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grouphugs2016-12-22 03:32 am
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[MEME] time to stay warm
[ Look, okay, she can still feel the cold when she has her cuffs on. ]
[Give me dumb cuddly things, y'all. I love it so much.]
[ flannel is a good option. it's warm and toasty and an excellent choice when the weather outside is truly frightful. kara hasn't gotten outside once today, and she has no plans to change that.
the noise at the door takes her by surprise — she hadn't ordered any takeout, and alex was in geneva for real this time — but a quick look over reveals mon-el's familiar (if not oddly vibrating) form. ]
Mon-El? [ opening said door explains the vibrations. ] Are you — where's your jacket?!
the noise at the door takes her by surprise — she hadn't ordered any takeout, and alex was in geneva for real this time — but a quick look over reveals mon-el's familiar (if not oddly vibrating) form. ]
Mon-El? [ opening said door explains the vibrations. ] Are you — where's your jacket?!
[ hey sara, how are you? are you cold? it's pretty cold in this bunker, isn't it? for human beings, anyway, it's pretty cold.
waiting for mr i-have-too-much-body-heat to scout out the tundra, kara and sara have the unfortunate joy of waiting in this frigid wasteland. granted, it's not really fair to call it a wasteland. there are tables and chairs and other proper furnishings for a bunker, but it's boring and kara is tired of waiting around for somebody else's all clear.
feet tapping anxiously, kara cranes her neck to try and peek out the windows. maybe this time, sara won't spot her doing it. subtlety and subterfuge are not her forte, though, so that's pretty unlikely. ]
waiting for mr i-have-too-much-body-heat to scout out the tundra, kara and sara have the unfortunate joy of waiting in this frigid wasteland. granted, it's not really fair to call it a wasteland. there are tables and chairs and other proper furnishings for a bunker, but it's boring and kara is tired of waiting around for somebody else's all clear.
feet tapping anxiously, kara cranes her neck to try and peek out the windows. maybe this time, sara won't spot her doing it. subtlety and subterfuge are not her forte, though, so that's pretty unlikely. ]
[ come join oliver 'i spent the better part of five years on an island in the north china sea and don't get cold' queen ]
[ how did they get this far into winter without him owning a jacket? it's a mystery. kara gestures for him to come inside — because he obviously can't just stand outside her doorway shivering himself to death — before turning towards the coat closet. none of her coats will fit him, but surely winn or james have left something behind at some point that would work?
an oversized hoodie, a leftover from some night who knows how long ago, will have to do. kara tosses it towards him with a careful underhand. ]
We have to get you a jacket. Put that on. [ and then, softer, ] Do you want some tea? Hot cocoa? I have coffee too, do you want that instead?
an oversized hoodie, a leftover from some night who knows how long ago, will have to do. kara tosses it towards him with a careful underhand. ]
We have to get you a jacket. Put that on. [ and then, softer, ] Do you want some tea? Hot cocoa? I have coffee too, do you want that instead?
[ i can't think of something hilarious to put here but heck yes to this meme ]
[ in the middle of winter, in the middle of the night, two full days after she should have gone home but didn't — well, suffice it to say, this isn't the best time for the power to go out. especially not a few days before christmas, when emergency maintenance is likely slim to none, and a response could take hours.
with a sigh, kara sits up, tugging the heavy down comforter with her. ]
That's not good.
with a sigh, kara sits up, tugging the heavy down comforter with her. ]
That's not good.
( Helena Bertinelli feels like she's been drawing the short fucking straw for decades, now. Old news is old news: family slaughtered, raised by assassins, bullied by Batman, treated as a monstrosity by just about everyone. That was fine. She could live with it; it wasn't like she'd ever done everything else.
But then things happened the way they always happen, and she got spat out into some other reality. The relief at hearing the word Canary had ended rather rapidly, it must be said. Nothing like finding out one of the only friends you have (three, really, she has basically three friends) either doesn't remember or doesn't exist. She's not sure how all this crap works, that was Barbara's area.
The point is, she's been in a Bad Mood™ for the three weeks she's been stuck in this social hellscape in a flying death trap with a bunch of people whose hair probably belongs in a commercial for conditioner. The ones who shave it off probably did so out of sheer shame (and by the way Captain Cold? Heat Wave? What the fuck, alternate universe?) And now Helena is stuck with Not Dinah, her Not Buddy, in a place where they are Not Warm. Twelve hours to the schedule pick up, mission accomplished, but oh, God forbid that medieval Scotland have God damn heating.
