bakerstreet | it's probably snowing somewhere

it's probably snowing somewhere

❄ it's quiet
and the snow's beautiful tonight → a winter open meme

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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Edited 2014-06-23 04:30 (UTC)

( a snow fort. raven can't remember the last time she built one, or if she had ever built one. probably not, it wasn't really a priority when she was a kid, surviving was.

and now here she was with charles, sitting in a snow fort at night watching the snowfall. it was night and the only light they had other than the moon was a tiny lantern. between them sat a thermos of tea. raven cradled the mug in her hands letting it keep them warm.

she glances up at the roof of the fort before looking at charles, a smirk tugging at her lips. )

You don't think this is going to cave in, do you?

Edited 2014-06-23 08:08 (UTC)

( charles can't even remember the last time the two of them were cramped together in a small space like this. it was certainly when they were children, hiding from "their" parents. beyond the dark childhood? he is rather impressed he could get himself into the snow fort. after all he is paralyzed.

the even curiouser question is what ever possessed raven to build one.

his eyes stay on the light of the fort. his eyebrows do raise in acknowledgement to her question. )

I certainly hope not. Neither of our mutations are built to prevent the collapse of a snow fort. Which is a shame, really. It could have come in handy.

( it's weird being back with charles - weirder being in a snow fort but raven loves it. it's like they're in their own little world watching the snow fall. she'd be okay if that was all there was, but there was so much more out there. but right now she wasn't going to think about that. )

It would be a pretty groovy mutation though.

( she grins slightly. )

Snow Fort Man sounds like a good name.

( he is certain that someone somewhere would complain about grown adults being stuck in a snow fort. yet, his time with raven is precious so he will gladly take any side looks from his students in stride. )

Oh, please, Raven. It sounds even more ridiculous when you say it. ( stop tormenting him about his college days pls. )

I would have thought you'r prefer Frosty.

Erik wasn't intimidated by a little snow. Or, evidently, a lot of it. It was easier for him to travel in the heavy snow. There was less chance of there being people around, less chance of him being recognized. The street was empty. Or it had been. He hadn't expected to run into a familiar face.

"What are you doing here?"

Somehow it wasn't surprising for him to catch Erik's thoughts. The man always did like extremes, so why would traveling in such heavy weather be any different? Charles didn't mind the snow himself. Growing up in New York always exposed him to heavy winters. Things were just a tad more difficult when the wheels of a wheelchair could slip out and you had the chance to go flying forward.

"Waiting for my ride." Charles said easily, turning his attention up to Erik. He didn't expect to see him so soon after what happened in D.C. He took a moment to gauge how his friend was fairing before glancing over his shoulder to the restaurant behind him.

"Hank seems to be late with the car." Maybe it wasn't a good idea to ask Hank to drive them out. But, he had found a potential student. That was worth the risk of the weather in his opinion. "What about you, Erik? What has brought you all the way here?"

Erik folded his arms across his chest, looking over the chair.

"I could get you back to the mansion."

Possibly avoiding the question. He'd heard about the mutant. Her power had manifested in public. And a little impressively. Recruiting was in his interests too.

"Titanium. Well constructed." He tilted his head slightly and the chair lifted a little off the ground.

Charles couldn't help the mental image of Erik making his wheelchair hover in the sky back to the mansion. Of course, they would be a bit more discreet than that. Well until--

"Erik!" His hands grabbed onto arms of the wheelchair. Bloody hell.

Once he was sure that he could keep his balance, Charles looked back at Erik. He had noticed his friend ignored the question. "Or you could wait with me for Hank and we could all return to the mansion."

"Are you inviting me over, Charles?" He let the chair drop gently back to the ground. "I'm flattered." He watched his old friend carefully for a moment. "I don't suppose anyone else will be joining us?"

"The school was meant to be a safe haven for all mutants."

It was still his mansion, of course, but it had become a school for a few years. He and Hank were working on rebuilding it. They decided it would have to start in spring given the weather. It meant that there were plenty of unfilled rooms and empty halls until then.

