HAPPY HOLIDAYS, YO.

[demonspawn]

generic holiday scenario meme STEP 1 Post your character. STEP 2 Roll for scenarios and hit up other characters. 1. You're My Christmas Present: For some reason, you're exchanging gifts. Whether they're actually good gifts is an entirely different matter altogether. 2. Kissin' By the Mistletoe: You're standing under the mistletoe. You do the math. 3. Walking in a Winter Wonderland: Two words: snow day! Enjoy the first snow of the season by starting a snowball fight, or maybe by hitting up the slopes. 4. Who Spiked the Eggnog?: Somebody put something with more of a kick than nutmeg into whatever both of you were drinking. Are you just pleasantly tipsy, or totally blitzed? 5. Baby, It's Cold Outside: Your typical blanket scenario fic. Maybe you got snowed in and the power is out, or maybe you got stranded in the mountains with nothing but a survival blanket between you; either way, now you have to share body heat! 6. Stuff Your Face With Stuffing: There is a lot of holiday food. (Including a hideous fruitcake.) It is your responsibility to eat it together. #. WILD CARD: Pick any of the above, or make up your own!

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LMAO I LOVE IT

[foreshadower]

[ Wow, he's just going to look Pickles over. He sure as fuck looks cold, but Shade's not so trapped, but he'll hang around, because there are some things you just don't fucking do, and one of those things is abandoning a guy in the middle of the snow.

But he wasn't going to just take him home, either. He deserved to suffer. ]

Oh, was it I who did the talking into now?

[ He's in his swag though, full coat and everything. For some reason, the cold doesn't touch him, but you know. Creepy immortal. ]

[zazz]

[Pickles has noticed the other guy's lack of shivering and miserableness and he loathes him for it. Just glaring. Glaring nigh literal icicles.]

Ye-Yeh! I remember yew sayin'--sayin'--fu-fuck, I'm too cold to remember! [In distress.] I-I don't know if I even know my na-name...!

[foreshadower]

[ He really loves his theatrics, ugh. ]

If I remember correctly, it's Pickles, some astounding musician and "ladies man". [ Yes, he offers that in quotes, but ok, he doesn't want the guy to fucking die, so he'll just offer his coat. Oh look, he has a suit jacket under it. And then a vest, and then his shirt. What a dick. ]

Take this until we come across something that resembles shelter.

[zazz]

Oh, yeh, that's right. I'm fu-fuckin' awesome. [He tries to smirk but loses it in a hard shiver.

He eyes the offered coat suspiciously.]

It's not gonna make me colder i-is it?

[He will always remember the acoustic guitar. Always.]

[foreshadower]

Colder? It's a coat!

[ Seriously!! Just let the acoustic guitar die, he thought it was a nice gift but geeze some people are dicks. ]

Besides, wouldn't you rather try to keep warm? I would hardly think it appropriate for you to die of hypothermia. I suspect a bear may find your body.

[zazz]

Shi-shit, there's bears out here, too??

[He snatches the coat up and shrugs it on quickly as if it would help against the bears and the cold. He pulled it closed instead of zipping or buttoning it or whatever, just folding his arms over it and jamming his hands under his armpits. He was still chattering, but it was a little better. A little.]

[foreshadower]

We're in the woods. There is some manner of wildlife in such areas. Particularly predators.

[ He keeps walking, though. He wasn't all that cold but, dude he's just like made of shadows. He used to get cold, but not so much anymore. It's a couple minutes, but he eventually catches sight of something in the dark, in the distance.

Good night vision too. ]

[zazz]

[He's basically following him, but little by little getting closer to him, thinking if he was so unaffected he must be super warm or something. Maybe he was a human radiator. Maybe that was his power. He was too focused on trying to get as close as possible without tripping up on him to notice anything in the distance. Not that he probably could see it or notice.]

I jest th-thaught bears were extinct here I-I-I-yeh.

[foreshadower]

[ Wow that was...creepy. He doesn't exactly move away, maybe it's some weird cold thing. People did weird things when they were cold. ]

Extinct? Heavens, no! [ And after he was relatively certain it might be in sight, he pointed. ]

Ah, look at that. Shelter.

[ Because what every trope needed was a random cabin in the woods. ]

[zazz]

They are in Ca-California.

[Sometimes he missed LA. Right now mostly for its heat and lack of bears.

It was excellent he didn't move away, now Pickles was firmly in his personal bubble, but he didn't feel any warmer. He squinted blearily through the night and falling snow, barely able to see anything but that and trees, but eventually he makes it out.]

G-Great! Dose al-always have hot chicks and bearskin rugs and-and dogs with brnady in those things. [Pause.] Or-or serial killers...

[foreshadower]

Bah, if it's a serial killer, you're in good company.

[ Or well, maybe good company. He kept walking, regardless. ]

I was once an assassin for hire, you know. I'm quite certain a serial killer would have a difficult time with me. [ He doesn't say it, but the 'with you, not so much' still somehow hangs in the air. ]

[zazz]

[If Pickles were more self-aware he would remark back the Shade was in good company, too, since generally most other people died instead of him, even when he was the target. But he wasn't, so he doesn't.

