bakerstreet | winter meme? winter meme.

winter meme? winter meme.

❄ 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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[An ice planet. Perfect. No one mentioned it was an ice planet when they asked Carol to take on this mission.]

"It'll be easy," they said. "Just deliver a message and you're done." Thanks a lot, guys.

[They'd also neglected to mention that transport off this snowglobe of a planet was limited when the storms kicked in. Which had happened not long after she'd finished her delivery, of course.

The only good luck was finding this abandoned building on the road back to the spaceport. It was probably someone's home at one time, but it's obviously been empty for a while. What little furnishings there are have been pretty picked over, but it's shelter and that's all that really matters at this point.]

They could have at least given me a tauntaun.

[ There are a lot of funny, little quirks in Peter's life. Like how he can watch his mom slip away in the dead of night one moment, then get abducted by alien pirates the next; or how he could end up stealing from the boss one second, then get caught up in stopping some crazy dude hellbent on destroying the galaxy directly after.

So when Peter was heralded as the Savior of Xandar, a Guardian of the Galaxy, he should've expected that his newfound fame would set him on a course to some stupid mission on a stupid ice planet, separated from his stupid team, and oh, sure, let's drop off the squishy, cold-sensitive Terran to rendezvous with the mysterious buyer, this is a great idea!

And the guy didn't even show. What a frickin' waste of time.

And so it was that Peter was forced to trudge through the snow (freezing his ass off, as his mind so helpfully continued to remind him). Despite having picked out one of his warmer coats and wearing his mask, the chill still bit into him, and he swore that he'd reward himself with a trip to a beach after this. At least, he would whenever he got back on the Milano, since he couldn't send the signal for pick-up because of stupid Mother Nature and this stupid storm and stupid, stupid, stupid.

When he finally happens on the abandoned building, he mutters a quick, "Oh, thank God before barging in. He slams the door shut behind him and leans against it, shivering and completely exhausted, muttering more things about stupid snow and stupid friends and--

The yelp he makes when he sees someone else there, muffled behind his mask as it was, is one for the ages. ]

... Oh, uh. Hi. Didn't realize this place was ocupado.

[Carol freezes in front of the fireplace, caught in the act of breaking up an already mostly broken chair. The sudden appearance of a masked stranger is a little startling. She can't tell if the being is human, alien, or other...until she hears him speaking Spanish of all things.]

Hi...?

[She looks down at the chair leg in her hand, realizing she's raised it defensively out of instinct. She lowers it slowly and looks back at the newcomer. Hopefully this isn't the absent homeowner, about to yell at her for busting up his furniture.]

I just came in to get out of the storm.

[ For his part, Peter didn't miss the whole chair-leg-as-a-weapon-thing, and he has his hands raised in the universal sign for whoa there, cowboy. Even when she lowers it, he's still careful not to make any sudden movements -- his hands are too numb and his body too stiff for a brawl right now. ]

Er, yeah, me too.

[ He pauses for a beat, then-- ]

Should I be concerned about getting clobbered?

[She laughs and drops the chair leg into the fireplace, on top of a small pile of anything flammable she could find.]

Only if you're considering doing something that might get you clobbered.

[She's pretty sure he's human, or at least humanoid.]

I don't mean to be rude, but have you got a face under there?

Oh, right. Yeah, I do. And it's a pretty good one.

[ He moves a hand behind his ear -- slowly, of course, because he doesn't want to startle her enough to go back into attack mode. The mask disappears from his face, leaving a sort of glittering blue light in its wake as it withdraws. He glances around the room now that his sight isn't tinted red, and he notes how bare it is. ]

Peter Quill, by the way. Um. Nice place you've got here?

[Well, someone thinks a lot of himself. Carol gives him an amused smile as his face appears.]

Carol Danvers, and thanks. I'm just doing a little redecorating. Hope the owners don't mind.

[She tosses the rest of the chair into the fireplace. Her flight suit and half-Kree biology will keep her warm for a little while, but not long enough. Not with the way the storm is still raging outside.]

So Peter, were you speaking Spanish a minute ago? Or am I starting to hallucinate because my brain is frozen?

[ Peter returns the smile easily enough. ] Yeah, pretty sure it was Spanish, or else you 'n' I have both got some serious problems.

