body heat

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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]

[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.]