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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.

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[ he'd probably opt to freeze unless it's someone on nekoma ~~maybe~~ or shouyo but if we want to roll with assumed cr it's possibly open! ]

[OOC: Pre-Avengers? Also, I'm open to shipping if you are. Let me know if you'd like me to change anything.]

Nat clenched her teeth as she shivered. She could stand the cold up to a point, but this was ridiculous. The mission had all but been a colossal failure and they'd had to retreat to an abandoned cabin for the night. To make matters worse, there was no heat to speak of and the temperature was dropping.

She looked at Clint and smirked. "Nice unseasonally tropical weather for Canada, eh?"

[ it's an average day at headquarters. unfortunately, an average day for them is pretty unusual. this particular day has left the entirety of the garrison hunkered down in their rooms, at the mercy of the elements in the wake of the sudden and concise demise of the building's heating system.

keith is not often cold. which means he's not the best at tolerating it. he's not the type to spend the day in bed, but today, he's been bundled up with a blanket since he woke up shivering. the only thing that stirs him is a polite knock outside his quarters. even that takes him a solid minute to respond to. he trudges his way over to the door, still swathed in soft fabric, and opens it with some difficulty because of his cold-numb fingers. ]