( let it snow )

[bottecellie]

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 ‧:❉:‧

Comments

[puppyface]

So where was your room? The kitchen's downstairs, right? And then I guess you had kind of a den....

[Scott's mind is filling up like a colouring book. It's nothing like the blues and browns of his and his mother's house, but it's a nice image. He wonders what it must be like to leave somewhere like that when he's never even moved. At least when he leaves for college in a few years, he knows his mom's house will still be there...]

[ex_maelstroms207]

[ he can take a hint. her kisses are sweet, her nuzzles endearing, but if what she so happens to seek is the warmth of breath and the heat of lips touching to the bridge of her nose, then by all means, he'll oblige her. and gladly, too. (and really, how could he have ever hoped to resist with her face angled up toward him so?) ]

Perhaps I am. [ his shoulders shake with a quiet laugh, a smile in his eyes and upon those lips which would have liked to keep kissing, unabashed. ] I would have liked to turn you such a color myself.

[ but maybe he still can. beneath the blanket, his fingers wander, skirting down her sides before traversing the length of her legs, palms gently rubbing for the heat of friction (and a little more than that). ]

But it isn't quite so cold, not anymore.

[triskeles]

There's the foyer, and the living room was basically a den in all definitions of the word. The kitchen's easy enough to find, around on the other side of the stairs.

[ Derek tips his head up to look at the ceiling, gauging where all the upstairs rooms are despite the fact he doesn't quite have to. The image of the Hale house is tarnished by fire, but he can remember where everything is. Maybe he'll go for a cooler color scheme, if he decides to repaint. Or even assign certain packmates to certain rooms, just to see what happens. ]

Downstairs there are, of course, more rooms. Guest space. My room was upstairs, in the westmost corner.

[necromancies]

[Chloe attempts to roll out of the way when she sees him get ready to toss a snowball at her, but he gets her on the side before she can climb to her feet. She throws another one of her own at him.] That's cheating. I was helpless.

[wolfs]

Haven't you spent the last - as long as we've known each other trying to tell me the opposite of that? [Her snowball misses again because lolreflexes]

[zangief_the_red]

[Frankly, you may want to walk behind him. He's seven feet tall and 250 pounds. He can blot out windstorms, really. But there is an enormous laugh when he hears Legault speak]

Comrade, you would be this tough if you were raised as I was! In Mother Russia, this is a balmy October afternoon!

[puppyface]

[Scott looks around the room again, trying to figure out where exactly 'westmost' would have been. Seeing as how much of the house is burnt out, he simply assumes that Derek's room was around one of those areas.]

...And it's been here for like, ever, right?

[He's never thought about that before. His house is in a development, but a house in the middle of the woods like this has probably been here for a long time.]

Just don't paint it all dark or anything. [He's reserved the brooding comments.]

[ensorceler]

[ Inclining her head, Anne barely resists the urge to curl her lip in a disgruntled sneer, immediately melding it into a cold smile (still plain disapproval in her cloudy eyes). Is she expected to share space with just any man who stumbles in off the seat? (No matter that this clearly wasn't the stumbling type, why would she even bother looking at his face right now?)

Finding herself beyond insulted, but unable to force the issue as quickly as she could with her guard, she appears to give by hurrying inside, not remotely afraid to seek out the driest corner. Even the rats would have frozen to death, surely.

Her hood drops, and the young woman's voice is heavily laced with mockery, not without it's edge. ]

Do you claim this as your own private chambers, that you would refuse to yield it utterly to the Queen of England? I find myself in the company of a lackluster host, in such a case.

[zangief_the_red]

[Good shot, right alongside the head, though he didn't actually see you down there. But he laughs all the same, an enormous booming laugh]

Hah! Good shot, little comrade!

[And he stoops, picking up a rather large handful of snow, molding it into a ball to return fire with.]

[triskeles]

My grandfather built it when he was my age, yeah.

[ It takes him a moment, but Derek realizes that Scott's looking around without a clue of where he's actually referencing. Really, he can't help the fond amusement that surfaces at that. Eventually, he's going to have to make sure to teach everyone how to judge directions, if they don't know them already.

Admittedly difficult when the weather gets bad, but not impossible. ]

Might let you guys paint it. Depends on if I come to my senses before it's too late.

[puppyface]

I'm not going to paint things pink or anything!

[Come on, he has at least a Mama McCall Minimum level of common sense.

