❄ 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.
[This woman doesn't get much down time, much less time to have a casual snowball fight that doesn't involve the end of the world if anyone loses. However, she doesn't plan on losing this beautiful, snowy day, especially to Captain Starpower. Not if she has anything to say about that. Consider this her version of rest and recuperation, and after what they just wrapped up, they could both use a bit of both.
One might think that the green-clad lady means well as she positively saunters over to him with a bright grin, maybe to say goodbye and wish him well on his galactic journey.]
I gotcha a goin' away gift sugah.
[Which happens to be a healthy sized snowball to the face once she's close enough. Don't worry Peter, she's wearing her gloves.]
[ Of course Peter lets Rogue get close because, well, she's hot. And when she grins like that, of course he lets his guard down.
And when she gets close enough, of course he doesn't stop her when she smears a glob of snow on his face.
Naturally, he yelps (though he'd never admit it) and splutters when she steps away, wiping the melted snow (well, okay, it's just water) and ice from his face. By reflex he corrects, ]
Star-Lord.
[ as he's wiping off his face, but then he's scooping up a handful of snow himself, thankful for the gloves he's wearing that keep his fingers from feeling the biting chill, and he grins in return. ]
[All things that she'll shamelessly use to her advantage, especially in a situation like this, with a man like Peter here. Baiting him, or anyone really, comes as second nature to Rogue, loud mouthed and antagonistic as she is at times.
Oh. Oh she does love when they make unmanly noises, and her grin widens through the correction. Now that she knows it bothers him...]
Whatever Starbright.
[It'd be wise to make a hasty, tactical retreat, but that's rarely been her style. As he gathers his own weapons, she takes a step back, more to give her room to work than to get the hell out of dodge. Unlike him, she doesn't look the least bit bothered by the chill. On top of that, there's an overconfidence to her.
Someone may have aggressively borrowed a bit of Iceman to give herself some practice. Yeah, that's it. Either way, she dips down to scoop up her own ammunition.]
Wouldn't expect anythin' less. Just don't go cryin' to me when I whoop yah ass three ways to Sunday.
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bakerstreet2015-12-05 03:21 pm
Peter Quill | Guardians of the Galaxy
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One might think that the green-clad lady means well as she positively saunters over to him with a bright grin, maybe to say goodbye and wish him well on his galactic journey.]
I gotcha a goin' away gift sugah.
[Which happens to be a healthy sized snowball to the face once she's close enough. Don't worry Peter, she's wearing her gloves.]
One last dance Starburst?
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And when she gets close enough, of course he doesn't stop her when she smears a glob of snow on his face.
Naturally, he yelps (though he'd never admit it) and splutters when she steps away, wiping the melted snow (well, okay, it's just water) and ice from his face. By reflex he corrects, ]
Star-Lord.
[ as he's wiping off his face, but then he's scooping up a handful of snow himself, thankful for the gloves he's wearing that keep his fingers from feeling the biting chill, and he grins in return. ]
And I hope you realize this means war.
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Oh. Oh she does love when they make unmanly noises, and her grin widens through the correction. Now that she knows it bothers him...]
Whatever Starbright.
[It'd be wise to make a hasty, tactical retreat, but that's rarely been her style. As he gathers his own weapons, she takes a step back, more to give her room to work than to get the hell out of dodge. Unlike him, she doesn't look the least bit bothered by the chill. On top of that, there's an overconfidence to her.
Someone may have aggressively borrowed a bit of Iceman to give herself some practice. Yeah, that's it. Either way, she dips down to scoop up her own ammunition.]
Wouldn't expect anythin' less. Just don't go cryin' to me when I whoop yah ass three ways to Sunday.
[Bring it pretty boy.]