[ For a second he's content to stare enviously at the fire as Carol stokes it, and he's about to ask, "Room for one more?"

But then, it suddenly clicks, and his eyes widen a little in surprise. ]

-- Wait a sec, sorry. You know what Spanish is?

[Carol just grins.]

Si, señor. I think we're both a long way from home.

[She settles herself on the floor in front of the fire and waves him over.]

You can come warm up. I promise, I won't bite.

[ Peter mutters a quick, "Oh, thank God" before he hurries over, though he's still wary enough to keep some distance between them. He strips off his coat and drops it to the floor before holding his hands up to the fire.

For a while he watches her from the corner of his eye, just trying to focus in warming up. Then, he manages to work up courage to ask, ]

You're Terran?

[The phrasing surprises her a little bit. She's heard the term 'Terran' used before, from Kree, Skrulls, and other alien races. It's not something she'd expect to hear from another Earthling though. Maybe he's spent a lot more time in space than she has?

Or maybe he's not from Earth at all, but he's spent enough time there to pick up the languages? Mar-Vell certainly seemed human enough when she first met him.

Well, only one way to find out.]

Yep. Born and raised in Boston, but I live in New York City now. You?

[ Somehow, Peter sucks in a breath, feeling both surprised and relieved; unconsciously, his fingers brush against the Walkman hooked to his belt. ]

I was from a tiny little town in Missouri. That was a long time ago, though.

[ He feels like he shouldn't be so excited to meet another human, but damn, this is weird and unexpected. He can't help looking sort of pleased. ]

What brings another human out here to the middle of nowhere?

[His question is answered by a very long, aggravated sigh.]

I'm just the messenger. Two alien races wanted a neutral intermediary to deliver a message, so they asked the Avengers to help out. I either won or lost the draw. I haven't decided yet.

[It had actually been kind of fun, until the planet of endless snow. She's always loved being out in space.]

You said Missouri was a long time ago. How did you end up out here?

[ His smile falters a little, and he turns back to the fire, feeling the chill of the ice planet again. ]

I just-- I left when I was a kid. Hitched a ride.

[ Peter pauses, then waves a hand dismissively. ] It's a boring story. You probably don't wanna hear it, especially when it sounds like you're like, what, an ambassador? Diplomat? And more importantly, who or what are the Avengers?

[And he's surprised her again.]

That doesn't sound boring at all.

[She shrugs though. She can tell when someone doesn't want to talk about something.]

I'm the furthest thing from a diplomat. I'm more the person you call when you want something punched. But for various reasons, I was probably more qualified for this mission than one of the others.

As for who are the Avengers, I guess you have been gone a while... We're a team of superheroes that helps defend the Earth.

[They're kind of the opposite of low-profile, so if he hasn't heard of them, he hasn't been home in years, at least.]

[ Peter takes a second to look baffled by that. Did Earth have super heroes? They didn't when he was a kid -- at least, not real ones, as Carol seemed to be saying. He remembers the stories his grandpa told him about a war hero, and he remembers looking through the old comics and trading cards his grandpa had collected.

And he doesn't want to seem like a complete idiot, so he tries,] I didn't realize we had more than one Captain America-type back on Earth.

[Carol smiles.]

Not only do we have more than one Captain America-type, we've got Captain America himself. He was frozen in ice during WWII, but he's thawed out now. Turns out that super soldier serum was pretty effective.

You should come back for a visit sometime.

[ His smile is half-hearted at best, and he shrugs a shoulder while he rubs life back into his fingers. ] I’ve been thinking about it. Worried about the culture shock, you know? Been a while.

[ He turns to look at her fully, and he tries to hide the sense of disbelief mixed with curiosity ] But you were joking about the Captain, right? No way that could happen.

Cross my heart. I'm not lying.

[She does the gesture and everything.]

Everyone was pretty shocked when they thawed him out and he was still alive.

Seriously? The Captain America survived in an ice cube? [ He can't help laughing a little. ]

What's he like? Is he always like-- [ and here he puffs out his chest, sitting up straighter ] -- Truth, Justice, and the American way!

Peter Quill | Guardians of the Galaxy

stage iv, #5

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iv/v-ish, scenario 2

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sorry for the delay, work was being a thing

no worries!