A little less chilly, he leans back on his palms to keep imagining where things might be. It's an old house, and some of the remaining woodwork suggests it, but he has to imagine it was a nice place, if Derek misses it so much. It's not like he can't tell.]

[autcaesar]

[ Cesare spares her a lingering glance as her hood drops, before turning back to the white scenery with a certain unease about him. It seems to take him a minute to digest her words before scoffing, the briefest smirk appearing on his face. ]

My apologies. I was not aware it is the fashion for queens of today to travel without her retinue.

[ He still makes no move to leave, turning to face her in full and offering to take her hand in greeting. ]

[doomhoops]

[ wow he will not play any of those things but good luck trying, Denmark. He shoots a squint at him as he packs on the snow, frowning a little. ]

I'm not skinny... [ He's totally skinny ]

[empirics]

What? I could've been rude and not invited you. [therefore, he's the nicest and most polite. he walks along with her, in step, potentially walking a bit closer to her than is necessary (but actually, really is). for a moment, he glances skyward.]

What do you think, enough to send the whole town into a lockdown?

[necromancies]

I thought it would work. [She grins before shaking the snow out of her hair.]

[wolfs]

[He eyes her critically for a moment before deciding she could really use some more snow. Incoming!] That's cheating.

[charmnveil]

[She'll take it, and smile from the feeling. It feels warm, and it's unthawing of her face and other parts...she'll go with it. It wouldn't do not to just make it a good day. They could make it even better.]

Maybe you should. You can still make me pink you know.

[She grins, and takes a moment to kiss his chin. She'd like to just climb onto his lap but...no. He might have a plan. She wants to see what it is before doing anything.]

I'm still very cold Uki~

[doomhoops]

[ Alex is practically a small furnace with the way his energy is always humming under his skin, but the cold still gets to his extremities, nose and cheeks a little red in the biting cold. Still, it's been a long while since he's really gotten a chance to be outside and enjoy the snow, having spent the last couple years watching it through the solitary window. So he takes advantage of it, sitting outside on the edge of one of the brick walls of the ground, a leg pulled up to his chest while the other dangles.

He watches Sean walk by for a moment before calling out to him. ]

You got Erik's shoes on.

Nostalgia Critic | TGWTG

[explain_movie]

[passive]

[Though Bethany has, for the most part, gotten over her butthurt resentment toward life as a Warden, there are days where she really has to wonder at her life. And today? Is one of those days. Maybe, just maybe, if things had gone a little differently, she would be warm and cozy right now, with a book and a hot cup of tea, instead of stuck out here in the snow.

But there's little she can do about that now, like it or not.

She tries not to fidget while she waits for Nathaniel to work the lock, but she shivers and rubs her hands together and finds it very, very difficult to be patient when she's this cold. Finally, though, the door opens and she lets out a relieved sigh as she scurries inside.

Once they're both inside, she turns to him with a tired smile.]

Maker's breath, I don't think I've ever missed the Keep this much.

[withmysound]

[Marceline can't keep a smirk off her face as Fionna comes into view. Just a little more--

--there! She launches her snowball, then darts off with a laugh, not looking to see if it's hit and already gathering up some more.]

[ensorceler]

[ It's a jab, and she ponders over what a fool he is indeed to already seek to lose her favour rather than scurry to gain it. But despite narrowing eyes, Anne holds out her hand. She doesn't owe him any explanation, and her patience is thinner than ever from the bitter cold. ]

Your humour is pallid. You will apologize proper, unless my unhappiness is what you seek to claim.

[whowhatwhy]

That makes two of us. [ he's rubbing his hands together, trying to get the warmth circulating back through, as he takes a look around. It's a small space- one room, with a table, a few chairs, and a small bed. There is also a small fireplace tucked in one wall ]

I don't suppose we'd be so lucky as to find firewood, would we?

[autcaesar]

[ Cesare takes her hand and brings it to his lips for a chaste kiss, though he doesn't let go unless she would pull it back. ]

God forbid. [ There is mischief in his eyes and something akin to a threat. ]

I would offer Your Grace the proper recompense as prescribed, immediately.

[iceblocking]

BLGHRAT

[Fionna is smacked right in the face with the ball of snow and is knocked over. Though instead of landing on her back, she manages to move into a backward somersault that isn't completely ungraceful.]

So you want a snowball fight, huh? Well, you came to the right place...

[She scoops up a hand full of snow, and charges in Marceline's direction, readying her firing arm.]