( 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

[godoftireirons]

[ Oh this is awkward. He should probably leave him be. If he wants to freeze his ass off in the middle of bumfuck nowhere London all night, that's his issue. But... He was a dick to him before. And that seems to stick with him. Or something seems to stick with him. He assumes it's that.

He follows his gesture to peer down the road. Seventeen city blocks isn't any short walk. Ugh, what is he doing. ] I'd offer to give you a ride, but my car's so low to the ground it wouldn't manage much better than the buses and cabs. [ Do not offer these things to strangers who hate you, Jake, it's creepy no matter your intent and this guy might be psycho and stab you in the night or steal your dog or some shit, oh my god, okay. He lets out a sigh and hunches his shoulders, looking like he thinks better of offering this but is doing it anyway ]

Look, I live right over there. [ finger point at nearby apartment complex ] If you've got nowhere to go, I've got a couch you can stay on until they clear the streets tomorrow morning.

[badpenny]

He climbed to his own feet, rubbing his hands together. "Some hot chocolate, perhaps, to warm us up. Yes? Though not here. I know this little cafe in France. Best hot chocolate I've ever had."

[necromancies]

[It's such a small thing, that light touch, but it makes her heart race. Well, really. Everything about him makes her heart race these days. That's just the effect he has on her. Her head tilts as he trails his way up to her ear, making a small sound in the back of her throat, fingers curling tightly into the front of his coat.]

[wears_skirts]

"That sounds nice." Amy said, smiling at him before turning around to head back to the TARDIS. "You went all the way to France, for hot chocolate?" She couldn't hide the amusement in her voice if she had tried.

[passive]

Me too. It's not the most romantic setting, no... [She shrugs.] But it's enough.

[whowhatwhy]

[ In this line of work? Life's too short to be picky. But he won't say as much and risk ruining the moment. ]

Allow me to help with our lack of romance problem, then. [ He leans in to give her a slow, sweet kiss. ]

[badpenny]

He walked alongside her, unlocking the TARDIS door when they reached it. "Don't tell me that surprises you. I've gone longer distances for less," he teased her.

[wears_skirts]

"I was just about to say that it actually doesn't surprise me." Amy admitted as she walked into the nice, warm TARDIS. "How did you find this little cafe?" She asked with a mocking edge to her tone.

[wolfs]

[Everything in him wants to lunge forward, roll them over, but he ignores that urge. He's taking this slow - they are. And slow is good. It's nice. Especially when she makes sounds like that.

His lips close over her ear lobe, teeth scraping lightly against it. The hand on her waist moves slowly up her back, pauses, drags down again]

[sponsorigami]

[You call Fire Emblem]

I think so. I have some experience with it...

[Don't ask where or how. She'll get a depressing answer.]

[sixwinged]

NEITHER DO YOU!

[errandry]

THERE'S A TON OF SNOW DOWN HERE, DON'T JINX YOURSELF.

[necromancies]

[She shivers against him at the feel of teeth against the sensitive skin of her lobe, fingers reflexively tightening and then relaxing again. She presses her face into his neck, kissing him softly.] It's cold.

[passive]

[Oh, Bethany knows well enough by now to take her pleasures wherever she can find them. So, right now, she is going to do just that. She happily returns the kiss and brings her blanket-holding arm up to wrap around his shoulder, effectively bundling them up in the quilt. Hey, not a bad way to stay warm.]

[oforder]

I was wondering when you would arrive.

[ His voice is heard as soon as the door opens. The bunker is warm... for the most part... but it won't be long until the pipes freeze. Wilhelm is very capable with Ether, however, just as Yeshua and Mary are. But there's only so much he can do. ]

Even you cannot avoid the cold for long, can you? Don't worry; we are alone.

[sixwinged]

AS IF YOU CAN THROW THAT HIGH!

[errandry]

WON'T HAVE TO IF I JUST BURN A PIECE OF JERKY DOWN HERE.

[sixwinged]

WHAT KIND OF SOLUTION IS THAT, DUMBASS.

[errandry]

THINK YOU CAN RESIST THE SIREN CALL OF ROASTING MEAT?

[adversary]

[ Irene Adler had not been quite so idle, despite weather conditions, bustling through the area and conducting business transactions of sorts (to be specific would be telling and that's never the game with her) around Kensington. It says enough of their nature. And although she would prefer to be doing work in warmer climates, like Dubai perhaps, there is still something about London in the wintertime — all covered in white, a surprisingly sedate and ghostly beauty. The city constantly draws her back in; it's become more of a home base than New Jersey ever was.

However, her unhurried pace through the snow-covered avenues of Hyde Park tells it's much more of a leisurely stroll for the moment. Of course, who would she be without an agenda, but Irene does still make time to enjoy herself, even if it is just admiring the sites and the way her boots crunch against the ice. Her small riding hat, buried in a pile of curls, isn't wide enough to keep snowflakes from bouncing off her lashes, but it hardly distracts her line of view. Nothing interesting, yet.

Until she notices a couple muttering to one another while stealing glances back behind them. There appeared to be a man tucked away in the clearing at the center of the park. She watches the figure, immediately sensing something familiar about his peculiar stance. Yes, she's always being reeled back into this city, and by one particular driving force that's quickly being revealed the closer she approaches. ]

[togetkilledbyamockingbird]

Just a bit longer~.

[ Damn. He was hoping for the Wretched Egg, obviously, but he'll take Shiro. It's not like he's going to complain about it. Winter in Deadman Wonderland was always very odd; especially the 'Icicle Game' the non-Deadman inmates play for cast points. Quite gory. ]

Marshmallows?

[ He's almost hesitant to put them in. If Wretched Egg does come out, she'll look at him like he's feeding her feces. She hates sweets, marshmallows and chocolate included. ... actually, come to think of it, he isn't sure what it is she likes eating. ]

[sixwinged]

IF YOU MAKE ME GET OUT OF THIS TREE, I WILL STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH.

[errandry]

NOT BEFORE I BURY YOU AND ALL YOUR DESCENDANTS UNDER FIVE THOUSAND SNOWDRIFTS FOR THREE GENERATIONS.

[sixwinged]

AS IF I'D GIVE YOU THE CHANCE TO DO THAT.

:/ I-4

[flyingg]

Ready, Little Wing? Let's have at 'em!