TL;DR - behold, 5'11" of moodiness with a Sicilian accent and murderous-at-best inclinations, reporting for warmth. She's sticking it out from pure stubbornness, but it's concern for Dinah (""""""Sara"""""") that makes her relent from her place sitting with her back against the wall - did I mention she's sulking? )
We'll be warmer if we share it.
( The bed, she means. The one bed. The one bed that is very nice, fit for a Lord, if you are from the Dark Ages. )
But then things happened the way they always happen, and she got spat out into some other reality. The relief at hearing the word Canary had ended rather rapidly, it must be said. Nothing like finding out one of the only friends you have (three, really, she has basically three friends) either doesn't remember or doesn't exist. She's not sure how all this crap works, that was Barbara's area.
The point is, she's been in a Bad Mood™ for the three weeks she's been stuck in this social hellscape in a flying death trap with a bunch of people whose hair probably belongs in a commercial for conditioner. The ones who shave it off probably did so out of sheer shame (and by the way Captain Cold? Heat Wave? What the fuck, alternate universe?) And now Helena is stuck with Not Dinah, her Not Buddy, in a place where they are Not Warm. Twelve hours to the schedule pick up, mission accomplished, but oh, God forbid that medieval Scotland have God damn heating.
TL;DR - behold, 5'11" of moodiness with a Sicilian accent and murderous-at-best inclinations, reporting for warmth. She's sticking it out from pure stubbornness, but it's concern for Dinah (""""""Sara"""""") that makes her relent from her place sitting with her back against the wall - did I mention she's sulking? )
We'll be warmer if we share it.
( The bed, she means. The one bed. The one bed that is very nice, fit for a Lord, if you are from the Dark Ages. )
Edited 2016-12-22 17:30 (UTC)
[ she'll be the least surprised of all to find out that not every idea he has goes according to plan. this trip, a way to remember the time spent on lian yu, without dredging trauma they've done their best to leave behind. hence the lack of camping gear and solitude in location.
a silver lining; the shelter they put together is holding up, keeping frigid winds from making their night miserable. easier to just be when he's alone with sara; she understands, in ways that no one else ever could, the only other witness to a few of his darkest moments. stirring the fire, he looks across the flames, letting their eyes meet briefly ]
Thanks...for coming. This is what I miss, you know? How free things felt when we were on the island. [ a brief pause, his lips pulling into a smile ] When we weren't constantly near death. [ as much as their campfire is helping, the stark drop in temperature is still winning out ]
a silver lining; the shelter they put together is holding up, keeping frigid winds from making their night miserable. easier to just be when he's alone with sara; she understands, in ways that no one else ever could, the only other witness to a few of his darkest moments. stirring the fire, he looks across the flames, letting their eyes meet briefly ]
Thanks...for coming. This is what I miss, you know? How free things felt when we were on the island. [ a brief pause, his lips pulling into a smile ] When we weren't constantly near death. [ as much as their campfire is helping, the stark drop in temperature is still winning out ]
[ kara's pretty invincible, as far as superheroes go. the whole alien dna thing works out in her favor — it would practically take a kryptonite bomb to really do her in. and when it comes to winter, well, kara doesn't get cold, at least not in the same way that other people do. she wears a jacket and can tell the difference in the temperatures, sure, but frostbite has never been a concern for her.
that is, until she'd found herself on the wrong end of caitlin's icy grip, her own foolhardy gesture knocking the cuff undone. it hadn't taken more than a second for the ice to surround kara's skin, thick layers of it roping around her, and while caitlin fumbled with the cuff, the air around them became thick with frost.
so much for a fun winter activity. ]
that is, until she'd found herself on the wrong end of caitlin's icy grip, her own foolhardy gesture knocking the cuff undone. it hadn't taken more than a second for the ice to surround kara's skin, thick layers of it roping around her, and while caitlin fumbled with the cuff, the air around them became thick with frost.
