bakerstreet | A heartbeat increases this body's heat.

A heartbeat increases this body's heat.

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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[20+ OTA! Castmates (especially JINUS), crosscanon, crossmedium, assumed CR, AUs, OCs etc all always welcome!]

[ voice testing. he runs hot, good for warming up people. ]

[ it's always a bit cold where qifrey is concerned but this night, away shows itself something even more so. white snow and recovered paths put him in mind of a time they stumbled upon each other before. when he'd left it was snow quiet too; quietly quietly but not quietly enough, not enough to keep from worrying this self same person. too kind for his own good; some things never change; or is that just people? how fortunate to find each other at that time, but as always he finds it best to not read too much into it, because to see is to expect; enough of that, paired hand in hand with a word like hope, letter away from another word to hold; glass fragile, pulse insistent.

at least on this venture, they started out at the same time. how long have they been making their way? time blurs sometimes, neither back nor forward; just here, and who, and why.

drawing his cloak closer, he finds himself distracted by the exhale that hangs cloud like. through it: olruggio, the gray trees, and that which lies ahead -- makeshift shelter, cave kindly waiting and in no danger of offending prior inhabitants. the moon hangs low as if cradled by the branches and isn't that a softer thought than he feels. at least the glow itself is gentler, does not halo out as much as the daylight.

tilting his head, he pauses. perhaps he imagined it, hearing something nearby that is not either of them. another moment and he has not imagined it at all, a reverberation that starts from the soles of his feet and trembles throughout. he looks up, unable to see where what this surely is may come from. this area is not known for avalanches, but the world is ever changing, and what things seem is not almost ever what they are; at least, not only.

regardless, haste is in their interest. ]

Shelter ahead, if memory serves.