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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

[seasoflight]

Felih flinches. He flinches back and away, ears pinned against his hair, because he wanted answers and instead he's met with a sudden press on his lips he wasn't ready for. He wasn't ready, he didn't- he didn't want it to be like this. He didn't want their first kiss to be like this- and on top of that, his tank is marked, taste and scent, by alcohol. It's something he knows Rhok avoids, that makes him miserable, and yet here he is, reeking of it, telling him so much that makes his heart break.

Rhok has been drinking. He's been alone, and miserable, isolated, burning bridges and breaking promises.

But his tank is holding him tight, and he's still curled up weakly in the corner as Rhok's weight sinks further and further onto him.

"You- you're- you need to sober up," Felih whispers, voice trembling like the rest of his frost-ridden body. "I'm not- we're not dead. We were just spirited away to another plane. Another world. We haven't been able to find our way back, I- I don't know if this is real... Our forays into other worlds are usually so temporary."

His hands come up to Rhok's cheeks, stopping him from kissing him again- and then comes the surge. It's all at once and entirely unpleasant, but thoroughly effective, an Esuna that purges and cleanses the poison of alcohol from every fiber of Rhok's entire being.

[accurately]

[ That's true. Midorima sure isn't repeating the events of today to anyone beyond stating that they went to a museum and lunch, and definitely to no one who would care. ]


As far as anyone else is concerned, we went to the museum, had a well balanced meal, and talked until you had to leave.

[ It's not a lie, which is good because despite not being honest with his feelings all the time, Midorima is not a good liar nor does he want to be. No one needs to know they're eating good food and going to an arcade or.. anything they've talked about today. ]

[glorifies]

[ Is Midorima ashamed of going to the arcade? No, it doesn't seem like it. Akashi isn't either, though. ]

I don't mind telling others about the arcade. If I bring back a prize, I wouldn't be able to hide it.

[accurately]

[ It's more like he's just a private person and would rather err on the side of not doing anything to bother Akashi's father if it got back to him, because Akashi is the only one who would have to deal with it. ]

Should I win you a prize, since you already said you would get one for me?

[ If Akashi says it's fine, it's fine. He gets the menus and takes a seat at a table. It seems to be a seat-yourself restaurant, then flag someone down once you know what you want. ]

[glorifies]

[ The prize was supposed to be something of a thank you and a remembrance of this outing, but he wouldn't mind if Midorima won him something instead of winning one for himself.

Although-- ]

I'll accept it if you beat me in the shooting game.

[ May as well make it a challenge. It will be fun!

After saying that, he checks out the menu. He's a basic bitch though so his order isn't so classy. ]

I'll have a miso ramen with seaweed and egg.

[accurately]

If you mean the basketball shooting game, we'll be here until one of us collapses. I won't miss even if the arcade ceilings are too low for my normal shots. Or did you mean one of the gun games? [ They could go hunt deer or zombies or moe anime girls turned killer robots together. Arcade games are wild.

Either way, he's in. ]

I'll have the shoyu ramen.

[ And the guy is just yell-repeating their order to the guy making the ramen behind the scenes and he's off. The food will be out pretty shortly, since ramen doesn't take long to make. ]

[glorifies]

I would prefer to challenge you to a basketball shooting game in an actual court. This time, it'll be one where we shoot zombies.

[ It will be fun :) ]

Or whatever shooting game they might have there.

[silentscales]

"'It's okay, it might be warmer this way,' says Oscar." He does let himself press against her side, but he keeps his arms around the bundle of snakes. Some of them move towards her, seeking the best way for them to ball up for warmth.

"'Thank you for helping us,' says Keats."

[accurately]

I agree. I've only played the duck one before now. Do you have practice with the undead?

[ Just so he can gauge how difficult this challenge is going to be and he can mentally prepare himself. ]

[glorifies]

No, [ He's only ever gone to an arcade once!!! ] but Hayama speaks so eagerly about those types of games.

[ He would also have another story to tell his teammates after today. Reo would be so scandalised. ]

[accurately]

It sounds like you get along well with your teammates.

[ Even after they met the other Akashi first. He's hoping he's right. That's more important than zombies. (Though now that it's a competition, zombies are pretty important for the rest of the day too.) ]

[glorifies]

[ He does get along quite well with his teammates! The Uncrowned Kings didn't even need to be tamed-- they're all rather friendly people! ]

I do. We've gone to an arcade once, and we visited the temple together, as well.

Mibuchi calls me Sei-chan, and I don't mind that, either. I think he's the first to call me by a nickname like that.

[accurately]

[ Sei-chan and Shin-chan. He can just see Takao having a field day with that. Akashi doesn't seem to mind it half as much as Midorima purports to, though. ]

Takao calls me "Shin-chan." It sounds like we've both ended up with handfuls on our teams. Are you closer to him than the others?

[ This is a part of Akashi's life that he's never really had the chance to ask about before. After all, their lives have been relatively separate since middle school outside of basketball. ]

[glorifies]

[ He truly doesn't mind. It's a special name especially since nobody ever gives him nicknames! He wouldn't find it annoying if Takao found out about it either. ]

I suppose. He's the vice-captain so I work with him closely. Although I've had to spend more time with Mayuzumi-san for his training.

