Body Heat

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THE BODY HEAT MEME

Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.

Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.

A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!

So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!

Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[teenyoda]

[nukeoleptic]

There has to be something in here that we can burn. Right? Yes? Oh my god.

[ Jade is sort of walking in place, arms crossed and shoulders hunched. She's just about had it with freak snowstorms in the city - warning would be nice, is all she's saying. The shelter they ducked into seems to have once been some sort of storefront, now completely emptied out, save for some chairs with flattened cushions and a tablecloth folded on the counter.

She frowns at the door. ]

If we burned the building down, how long do you think we'd be comfortable before succumbing to agonizing pain?

[teenyoda]

Yeah? Where we gonna burn it?

[His hands were tucked into his armpits, fingers prickling with cold as he tried to pretend he was on a beach in Malibu.]

Pretty sure the pain would last for long enough that burning down our only bit of shelter wouldn't be worth it. We need to look for something... like a blanket. Or a table cloth. Or something we can wrap around us to trap our body heat.

[nukeoleptic]

There's a tablecloth.

[ Okay, so she'd spotted it the moment they'd retreated in there, but the words are spoken with a little wince. She didn't want to have to use the tablecloth - it was dusty, wrinkled, and she really, really didn't want to find out if it was moldy or not. Except they might not have a choice: it might actually be life or death. ]

Hnng. Find a place to sit, okay? I'll try to - tuck it around us, I guess.

[teenyoda]

[Find a place to sit, she says. He sighs and looks for a good corner. Corners were good, right? Things on both sides to maybe help pin the table cloth and keep their warmth in a bit.]

Try, huh? We'll just have to find a good position to sit in.

[nukeoleptic]

[ She drags the cloth from the counter. It's a little difficult, given how stiff her fingers are getting, but she's frustrated with the situation more than outright afraid. Snow. Snow was stupid and hard to adjust to when you had grown up on a tropical island. ]

Really hope you're not allergic to dogs.

[ She wiggles one fluffy white ear, waiting for him to sit in the corner. ]

[teenyoda]

Kind of make being best friends with a werewolf a problem, huh?

[He goes over to the corner, hunching down and waiting for her, skin prickled with goosebumps.]

[nukeoleptic]

Maybe you just avoid him when the moon is all full.

[ Jade unfolds the table cloth, draping an edge of it on top of his lap, before sort of tucking it around his leg. She ducks to the other side of it then, trying to fold it back against herself as she butts up against his side. ]

I'm never eating another popsicle.

[teenyoda]

Good thing I'm not allergic.

[His arm is lifted, waiting for her to settle in against his side -- which he assumes she's going to do because warmth. Warmth is good.]

You say that now. Wait until it's over a hundred degrees out.

[nukeoleptic]

I would kill for it to be a hundred degrees out right now. You don't have a Tauntaun in your back pocket, do you? Some other sort of large mammal that we can cut open for warmth? -- god, that's actually really gross.

[ She does settle against his side, but just being held under his arm like that seems like an unfairly one-way street as far as heat is concerned. She twists to face him a little more, wrapping her arm around his midsection. ]

How're your fingers and toes?

[teenyoda]

[Being held back is good. He won't complain.]

Sorry, no Tauntauns or any other large mammals we can live inside. Just me. I don't think you'll fit in me, either.

[They're curled up close together, but it's still chilly, their body heat not having had enough time to build up yet.]

Still attached. Yours?

[nukeoleptic]

Icicles. My nose is going to fall off. I am going to be the amazing noseless girl.

[ She wrinkles her stiff nose a little bit, before finally giving up and resting her cheek against his shoulder. ]

If you can't thaw me when this is over, you'll write a really nice eulogy for me, right? Even pretend to cry a little bit? [ None of these theatrics are even slightly authentic. She's just cold and a little whiny and unwilling to sit here in silence - it's too easy to focus on it that way. ]

[teenyoda]

Your nose is not going to fall off. Other things of mine are. Things I need to use.

[He tips his head to rest it on top of hers, blowing at the tip of one furry ear.]

I'll shed a single manly tear and regale everyone with all your antics.

oh hello.

[steeledskin]

About an hour ago, the Drabwurld had fixed in place. And then a change had happened. All in one rush of space and meteorology, a fine late-summer day had morphed into a mid-winter evening somewhere far from anywhere they'd known before: a rolling-hill vista covered in heavy snow and with sparsely spread trees. But there was a little log hut squatting upon one of the nearer hills and the pair had just made its door. And Sansa (shockingly invested in her decorum) actually managed to wait for Stiles to open the door first before she rushed inside with trembling fingertips and bright red cheeks. Her wrap-dress might have sported long sleeves and multiple layers, but it had been built for summer heat. Not for a Northern winter.

