bakerstreet | ( let it snow )

❄ 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 ‧:❉:‧

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He clears his throat awkwardly in the face of her compliment, expression scrunching up for a moment.]

Clearly my toes mean more to me than my pride.

[His tone is standoffish, but he doesn't pull away more than that, waiting more or less patiently for Hawke to get herself ready. He watches her pull out her cloak and the fidget returns as he wrestles with the notion that he should maybe offer to help her. Unfortunately he can't quite get himself to actually do it, and instead just ends up standing there looking indecisive.]

[Hawke snorts something of a laugh and shoots him a smile as she pulls her cloak on and fastens it at the front.]

Pride can be rebuilt. I don't think even Anders could fix your toes if they were frostbitten.

[She glances back at Bodahn as she finishes, giving him a nod.]

I might not be back unless it stops snowing at some point. Don't worry about waiting up. [He gives her a nod. She glances at her dog and gives him a look as well, one he pointedly ignores in favor of wagging his tail and chuffing at her. Hawke turns back to Fenris.] Ready?

( let it snow )

uggghhh moving is stressful @___@

ugh, I know that feeling. /rubs