And he had hoped, at one point, Erik would see his side of things. It was more productive to help mutants to learn to control their powers so they wouldn't instill fear in others. Not to mention that Erik could help the younger mutants as they once had helped each other.

"Just Hank. No one else stayed."

"Did the young lady you spoke to tonight turn you down?" he asked. He gave Charles a look. "You didn't think I'd believe you were out here for a leisurely roll through the snow."

Charles shook his head with a smile. "I had no idea you had also developed the mutation to read minds."

Though he was surprised that Erik knew. He could read the man's mind but he was staying out of it unless properly invited back in. He was shoved out of Erik's mind by a metal helmet. That tended to make a statement.

"She needs time to think about my offer. Although, I imagine you have given her your offer as well. Or that you will in due time. I won't fight over her with you, Erik. In the end? It is her decision. Let her make it on her own."

Erik hadn't invited him in the first time, but hadn't found him too unwelcome of a presence. He hadn't seen the helmet as formally kicking him out, but rather as...an equalizer. Something that put half the choice in his own hands, rather than entirely in Charles'.

"I haven't spoken to her yet," Erik freely admitted. "Though I find it hard to believe she didn't take your safe haven immediately, given her situation. Did you have to step over a lawn full of reporters?"

It wasn't inaccurate. It did give him control over Charles being in his mind, but the thing that Charles had failed to mention? He could stay out of Erik's mind. Thoughts would always be heard, but being a constant presence in anothers mind? He could back away. He just thought he'd never have to. Charles had been young and stupid.

"I see." There was only a simple nod of understanding. "No. All I did was show her that there are others like her. Others that are willing to help. She knows where to find me for now if she wants a place to hide."

Charles paused in thought. "It could be that she doesn't want to hide. Sometimes, we mutants like being known." That was a sideways comment at how Erik showed his powers freely.

"We should be allowed to be who we are," Erik told him simply. "Hiding implies there's something to be ashamed of. And in the end, it doesn't save you."

They'd hidden, his family. But the Nazis were relentless. They were found. And then what? Hiding was a last resort, not a plan. He wouldn't cower, waiting, holding his breath ever again.

He tugged his collar tighter.

"Where's Hank with your car? Let's go."

"You can take pride in who and what you are and still respect that others are not ready." The comment was made softly. He didn't want to make it an argument. In the end it was the decision of the young woman.

Charles sighed and leaned back in his wheelchair. It was a continuing unending battle and he knew it. He simply wished Erik could look past the world as he had grown up in it. There would be those that would want to harm them, but, you couldn't judge all of humanity by those few.

"Probably stuck a few blocks back." He looked up at his friend with a bit of a smile, as if something was rather humorous. "I do believe the car isn't warming up as properly as it should."

Not ready. Because they got to choose when it would be okay for mutants to exist.

"They'll never accept it if we don't make them. They like their world the way it is."

He crossed his arms and looked down the street. "Neither of you were ever much for basic car maintenance. When's the last time you changed the oil?"

They hardly chose when it was alright for them to exist. They chose when they were mature enough to accept reality. Just like any child.

"Maybe."

Charles placed his hand over the controls for the wheelchair. He backed it up slightly and turned it to start going down the street. "I can't say." Namely because he left all the maintenance to Hank while he was... busy.

Erik frowned, starting after him.

"Where are you going now?"

"I thought it would be obvious. We need to find Hank."

At least he could still be rather sassy when he wanted to be.

"Why don't you just use your power?" Erik asked, as though that were obvious.

"I could," Charles in truth had already found Hank. "But that won't help us fix the car. That is outside the expertise of my mutation."

Charles Xavier/Professor X | XMFC/DOFP | OTA

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I can't figure out which one "vi" is cries a lot

whoops! that would be a typo because i am a butt. i meant iv.

you are a perfect butt shush <3

iv; 1, post dofp?

post dofp is fine with me!

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v + 6

haaank <3

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