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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

[good_bamf_ugly]

[They fall into teamwork like years ago and it'd unsettle McCree more if it currently didn't mean Ashe was leaving the room, even momentarily.

...She has the blanket, she'll be fine. Having a stranger indebted to her because of her opportunistic kindness as a result of McCree's necessary wanton destruction sounded like his kind of luck--and hers. Anyway, not his worry. The canvas and its frame crumbles with a little effort. Moving around helps stave off the cold but his breath hangs visibly in the air, a reminder they're both on borrowed time.

He sets to work arranging the wood frame chips and chunks into a traditional campfire shape inside the fireplace, not expecting Ashe to come back with anything useful or not waterlogged with snow. The canvas can serve as some kindle but it's not great as he experimentally tries with his lighter--all the paint keeps any flame from catching. His fingers are shivering and he gives up for now. The smell of butane of course triggers a Pavlovian craving for a cigar and he's able to at least light that up. He slumps to the floor and wraps his arms around his legs and hugs his knees to his chest in front of the unlit fireplace, completely relishing any amount of warmth coming in and burning his lungs.]

[turn_to_ashe]

[The last thing Ashe wants to do is head back out into that storm, but that sure looks like a wood shed out there. 'Course it's hard to tell what's in there, given that the doors are shut and the snow's too thick to see into the windows.]

[She groans, eyes rolling back into her skull. Well it was a nice reprieve while it lasted. Shedding the blanket and tossing it into the corner...with a silent vow to kick the living daylights out of McCree if he tries to snake it while she's out there...she throws open the door and slams it behind her, one hand clamped down on her hat as she fights through the wind. Elizabeth Ashe is not going to let some measly little blizzard get the best of her.]

[After about ten minutes, the door swings open with a loud roar before the noise cuts off, and Ashe makes a fluttery sound of disgust through chattering teeth. Again, snow off the hat. Again, donning the blanket cape. She stomps into the living area to see McCree sitting there, smoking. Her brow darkens.]

Give up, or did you just get distracted?

[She doesn't have any wood, but she's sure got something in her arms under that blanket. Several somethings, actually.]

Your lighter looks like it's workin' just fine.

[good_bamf_ugly]

[Somehow that disgusted tone of hers sounds so plesant in his ears and he can't help but crack a smile to himself. He loves getting under her skin with no effort.]

Can't it be both?

[It was both. He's too cold to stand but he does twist in his seat to look up at her curiously.]

Bring back anything useful?

[turn_to_ashe]

Sure did.

[She snorts as she drops to one knee, examining the splintered wood. It'll do for a start, but the flames won't last all that long. Still better than nothing. The blanket opens to show that she's got cans and jars cradled against her chest with the other arm, which she now sets down. Chili...pickles...tins of Yum-O-Rama tapioca pudding.]

Never said it was for you, though.

[Never said it wasn't either, but that depends on how this plays out. The painting looks like it's no good for tinder, but she knows what is: acrylic stuffing. There's a reason every comforter sports a 'keep away from flames' warning tag, which, coincidentally, gets yanked right out and carelessly tossed into the firepit. She pulls at the seams where the tag hung out and pulls out a small fistful of stuffing to stretch it out like webbing over the kindling.]

Light it.

[good_bamf_ugly]

[He's quick to curiously inspect the blanket-delivered gifts and cans. He makes a face at them. She's sure resourceful but naturally he's got to complain.]

Puddin'? Now I gotta' freeze and starve to death? [He smirks.] You're cruel.

[As for the stuffing, he was actually thinking that too and was mulling over his head how he'd go about convincing her to give it up as he smoked, but she'd gone and done him the favor already. Begrudgingly. He'll take it wordlessly.

He sets up the stuffing as tinder and with still shivering fingers sets it ablaze. It actually doesn't smell that bad and manages to catch the canvas on fire. McCree gently blows on embers to help them grow and after a few patient moments they have a tiny but stable fire going.]

No sneezin' on my hard work, you hear?

[turn_to_ashe]

[Ashe watches, scrutinizing every little move with one arm draped over her knee. It's as if she's just waiting for him to screw up so she can shove him aside and handle it herself. Once those little flickers take root and spread, her furrowed brow and lop-sided sneer ease right up.]

Now that's more like it.

[She shoots him a sidelong smirk, one brow raised. And did he just seriously insinuate that was hard work?]

Oh, sure, real hard. I can see the sweat drippin'.

[Her posture is the next to relax as she stops leaning over her knee, falling back onto her hip into something a bit more casual now that she can feel the first touch of warmth seeping through that pervasive chill.]

[Then there's a second sidelong glance, more surreptitious than the first, to see if he's good with that alone. He can hide a lot behind that easygoing smile, but hypothermia's a lot tougher to keep under wraps.]