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

Catra | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

[plentystrong]

[bearshermark]

The cold whipped through the cracks of the decrepit cabin he'd thought to take refuge in, but it seemed je wasn't the only one.

Eleven shivered as he bent down for the one blanket, then stepped forward to offer it out to the stranger.

"Here. You should have it."

[plentystrong]

Oh, poor, unsuspecting stranger. You have presented Catra with a conundrum: take blanket, because it's cold and Catra cannot stand it, or refuse blanket to protect her pride. She glowers at him, which, while usually intimidating, is currently not quite so due to the fact that she is shivering heavily. The cold penetrates what little fur she has easily and seeps into her bones at a devastating pace.

So, she harrumphs and snatches the blanket out of Eleven's hands without so much as a thank you and wraps it around herself. "Fine. Whatever." That's all the has to say before she huddles herself on the singular creaky bed in the room, tucking in her partially bare feet in hopes to warm them at least a little.

[bearshermark]

Eleven smiles for a moment until the cold robs him of it. He settles on the floor with his back against the bed, then pulls his knees to his chest to conserve as much heat as possible. He breathes into his hands and rubs them together.

"What's- what's your name?"

[plentystrong]

Oh, so he wants to socialize? Wow, the day could not possibly be going -- wait, she should probably not finish that sentence. Not even in her thoughts. There's always a way things can get worse.

But as it is, it's pretty bad already. Catra just hopes he isn't one of those friendly do-gooders. There are too many of those in her life. She snorts derisively. "My name is none of your business. Neither is anything else, so don't ask."

[bearshermark]

It was far from the answer he expected. Sure, she hadn't seemed the friendliest of people, but making conversation had seemed like a good idea to give them both something other than the cold to think about. Still, they would have to share the space until the blizzard ebbed, so it wouldn't do to insist and antagonize her further.

"Okay," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. He curled his upper body into his legs with his face tucked between his knees for warmth. His apology came slightly muffled. "Sorry."

[plentystrong]

The thing is, Catra doesn't want to think about anything else. She wants to think about how miserable she is and how miserable she's always been and how the world owes her for this. She's an expert as stewing in her misery. In fairness, there's been quite a lot of it.

Friendly, chatty strangers tend to rub in the fact that she can't be like that. She's angry and surly and she clings to that because it's all she knows. Friendliness is for other people.

So she doesn't answer him anymore, just curls in on herself even more. The cold makes her sleepy and her eyelids start drooping. And Catra may not know much about cold climates, but she knows that's bad news, so she looks around the room. And, would you look at that? There's a dirty fireplace on one wall.

"Hey. You," she says, because she has much less of a problem talking to people when it's to issue commands. "You got anything to make a fire?"

[bearshermark]

Eleven frowns and shudders through another shiver. His magic is drained with no warmth to call a spark to his fingers, but..

"...I can try."

He immediately regrets unfurling, but Eleven shuffles across the small cabin to kneel before the fireplace. As expected, no flame comes to his fingertips, but he reaches into his bag to withdraw a handful of rocks, and sets to work attempting to strike different pairs of together correctly in the hopes of doing so before his hands go altogether numb.

[plentystrong]

Well, well, well. How convenient that this guy goes about making the fire himself without Catra having to explicitly tell him to. She wasn't wrong about him, but she's beginning to see she can use this to her advantage. He'll be easy to bend to her will, for sure.

"Well? What's taking so long?" She barks, friendly as usual.

[bearshermark]

"S-sorry," he said, teeth chattering.

The cold shivering through his body grew into full-on shudders until his hands shook too much to manage coordination. Eleven worked to hold them steady, but the rocks were barely making contact anymore.

He dropped them and fell back against the wall with a hard breath. Eleven curled back into himself in hopes of regaining any warmth.

"Too c-cold. M-maybe you can.."

[plentystrong]

Didn't take long for hero boy to crap out, did it? If she's got another Kyle on her hands, she's shit outta luck. Catra always has energy to roll her eyes dramatically and fire off a sarcastic remark, so she does. "I've got to do everything myself around here, don't I?"

