❄ snowfall

[kristaliske]

❄ 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. ⑦ mix and match, or make up your own ‧:❉:‧

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Pavel Chekov | Star Trek

[starcharter]

[naughtyornice]

[Christmas Day. Most important holiday of year. The little children awaken to find things that bring them great Wonder beneath their trees. And the snow! Jack had outdone himself this year; there was white powder as far as North's wide eyes could see.]

[Yes. Very good.]

[It was not often he had the time to stop and smell the snowflakes, but for today? Today was a good day to do so. And an even better day to practice his old throwing arm. The elves were out and about, about as useful as ever--that was, to say, not very. Some of them were so bad at throwing snowballs, they were hitting themselves in the face. Or worse, the elves behind them.]

[It was too easy. North could not resist the opportunity to practice his old throwing arm; grabbing a handful, he packed it into a tight ball and threw.]

[starcharter]

[The North Pole. He thought Santa Claus-- and the North Pole-- were just myths. Well, turns out he was wrong.

Chekov is wandering throughout the area, completely fascinated. The elves (he thinks that's what they are, at least) are horrible marksmen, so he's not concerned.

But then there's suddenly a cold snowball hitting the back of his neck.]

AY!

[He turns around to see Santa Claus. Is it bad manners to retaliate? It is Santa's home.]

You have much better aim.

[naughtyornice]

[...oh.]

[Wait.]

[He could see him?]

[This was unexpected.]

[Also certainly foiled any immediate plans to place the blame on anyone other than himself.]

[So, in a last-ditch effort, North stood there like a reindeer caught in airplane lights, pointing weakly at the nearest elf to waddle by.]

[starcharter]

I hope this will not put me on the naughty list, but I do not believe that was the culprit, Mr. Claus.

[naughtyornice]

[Well. So much for that alibi. North attempts to regain his composure, acting as calm as somebody who hasn't gotten his hands caught in the proverbial cookie jar.]

[...get it? cookies?]

[Is good joke!]

I will...consider.

What is your name, boy?

[starcharter]

[No that's a horrible joke.]

If I don't tell you my name, you cannot put me on the list.

[Small grin.]

Is Pavel Chekov.

[naughtyornice]

[That is it! Coal! Coal for you, coal for your cow...]

Ha!

Joke is on you. Your name already on list.

[starcharter]

I have done something wrong?

[Not that he's terribly concerned about gifts or anything; he's just curious.]

ii -> 2 maybe?

[starfreedom]

Is this where we dropped Kirk?

[She'll focus back to the task at hand, in a moment.]

/chinhands

[starcharter]

[Chekov holds up his tricorder, nodding.]

Yes, but he is not in the immediate area anymore. It seems like the weather will hold off a little longer, but we should hurry.

[And because Kirk is also probably on the brink of being eaten by something or in the middle of a firefight.]

What am I even doing?

[starfreedom]

I wasn't going to suggest we stay and enjoy the scenery, no.

[As soon as he indicates a direction (tactical is his thing), she'll set off in a light jog, her footing as steady as possible on the snow-and-ice ground as possible. Keeping an eye on him, too, even if's likely that he's had more experience with this kind of terrain than her.]

Being awesome

[starcharter]

[He is, in fact, trotting along like an expert. This snow was nothing compared to what he used to get in Russia.]

Actually the snow is quite beautiful, but the scenery is nicer in Russia.

asnoethuaoe trying to, at any rate.

[starfreedom]

[Of course he is. And she's from Africa, though, really? That stopped mattering years ago.]

... I'm not going to argue with that. I mean... just look at this place.

[Snow? Beautiful? Maybe, but only if you're somewhere warm and not in the middle of it. With prospects of getting worse.]

you're doing awesome so far!

[starcharter]

Ay, I suppose it is more beautiful when you are somewhere warm and not searching for a wayward captain.

[He keeps an eye on his tricorder, frowning slightly.]

... we'll see in October. :P

[starfreedom]

... I can only agree with you on that.

What have you got?

[starcharter]

No resorts in the area, unfortunately. The planet is very sparsely populated.

[He holds out the tricorder so she can read it too.]

It's picking up strange readings-- like it cannot tell if it is an organism or a mineral.

7 b/c i do what i want

[physicians]

[Where there's Starfleet personnel potentially in danger, McCoy is there with a hypospray within seconds. Sometimes the crew joked it was his super-power, and the doctor just rolled his eyes and grumbled.]

[It's no surprise, then, when the ship comes across a planet experiencing a snowstorm, and decides to observe, for a while, until it stops. The snow's pristine and white as far as the eye can see, so Jim declares shore leave, Spock makes the ship a no-fun zone, and McCoy... Well. He grabs a coat, a muffler, and heads down to make sure none of the kids get frostbite.]

[He wanders around, looking at the snow forts, and finds Chekov assiduously building. He stops, to stare.]

[starcharter]

[Chekov has had a lot of practice building snow forts. He'd spend winter breaks with his parents and build crazy snow forts with his dad.

His snow fort is actually wonderfully fortified shelter of technical beauty. You know, if you look at it with a trained eye.

He notices the good doctor watching him and waves before ducking behind the fort for a moment. And then pops back up with a perfect snowball and throws it before he can second-guess himself for pissing off the guy with the hypospray.]

[physicians]

[First rule of the Enterprise don't talk about the Enteprise don't piss off the guy with the hypospray.]

[EVER.]

Testin' a few theories, Ensign?

[starcharter]

[But look at this smile. How could you be mad at this smile?]

A few. [Like calculating how fast he's going to have to run to escape McCoy's wrath.]

I assumed you would stay on the ship, Doctor.

[physicians]

[Chekov 0, Bones 1. You can't smile at somebody this crabby, kid.]

Everyone off. Captain's orders.

[His face shows exactly what he thinks of that.]

[starcharter]

[Well, he tried.]

Perhaps he wanted us to have time to relax.

Have you been in snow before?

[physicians]

[Relax. Pshh. As if Bones could ever do that when all of them are in serious danger of pneumonia.]

No, I haven't, snow was invented in Russia and exported to the rest of us.

[He's from Georgia, kid, his snow is nothing compared to the stuff you're used to. Also. Sarcasm.]

[starcharter]

Yes, but we also exported vodka to keep you warm.

[Bones used sarcasm. It wasn't very effective...]