literally nobody out here tonight. so he just walks stiffly back to where he left Davesprite and sighs a long, I-Can-See-My-Breath sigh, hands crammed in his pockets. ]

Welp. Unless you feel like hoofing it, we're boned until someone returns my goddamn call.

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite mirrors that sigh, arms crossed over his chest and hands tucked away. If his neck ruff were fluffed any bigger, he'd be spherical.]

Awesome. What'd be faster, walking or getting started on a new career as the archenemy of Smokey the Bear?

5 & 3

[greenshift]

[ The good thing is that they're inside when the blizzard hits, what had previously been a light snowfall steadily growing heavier and heavier until any attempt to look out the window is greeted with nothing but white. Jade sits and watches it from the couch, backwards - her elbows on its back and feet hanging off the edge of the seat. She has a hand on the cold glass and her breath fogs it up as she squints to try to see signs of life or - well, anything. ]

I don't think it's stopping anytime soon.

[crowsicle]

Grreeeaaaat.

[Davesprite's at the other end of the couch, and since the Burlington Coat Factory still hasn't come out with a line for winged spritekids, he's buried himself in a mound of clothes and blankets. Only the tip of his tail is poking out from the corner of a fleece, while he's gathered his wings in as close as he can. Even half his face is hidden.]

Let me know when it piles up over the house so I can get to work on suffocating in this goddamn igloo of hell.

[greenshift]

Shush, it's pretty! Besides, it'd take a lot of snow to get that high.

[ She watches for another few minutes before flopping onto the seat of the couch, head landing somewhere on or near the blanketpile, legs curled up, and hair fanning out. ]

And it's warm inside.

[crowsicle]

[He blows a strand of her hair away from his nose and tries to dig himself further into his pile.]

Speak for yourself, Eskimo Princess. It ain't warm in Texas until you can make eggs over-easy on the sidewalk.

[He casually stretches his wing out by her, though. You know. In case she needs an eiderdown blanket or something.]

[greenshift]

[ Without looking at him, she raises a hand and moves it to swat in his general vicinity. ]

In case you forgot, I kind of grew up on a volcanic island, so it's not like I'm used to snow either.

[ Eiderdown blankets are always welcome in weather like this, so she'll move to curl a bit closer to his wing ]

[crowsicle]

[She totally misses. There is basically nothing of him out there to hit. He snickers, but his smile's hidden in the blankets.

Also, you totally just let him get away with That One Trick. You know, the one where the guy yawns and raises his arms above his head and oh-so-nonchalantly rests it around the girl's shoulder. You totally just let him do that right there with his wing. He drapes it over her as well as he can.]

Jade of the Jungle, then. You cold?

[greenshift]

[ She doesn't really expect to land a hit, so she drops her hand after letting it flail through air for a minute, letting it fall onto her stomach.

Also, shut up, it's cold. ]

Yeah, buuut [ Tilts her head to show him kind of an upside-down grin ] not as cold as you.

[crowsicle]

That's because it just doesn't get cooler than Dave Fucking Strider. All that out there, that's Mother Nature overclocking it to try to match this ice cold I done already brought.

[He shifts some and some clothes go tumbling off blanket mountain. The angle's changed just enough that he can tuck her comfortably under his wing. He's always surprisingly warm, like a baby animal.]

2/2

[brofin]

[Ssssstanding before you is a dolphin on a spider-legged walker thing, looking up at the sky as his transport leaves without him. There are several angry sounding trills and squawks: curses in primal Delphin. Now he's stuck out here on the edge of civilized space and he's freezing his tail off. Oh what he wouldn't give for hair on his body like a regular mammal right now.]

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite stares, hands jammed into his armpits, for once not fussing about the bit of snow falling and melting into his hair. He doesn't have his pendant, so he's kind of stuck. Can't go through Gates without it. Nothing for it but to just wait it out until someone remembers he exists (ha ha) and, uh, watch the wildlife, apparently.

Okay so this is probably not the weirdest thing he's ever seen.]

You too, pal?

[brofin]

Yeeeep. C-c'mon kid, let'sss go find a bar. Maybe some ladiesss got stranded too, Ifni willing. Drink sssomething cheap, tell some lies, maybe have a drunken sing along. You game?

[Yes the dolphin just proposed getting drunk and picking up chicks to a crow hybrid clone of a 13 year old. The universe throws these curveballs at you sometimes. Are you crow enough to roll with this one, Davesprite?]

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite tilts his head slightly and considers.]

Okay, dude, two questions. One--you paying? And two--can you drop it like it's hot or do your sick fires only fizzle in this drizzle of snowdizzle?

[brofin]

[Neo-fins have an entire language of musical rhyme: Trinary, a mix of Primal and Anglic with a Haiku influence.]

*Never discount/fin generosity/to that principle/we are commitatus like posse*

[crowsicle]

Hahahaha, all right. Weird, but all right. I can get behind this so let's get tight.

[Davesprite hoists himself into the air with an awkward flap of mismatched wings, then drifts back down and points.]

Over that way's some lights in sight.

[brofin]

[Sah'ot's suitably impressed. So they're not just decorative...The place they find themselves is raucous and crowded with other refugees, and after the requisite introductions, Sah'ot is trying to flag down the overworked bartender]

*Great is the thirst/of I and my companion/we don't need to be first/but as long as we're stranded/there's no need to hang us/out to dry like mackarel/kindly serve us our drinks/with a minimum rigamorale*

[He also flashes a holo-wad of credits. He's too impatient to use his usual charm.]

i + 7…

[fireflyheir]

[so the snow stopped falling a while ago, and John's been watching the yard for a while, fingers laced around his cup of hot chocolate. He glances over at Davesprite and grins.] Hey. Want to go out and make snowmen or something?

[crowsicle]

[Davesprite isn't even visible under the fifty blankets he threw on the couch for his sleepover. Even his tail is curled up underneath. His voice is so muffled it's not even understandable as language.]

Mmmmnnmnghrngh.

[fireflyheir]

[the advantage of which for John is that this grin goes totally unseen. Though he is gonna head on over to the couch and nudge the blankets a little to try and not actually sit on Davesprite.]

So was that a yes, a no, or a no I'm not coming out until we can see grass again?

[crowsicle]

[One orange hand wriggles out from the blankets near one end of the couch. It first holds up three fingers--choice number three, brozinsky--and then two of those fingers fold in and he's totally flipping John off. The hand disappears back under the blankets and Davesprite curls himself in tighter, conserving warmth and allowing John a place to sit.]

[fireflyheir]

You have no idea how much you are missing out, but suit yourself! [sitting down now, and nursing this cup of hot chocolate.] Seriously, are you not gonna move at all?

[crowsicle]

Moving is for chumpsicles. I turned into a bird for you, the least you could do is support my goddamn hibernation instincts and blow yourself off somewhere else.

[Hibernation is not even close to being a thing that crows do, by the way. He pauses, then adds:]

Or give me some of your cocoa.

[fireflyheir]

I'm pretty sure birds don't actually do that! [yeah not moving and he looks at… well mostly the blankets and considers.]

You're gonna have to come up if you want some.