But she gets up from her perch, blanket wrapped tightly around her, and joins Eleven at the fireplace. Once she sees the rocks in his hands, she frowns in confusion. "Wait, were you trying to use rocks for this?"

Coming from a technological wasteland herself, something as low-tech as flint is not familiar to her at all.

[inkedspell]

Being thrown through a gate into another dimension sucked. It sucked the last time it happened and it sucked this time. Especially when she couldn't tell if this was just another area in the Mystlands or somewhere else all together. All she knew what that it was cold. Not blizzard levels, but between the rain and the wind that felt like it wanted to strip her skin right off her bones, she wasn't sure it was better.

The low-ceiling cave she found herself in kept most of the storm out, and she could tell that it had been used for this purpose before. Scorch marks and ashes on the ground inside of a circle of stones, dried sticks shoved into a corner. It looks old but hopefully still flammable.

Then she hears something else out in the storm. She gets closer to the entrance but doesn't stick her head out. Lightning flashed and the world went white. She brought her arm up and squinted her eyes, looking into the torrents of rain. It was hard to see...maybe someone else had been thrown through the gate too?

"Hey, someone out there?"

[plentystrong]

Damn Entrapta and her portals, and damn Hordak for deciding to use Catra as a guinea pig as punishment for her transgressions. She is having a decidedly unfun time as she is thrown through the portal, and to make matters worse, she ends up in the midst of pouring rain.

Wow. She hates her life.

As the wetness hits her, she yelps loudly and jerks mid-air; it is only thanks to her extraordinary reflexes that she hits the ground on all fours. She frantically looks around for cover, and quickly her eyes come upon the opening of a cave, so she dashes toward it as quick as she can.

Except she is halted in her tracks when she hears a voice coming from inside. Asking probably the stupidest question she could be asking, in Catra's opinion. "Yeah, and I'm freezing. Now step aside, I'm coming in."

[inkedspell]

When your glasses are foggy and you're mostly blind, sometimes you have to make choices about whether or not to put a target on your back. Sarona unfortunately doesn't have enough self-preservation to pick the other option. But she does have a small piece of metal she will shift into a weapon if she has to.

She wipes the fog from her glasses again and steps back but keeps herself ready.

"Great use of your nice words," she says. "Keep it up and I'll leave you out there."

Except Sarona knows she wouldn't. She's not that much of an asshole.

[plentystrong]

Wow. This stranger is seriously admonishing Catra about her manners? In this climate? What a sure-fire way to get Catra's hackles raised. "I wasn't asking, idiot," she growls and stomps her way in, shoving the stranger in the process.

[inkedspell]

So this girl obviously isn't one for jokes, Sarona realizes. She could have shoved her back, or used the weapon in her hand, but she doesn't. She moves to the side, although she doesn't avoid the shove entirely. It's hard to do that when she's still waiting for all of the fog to fade from her glasses. Stepping back further into the cave and away from the opening helps.

"Name-calling? However will I survive those verbal daggers?" She rolls her eyes. "But sure, come on in, please pay no mind to the mess. I haven't had a chance to clean up yet."

By mess she means the dead fire, the pile of sticks, and she she thinks are smoothed around of ground near the firepit that she thinks was meant for sleeping.

[plentystrong]

Sorry, Sarona, Catra is only really one for jokes when she's the one making them. And definitely not when she is being rained on. Once inside, she shakes herself, letting raindrops fly away from her mass of long, thick hair. Good luck with that, Sarona.

But she's done quickly and proceeds to take in her surroundings. She's aware Sarona was being sarcastic when she said to pay no mind to the mess, but, well, clearly someone lives here.

Catra goes over to the fireplace, sniffs it. Unfortunately, it gives her no specific information. She remains crouched and looks at the small fireplace and ground area. "Well, wouldn't want to be whoever lives like this."

Really. Horde accomodations are lavish compared to whatever's going on here.