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( let it snow )

Winter Wonderland Meme

❄ 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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“If I'm gonna end up with a starring role in a horror movie, I'd like to think I'm A-list material,” she says, decisively, rolling her lower lip in her teeth and squinting briefly at the ceiling as she tries to picture what her ideal scenario would be. (Aside from 'living past the credits', obviously.) “I mean, at least not a remake, right?”

[ Erica really needed to stop thinking about how unexpected things continue to happen. Given the alpha bite that she received and how much everything changed, nothing should have been a surprise to her. But even still.

It was strange to think that the entire Junior year class was taken on a trip to some classy chalet in Colorado for skiing and snowboarding. Of course, the stipulation of the pack attending with the rest of the school was that Derek came with them as well. Erica wasn't about to argue, though. It was surprisingly nice having all of them there and away from all the bullshit in Beacon Hills.

People had tried to drag her out for a late afternoon run on the slopes, but part of Erica was still occasionally apprehensive. Even knowing that her epilepsy wouldn't come back, knowing that Derek gave her a better life away from that, it still edged along her thoughts on occasion. Which prevented her from taking full advantage of the situation.

Instead, she watched everyone else run and ski and snowboard through the falling snow, seated in a large chair on the wide porch of the lodge, heated blanket wrapped tight around her. Knees pulled to her chest, she abuses the use of her acute hearing to listen to her surroundings. Except-

She catches the sound of something close by that laces with the beat of a heart and it sounds off, which immediately means Erica is interested. It barely takes a moment to glance around and find the source of the sound, a man not standing far from her. ]

I'd ask if you make a habit of standing around watching teenagers, but the implications of that might be slightly rude.

[ It's hard to tell — Natasha's a consummate agent, and between the both of them it comes like breathing, the ability to seem one thing and be another — but the set of her shoulders changes. Underneath the palm of his hand the muscle shifts, from ready to relaxed to tense again, all within the same breath. There's a reason why Natasha traditionally does wetwork; not quite as clean as a long-distance kill from a bow and arrow or a sniper rifle, but there's a quick lethality to it all the same. More to the point: it doesn't depend on anybody else's schedule but her own and the mark's.

She sighs, heavy with frustration or irritation or some permutation of both, but she doesn't move. The wind whips around them; there's snowflakes on her lashes, doppled white against the blood red of her hair. (She doesn't start at the hand on her shoulder, but it's a very rare thing. Despite apparent skill-sets, Oliver Queen is nothing like Clint Barton.) ]

«We'll have to settle for Plan B.»

Oh, it's no use...all of the roads look the same to me. [And Rebecca is the one with a good eye. If she can't spot a road back to town, they're going to have a bad time. It's not like it's her fault that everything looks the same with snow, right?] This would be a great chance for a brave and gallant warrior to save the day...don't you think so?

[Because persocoms need fun in the snow too]

[Aha, another potential victim! Snow was still pretty unfamiliar to her, but that sure didn't stop her from throwing a snowball at the back of his head.]

[ Reconnaissance never proved the kindest task, but new snow had felled one scout too many: after the night's first attack, they had gone without. Three hours into the field and the blizzard, with both his and the Shura army dispelled, it did not surprise Yasha to find he too had come lost.

It was a fool's errand, waging war in this weather, and he must have worn motley, for he had partaken of it. Many of his men would die on this night, and it would not even be of honour in battle. At least luck had held and Yasha'd not brought his horse - when the cave showed itself between rocks, he climbed to it with ease, stepped in to claim it, with thanks to the gods for his shelter -

Only to find he'd not been first to come upon it. For all of it, even the enemy deserved a nod in greeting. ]

...Ashura-ou.

[ Man, it's really kind of cold out there. Sometimes Musashi almost regrets having a half-naked head.

He stamps the snow off his boots before taking them off, plonking a grocery bag on Hiruma's table. Of course the bastard won the coinflip. He'd only really insisted on it for the sake of the thing: it was bound to go his way one day.

(No...no, it really wasn't, not against Hiruma. But hey.)

Musashi sticks his hand out as the other wrestles a beer free from the bag and cracks it open. ]

Pony up.

[ That's true. Whenever he did see an employee, it wasn't even in person; it was usually via a screen, or hologram. He'd even heard rumors that some people didn't even think he really existed. Almost nobody in the company had even met him in person, and those that had were all major players in Vector; division directors, major stockholders, and the occasional government official.

Wilhelm nods at her question, though. He doesn't blame her for being surprised to see him; it was for a good reason. ]

I am curious, Shion.

[ He isn't shivering. He doesn't appear cold, and actually, his voice sounds perfectly normal, in its typical creepy monotone. ]

Where did you get that necklace?

[ He already knows the answer, but he's curious if she will be honest. ]

[ IT'S FUCKING COLD. ]

[Carver is many things, and no one would ever say that he's not brave or heroic.

But Carver is also a shining example that you can be brave and heroic while simultaneously being an enormous ass.]

Don't look at me. If I knew where we were going, I'd have said something.

[Charming.]

[ Every winter landscape needs fumbling officers and handcuffs :| ]

My necklace...?

[Really, could this encounter be any stranger? While she did often get complements or inquiries about the necklace, it was usually something that came up in conversation. It had never been the sole reason for someone approaching her.

Her hand instinctively moved to the pendant, and she tried not to look too concerned about the question. Or betray any of the unpleasant memories that inevitably came along with discussing it.]

Kevin Winnicot... I don't know if you remember him. He was the chief of first division before me... He gave me this necklace.

[ wow he's grouchy about being out in the cold. ]

Sherlock glanced out of what was still possible to see through of the window, before turning to look at John as he rubbed his hands together and blew into them to try and produce some warmth.

They had come out to what appeared to be the middle of no where and were now stuck in the middle of a snow storm. Sherlock had remembered seeing a small hut they could take shelter in about 500 yards off of the small beaten track their car had gone down. When the snow had become to much for their car, they headed to the hut and were now stuck inside with barely any heat.

[ so it's cold as balls, there's like a blizzard outside or something, and his boss clearly hates him. that's the only explanation he has for why he was sent so far out of the way to clean up a job a few lackeys should have been able to handle.

still, he's definitely had worse days, and at least there's entertainment until he can leave. he certainly wasn't expecting to wind up in the same place as shiro's cute policeman friend. ♥

he closes the door behind him, shutting out the wind and snow as he does so, and shakes off the long coat he'd been wearing over his usual leather, tossing it aside. it's still cold inside the cabin, but after growing up as a dead dog, it takes more than a little weather to trouble him.

he doesn't even seem surprised to see kojiro-- but then, maybe that's only to be expected. he's thought for a while now that there's something about the policeman that's.. familiar. offering his usual coy, teasing smile, he steps away from the door, heels clicking against the floor. ]

Fancy meeting you here, Mister Policeman. Let's play nice today, okay? Anri's cold.

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