[ Though it's probably best not to discuss that when they're trying to have a good and lighthearted conversation. ]

[accurately]

[ The ramen comes then, pretty fast service! Midorima isn't trying to press him for any kind of upsetting conversation, he just wants to make sure that Akashi isn't alone the same way Akashi was making sure with him earlier. But he supposes he'll move on to another curiosity. ]

Do you have someone specific to play shogi with or are you [ terrorizing ] regularly visiting Rakuzan's shogi club?

[glorifies]

[ Akashi shakes his head at the inquiry. ]

No, there isn't anybody I regularly play shogi with. As for the club, I pay a visit from time to time. There aren't many who want to challenge me.

[ He pulls his bowl of ramen closer to him, breathing in the soup. Plus, it's warm! It helps his hands a lot. ]

Do you still play?

[accurately]

With no one in particular. Shutoku's shogi club has tried to convince me to join a few times. I've gotten better, but it's hard to tell how much compared to who I used to play against.

[ Midorima's mouth is watering at how good their two soups smell, savory scents mingling in the air over their table. Perhaps he was hungrier than he'd thought, or perhaps hot chocolate simply doesn't sate the appetite the same way real food does. ]

[glorifies]

Then, we'll play again. Or would you like to try correspondence chess some time?

[ That would be something new! Either way, it's a test of wits and Akashi is all about it. He seems to be issuing Midorima so many challenges today.

He holds up the bowl close to his mouth and takes a few sips of the soup. It's delicious, and once he sets down his bowl, he picks up his chopsticks and prepares to eat. ]

[accurately]

[ He did ask for more chances to challenge him. Midorima notices the challenges are piling up, but it could just be a coincidence. It isn't that many to be something he could definitively say is abnormal, if welcome. ]

I wouldn't object to doing both.

[ Midorima goes for the chopsticks first. He likes to drink the broth at the end, so he'll be saving it all for that time. He'll let Akashi taste everything first before asking if he likes it. ]

[glorifies]

[ It definitely is just a coincidence. Akashi doesn't really notice what he's doing-- he's just having pure fun.

He says his "itadakimasu" before digging in, picking some noodles with his chopsticks to eat. He closes his eyes, letting the flavour and the heat sink in, and he finds that he likes what he ordered very much.

Once he opens his eyes again, he feels them getting a bit sweaty from the steam. ]

This is good ramen. Do you come here often to eat?

[accurately]

It's not good to indulge too often.

[ Plus, as Akashi has likely noticed by now, this delicious ramen is very hot and very steamy. His glasses keep fogging up... It doesn't make eating here super convenient. ]

[glorifies]

I wouldn't know. [ He shrugs his shoulders slightly that the gesture is almost invisible. ] I've never played with an orchestra before.

I had to learn how to play the piano, as well. If you'd like, I could play for you some time.

YEET

[talkingtrashtank]

He just doesn’t- care? Notice? That this is wrong and how he’s acting won’t help Felih at all. In fact that’s probably the issue right there: he doesn’t care what will help Felih because Felih Tia is already dead. So he can grieve and be selfish because selfishness is what’s destroyed his career and his reputation and his livelihood and his relationships and if he wants to be selfish in front of this guilt-laden apparition then he damned well will be.

He doesn’t listen beyond the ghost telling him to sober up because he doesn’t have to. Those cold hands come up around his face to invite him down aNDaaaaaaAAAAGH?? Ah! AH! NNNNNNGGJHH...!!

Rhok makes a sound and rips away from Felih. The esuna is cold in a way that’s paralyzing and harsh, seizing and shaking his insides like the alcohol can be rattled out of him. The poisons evacuate but it’s a sickening experience and for the brief second or two Rhok honestly can’t tell if he’s been attacked or not, pushing and stumbling blindly away from the ghost.

He comes out of it on one knee where he slipped on the ice at the base of the spiralling stairs, coughing and hacking around watery eyes and frozen breaths. He turns away and raises a hand to keep Felih back from him and keeps coughing. And he keeps- oh no. That’s a terrible feeling; the one swimming in his gut and coming up his throat. That’s a terrible-

He sicks up the dredges esuna couldn’t carry all the way out. It all leaves him light-headed and shaking, still down on his knee but needing both hands to keep himself from collapsing. He’s frozen and hasn’t eaten and now he’s wrung out and drained and miserable and ashamed and-

“...go away.” If he turns around the ghost will probably already be gone.

STOP HURT MY BOY

[talkingtrashtank]

Someone has had the unholy piss kicked out of him, and that’s just the physical half of frozen blood stains and rent metal armour. The white hot jolt of red magic absolutely does not help.

The body moves and Rhok’s eyes fly open when his heart screams and his muscles all go tense like that. But he’s disoriented, confused, half blind and partially deaf in the spinning white out. Walk? He doesn’t know her.

He’ll try to move with the stranger’s help, but he feels too far gone to think about it.

Could be an Ishgardian. Could be a dragon. Might even be an Ascian.

The shack is spartan, cold, and abandoned, but st least it’s still standing- unlike the knight who will collapse the moment Q’uila’s support leaves him.

[glorifies]

I suppose not.

[ Ramen's still kind of healthy though. It's not so bad as fried foods, he thinks. ]

Midorima. [ ... he bites his lower lip to stop himself from showing any amusement. Then he points to his own eye. The glasses............. ]