winter is a lingering season

[thecutdiamond]

❄ 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 ‧:❉:‧ - from krystaliske @ memebells

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[webmistress]

On a warehouse roof, the help of her visor shows Widowmaker the unexpected visitor approaching. Tonight's target is named Woodruff, a businessman with pale green eyes and severely short graying hair. Woodruff should arrive at any moment, expected to provide documentation and blueprints to an agent working on behalf of Volskaya Industries, but Talon would rather have the blueprints and see Woodruff's support eliminated.

Once the child turns the corner leading to the old warehouse, she can see them as more than a red figure through her lenses: snow-dusted, hands deep within pockets. The light snowfall is a minor inconvenience and the cold doesn't bother her. She's more concerned with the possible intrusion, the complication; the child wanders near the entrance to warehouse's surrounding fence. A venom mine is placed there to trouble anyone who runs that way once she snipes her target.

With a small sigh, she attaches her rifle to her back and launches her grappling hook, snagging it on a wide ledge on the neighboring building so she can swing across, one arm held out in an attempt to catch the child and move them quickly out of her way.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" she hisses when their paths intersect.

[dustless]

They hold in a scream when they're grabbed--and they grab her right back, not caring that their hands sting from the wind when their hands rip out of their pockets who cares they're in the air oh god.

Frisk instinctively laces their arms around her torso and slams their face into her shoulder, getting as much of a grip as possible.

"No," they manage to grind out.

Technically it is. They don't care. Especially in the current circumstances.

[webmistress]

She'd intended to release them just as easily, but she hadn't counted on the clinging. Children.

"It should be." Frowning as her feet hit the ground, she twists the tense cable attached to the hook overhead, just firmly enough to keep it in place as she tries to pry herself free. "This is no place for a child."

An incoming pair of headlights earn her attention. She points a finger at the child. "Stay here." Within the shadow of the building here, they may go unnoticed. If not, it's not her concern as long as they don't interfere with her job. "Don't move. Don't scream."