And yet despite their circumstances, she appeared energized. As if she drew strength of character from the weather outside. Indeed, although there was a fur-lined blanket by a dead fire, Sansa hurried instead to the window. Her chilled hands drew back a flimsy curtain so she might keep watch over the whirling darkening landscape. Snow snow snow, ever-falling. It was enchanting.

She said little. She said nothing. She feared the way her teeth would chatter.

GASP

[teenyoda]

He waited for her to get in before hurrying in himself, slamming the door shut and leaning against it. Not that it made him any warmer, but there was symbolism to him shutting the cold out. Or trying to. Looking around the cabin as he tucked his hands into his armpits, stomping the rest of the snow off his shoes as he tried to see if there was any wood conveniently piled up for them to burn.

Nope, of course not. That would be way too easy. Grumbling to himself, he went and picked up the blanket, the fur tickling at his fingers as he went over to where she was at the window and moved to drape it over her shoulders. "Here. You need to keep warm." Looking out the window, his face turned grim. "Sure would have been nice if they'd mentioned that this might happen."

could not resiiiist.

[steeledskin]

"It isn't so terrible--" she insisted, despite the tell-tale shudder in her voice. Sansa felt the fur blanket settle around her body and she was grateful when she tightened it around her shoulders. She liked the snow. She welcomed a stiff breeze. But she knew how there was a thin band of forgiveness between pleasantly chill and deadly. Sansa scrunched her fingers into the blanket.

She would start out selfish. Unwilling to share. And if she watched the window and did not watch him, perhaps she could pretend he was not as cold as she was. "I've heard tales about higher winds and deeper drifts than these."

Never resist =)

[teenyoda]

When she had the blanket firmly in hand, he moved to start poking his nose into other parts of the small cabin, seeing if there was anything else he could use to keep himself from losing a favorite body part to frostbite. Any part of his body was a favorite body part. He liked all his parts. "I'm more referring to the fact that it was just summer. If I'd known they had weather shifts like this, maybe I would have had a jacket or something on the off chance that I was going to get a snow dump."

He was more grumbling to himself than her, irritated at this place in general. And this cabin in particular. Was one blanket all the owner had? Well thanks for that, cheap owner.

[steeledskin]

"Summer snows are not uncommon," she speaks gently. Heat happened. Slowly and like little tender sprouts, she felt her nerve-endings begin to grow warmer. She'd missed the feeling of fur on her skin coupled with the scent of clean snow through the few gaps in the cabin's logs. They were like lullabies to her. "Not in Westeros. Not in the North."

Sansa dared to peek at him. He was indeed without a coat. Her heart clenched.

[teenyoda]

He wasn't looking at her as he kept poking around the cabin, hoping that the movement of snooping would keep him warm until he could find something better. Who the hell didn't have at least two blankets in a place that snowed randomly? "They're not common where I'm from. Summer is heat. Winter is... cold but it doesn't really snow in California."

If he were warm and inside or bundled up against the cold, maybe he could appreciate the snow more. He probably would love it at any other time, but when he was dressed in summer clothes, his admiration took a backseat to survival.

[steeledskin]

The blanket was like a cloak. It was like a shield. She nudged it all the way up to her chin and seemed to merely peek at him from behind a ridge of grey-and-brown fluff. Bear, she thought. It was hard and wiry like bear fur. Fox and wolf was softer but she thought she'd find herself sad to be wrapped in those skins. And besides, bear furs were so much wider and so much more generous.

"What is it you're doing, Stiles?" Sansa asked -- setting aside thoughts of sugarplums and Christmas carols, despite the fact that Stiles and snow together always puts her in mind of all he's taught her.

[teenyoda]

"Looking for... something. How can they not have more than one blanket? Or any extra clothes?" He shut the trunk -- empty, and stood, hands on his hips for all of a moment before he tucked them back under his armpits.

The bed was a flat pallet, the blanket the only thing that would drape over it. The cabin was completely devoid of anything else that someone might use to keep warm.

[steeledskin]

"Mayhaps it was never a home to begin with, but some minor freeholder's hunting cabin. He may never leave anything between uses."

It was a judicious guess -- but ultimately just that: a guess. Perhaps the house had been long abandoned for other reasons. The whys and wherefores mattered much less than the present reality. They were cold -- he was cold -- and she had wrapped around her the one saving grace. Sansa shrugged it off one shoulder.

"We must share it."

She meant, of course, that they would each take their turn. An hour apiece, perhaps.

[teenyoda]

"You sure?" Because that's not what he was thinking and he wouldn't agree to it. No way was he going to bundle himself up in a fur while she shivered. He couldn't do it.

[steeledskin]

Sansa nodded. A slow, fur-edged nod.

"I would not mind--" sharing. "But if I could keep it a little longer--!"

She was kind. But she was not that kind.

[teenyoda]

Aww, come on, Sansa. It wasn't like he'd try anything. "What like... you want to share like... passing it off? That's not going to do any good, Sansa. We need to store body heat. To share body heat."