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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[notatexican]

[If anyone doesn't like the snow, it's Vasquez. He thrives in the heat and the dust, and the snow brings with it ice, chill, and frost. So, no, he doesn't like it. He likes it even less when he's in the middle of nowhere with no towns nearby. At least in a town, there are bars, and alcohol has impressive warming factors.

Instead, he's here, and by sheer fortune there's an abandoned cabin. He's willing to guess that it used to be a farm - based on the fences out along the property - but something probably happened. No more money, family death, anything can drive a person off their property these days. He grumbles as he stamps his boots in the doorway, looking around. Whoever owned this, they left quickly, so at least there are some moderate comforts.

Thank God for small miracles.]

[peacemakers]

[ A childhood back east means Faraday is used to snowfall, to the wind freezing against his face, turning his cheeks ruddy. These days, he’s grown accustomed to the warmer climes of California and Nevada, so when the two of them trekked out, felt the first few flakes of snow chilling against their skin, Faraday had laughed a little in surprise.

He laughed all the more at the sour look on Vasquez’s face.

The abandoned farmhouse is a godsend, especially since the cold seems to have put Vasquez in something of a mood. For Faraday’s part, several months removed from the battle of Rose Creek, the cold sets into his bones, makes his old wounds ache – though he keeps his complaints to himself. Faraday sends Vasquez off into the house while he takes care of their horses. The barn is a little rundown, but the walls are sturdy, and the ceiling doesn’t seem likely to collapse under a night’s worth of snow. Faraday piles their horses with blankets before he trudges back into the house.

He kicks the door shut behind him, chafing his hands together as he scans the cabin. When he catches sight of Vasquez, he puts on a small smirk. ]

Find any bodies?

[ He remembers all too well the story Chisolm had spun for him, finding Vasquez in a cabin like this one, rooming with a dead man. ]

[notatexican]

They would be better company.

[How the two of them got roped into this together is beyond Vasquez. It was just one more thing on top of it all to make him feel moody.

But the people that had been here had clearly been stocking up for the winter. With the neat pile of wood in the corner, Vasquez starts a fire going, making sure to keep it conservative. He's sure as hell not going to be the one to traipse outside to get more when this stash runs out.]

There's food in the pantry.

[Some of it's gone bad, but there are cured meats and preserves, and potatoes. One of these days, Vasquez thinks, they're going to run out of luck.]

[peacemakers]

[ Faraday lets out a low whistle, stamping snow from his boots. ]

Good Lord, you're surly.

[ He says it with a hint of amusement, pausing to dig the heel of his palm into the sore muscle of his thigh. The wound had healed, but the bullet that had torn through his leg did him few favors in the cold. After a few careful stretches, bracing himself against the wall for balance, he trusts his leg to bear his weight. He crosses the room, seeking out the pantry. ]

What's gotten into you, anyway?