so much for a fun winter activity. ]
[ a few years and he's mostly over no longer being a billionaire; times like this, though, there's a certain nostalgia for when hired help had existed, or how his family's sprawling mansion had been attached to a generator. star city winters could be pretty mild, comparatively speaking, unfortunately kara has the bad fortune of visiting during the worst one in decades.
being a vigilante does have benefits, though. like how he's bolt awake at the sound of the power shutting off ] It's probably just the breaker...happens all the time. Wait here. [ look, kara, he's a terrible liar and that's something you're just going to have to accept.
and also incredibly resistant to the cold; which explains the padding barefoot away from the bed, in a pair of green (shut up, it's legitimately his favorite color) boxer-briefs. not that his absence last longs; when he comes back, there's lit candle in his left hand, and he's looking at her in that slightly guilty way oliver has mastered ]
It's the whole neighborhood. Might be a few hours before a crew can make it out.
being a vigilante does have benefits, though. like how he's bolt awake at the sound of the power shutting off ] It's probably just the breaker...happens all the time. Wait here. [ look, kara, he's a terrible liar and that's something you're just going to have to accept.
and also incredibly resistant to the cold; which explains the padding barefoot away from the bed, in a pair of green (shut up, it's legitimately his favorite color) boxer-briefs. not that his absence last longs; when he comes back, there's lit candle in his left hand, and he's looking at her in that slightly guilty way oliver has mastered ]
It's the whole neighborhood. Might be a few hours before a crew can make it out.
Edited 2016-12-22 17:51 (UTC)
(Bring on everything from sibling bonding to the heater being on the fritz!)
Edited 2016-12-22 18:05 (UTC)
[ he's always taken a certain amount of pride in being ready to deal with most situations; especially since those five years away, when survival on a day to day basis wasn't guaranteed, and the only thing that could be relied on...was him. maybe that's why their current predicament is such a stinging blow; mild as the winters typically were in star city, his obliviousness to the oncoming snow storm had left the two of them confined within the foundry. a state of the art lair for vigilante action; housing enough of an arsenal to fend off a small army...and yet not a single bit of that helped with the cold.
still, blue vinyl mats that lined the floor were comfortable enough, if not quite bed like, and after checking for the fifth time to make sure the power remained out, he took a seat beside laurel, closer than friends normally would. ]
You okay? [ they had bottled water and the large supply of proteins bars he kept stocked; though, in that moment, oliver would have gladly traded both for hot cocoa. eyebrows knitting together, his head turns, gaze falling on her ] Laurel...you're shivering.
still, blue vinyl mats that lined the floor were comfortable enough, if not quite bed like, and after checking for the fifth time to make sure the power remained out, he took a seat beside laurel, closer than friends normally would. ]
You okay? [ they had bottled water and the large supply of proteins bars he kept stocked; though, in that moment, oliver would have gladly traded both for hot cocoa. eyebrows knitting together, his head turns, gaze falling on her ] Laurel...you're shivering.
[Thea was staying over while between apartments, the memories had been too much to handle alone and Oliver had suggested it over her just moving into a hotel. But tonight was the worst cold snap in ages so she was a trembling wreck on the sofa post an attempt at finding a space heater. She was also under just about every blanket she could find by this point.]
Ollie! Heat's on the brink!
Ollie! Heat's on the brink!
There are certain things Cisco hates. He hates banana flavored candy and people who hate Star Wars. He hates when people get mad about his commentaries through movies and pine-scented air freshener. But he would totally accept all of these things if meant he never had to be cold because that, sir, is just miserable. That biting, bone-deep, can't-get-warm-no-matter-what-you-do cold is just the worst. And when the heat went out in the apartment because of some freak snow storm no one could have had a chance to predict--and Cisco has half a mind to wonder if it's a meta they just haven't found yet--that's exactly what he has to deal with.
One good thing does come out of it, though: A perfectly good reason to lay in bed, piled under blankets and curled against his boyfriend who, thankfully, is a pretty good human-shaped space heater.
"This sucks." He mumbles, the pout he's wearing perfectly clear in his voice. "I hate winter."
One good thing does come out of it, though: A perfectly good reason to lay in bed, piled under blankets and curled against his boyfriend who, thankfully, is a pretty good human-shaped space heater.
"This sucks." He mumbles, the pout he's wearing perfectly clear in his voice. "I hate winter."
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