body heat meme

[memety]

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.

Comments

timey wimey shenanigans go

[unkindness]

[Seven has been up and down the interior of the crashed shuttle, searching for a way out--not that it would do much good, the planet was Class-L, habitable but inhospitable, in this case icy and plagued by violent windstorms and deep snow. The interior of the shuttle at least provided some respite from the cutting wind, enough to allow Seven to ignore it for the moment.]

Perhaps I can salvage enough components to repair the shuttle's distress beacon. It would be enough to contact a passing ship.

his time or hers for shenanigans?

[caelus]

[He didn't know much about the woman, Seven as she called herself, or the strange implants she had on her body, but he knew she was more than capable. If there was anyone outside of Spock that he'd rather be stranded with, it would be her.

No, seriously.]

Go ahead and see what you can do with it then, Seven. I'm going to see what I can salvage from the kits. Find out what rations we have. The ship isn't expecting us back for a while.

His probably works best? easier to go backwards and sideways than forward I suppose. :3

[unkindness]

[One would almost think you had a thing about bizarrely unemotive people. Balance out all your impulsive gut decisions, hm?

Seven just inclines her head--she was going to do that whether you agreed or not. She's terrible at taking orders, after all.

The technology is not quite as advanced as what she's used to dealing with, despite its slick and polished look, but she can adapt. She goes to the ruined communications console, ducking underneath to pry apart the pieces she needs to work.]

Then I will work quickly so that we may alert them to our situation.

[Because it is so not going to be pleasant in here once night falls and the temperature drops further.]