He glanced at him skeptically.]

Ass-ass-ass--fuck it, wh-whatever, I'll be-believe whatever you sa-say as long as--as. Get. Warm.

[foreshadower]

Fine, fine. Be quiet, your chattering is incredibly loud.

[ That was...rude. Anyway, they keep walking, and lo and behold, it's a cabin, but the door is locked.

But after a moment, with some finagling, and after passing a hand against the door, wherein his shadows did the work to pick the lock for him, the door opened.

That was handy. ]

[zazz]

[He shut up but not because he was obeying, but because his lips were getting pretty numb. It was warmer to suck them into his mouth. Now he's making a stupid face.

Man, that was totally sweet! Except Pickles was too busy standing there with his eyes closed, gripping the coat tighter as if he was willing it to be even warmer. He was shaking hard enough he felt like he could almost fall over. Curse his wirey frame.]

You-you might ha-have to drag m-me in.

[foreshadower]

Of course I do.

[ With something of a dramatic sigh, he slides his cane into the crook of his elbow, and leans forward to pick him up, bridal style. Yeah, that's right. Just deal with it, it'll all be over soon. ]

You do realize, this means you owe me, yes?

[zazz]

[Well, he hadn't been aiming for being carried like a princess, but it would do. He gave a small shout of surprise, though, arms shooting out to cling around his neck and fuck this was gay. Swiftly, he crossed his arms instead like this was totally not what he wanted, even though he was cuddling up close for warmth. Face pressed against his chest, with the possibility of drool. Look, shut up, it's about survival.]

Ye-yeh, okee, next chance yew need to be carried I'll--I'll find someone to pick yew u-up.

[foreshadower]

[ He wasn't going to offer a differing opinion, mostly because he wouldn't need to be carried. He wasn't quite so human that the sort of thing happened anymore.

Besides, if he came close to death, he'd eventually wake up, at least in most of his experiences.

That wasn't really here or there though, and he stepped through the door like some dark and sinister groom, with his very odd, very loud, very bitchy bride in his arms. ]

Oh come now, surely you can do better than that, hm? No need to reserve it just for the possibility that I'm being carried.

[zazz]

[The more he was carried the more he enjoyed it. It was nice not having to move your legs. He was settling in pretty comfortably now. If he ever got rich again he was going to have one servant just for this job.]

Okee, fi-fine I'll be yer wingman at a cl-club so yew can find a ni-nice fit guy to ca-carry yew all night long whenther yew nee-need it or nah-naht. Wha-whatever, dude.

[foreshadower]

As much as I am a lazy sort, I don't quite think I would prefer to be carried. There is some merit in walking, if at only a slow saunter.

[ And that's...pretty much as fast as he was walking, but as soon as they were in, he was setting him down, to at least look for something to light a fire with.

Too bad he wouldn't find anything. ]

[zazz]

Yer a we-weird guy.

[Because what normal person wouldn't want to be carried around? It had been nice.

He didn't bother to try to stand, just dropped to the floor and rolled up into a ball under the coat as best as possible.]

Du-dude, what's takin' so long, ma-make a fire already. Or-or get me whiskey and I'll set fire to so-something.

[foreshadower]

Yes, yes, I'm getting to it.

[ Except, even as he kept digging, there was nothing. Just great. He could, of course, fish around at home, but the point was to make the guy suffer.

So he only turned with disappointment on his face. ]

I'm afraid that we have nothing of the sort. Although there are blankets, it seems. One small mercy. [ He points out the pitiful stack of blankets that were probably no warmer than Shade's coat. ]

[zazz]

[Pickles did look like he was suffering. Look at him, he's a sad, frozen puddle on the floor, why do you want to see him like that??]

Wha-what are yew waitin' fo-fo-for?? The blankets wo-won't help if-if I'm de-dead!

[Man, servants these days.]

[foreshadower]

Of course, of course.

[ Man, Pickles. You are so lucky the Shade is always in good humor. He grabs the blankets, and unceremoniously tosses them in his direction, standing in the middle like it aint no thang. ]

Perhaps you will find it in yourself to don them, hm?

[zazz]

[He mumbles something like "jerkasstits" as he fumbles for the blankets just within reach. He yanks them over him pretty poorly, as his shins and feet are still sticking out, but he still fools himself for, like, 10 seconds into thinking he was warm by not shivering. But then it started up again, just as violent as before. He gave a pitiful sob:] Duu-uuu-ude.

[Maybe one day he should learn his name....]

[foreshadower]

[ Shade sighed, watching the entire thing with something that could be amusement, before he finally relented, stepping forward. ]

Really, the universe must be conspiring against you. Perhaps you have angered it? Or perhaps there's a lesson to be learned here.

[ He slid in next to Pickles, although he didn't get underneath the blanket. He sat there, one knee up, elbow on the knee, like the cold still hadn't touched him. ]