The OC above you is cold

claim machine go brr haha (but im gonna write it tomorrow because it is LATE here, hope you don't mind!) response in the cut!

@NP - tessa's from a desert so she's basically never prepared for cold environments lmao, it's always colder than she expects it to be 8')

Fisher blinked once, twice....Trying not to acknowledge the very scary looking woman next to them, the turnip-headed farmer coughed into their sleeve, staring up at some of the snowflakes as they fell gently. Their eyes darted back to Tessa for a moment, watching her face twitch with a noticeable chill she tried to hide. Fisher looked away, kicking their foot out as the traffic slowed at the crosswalk.

"....It's cold," They muttered softly, trying to ease the nervous tension, "....Don't you think?"

No real response, just a hum of slight acknowledgement. They watched her shoulder twitch as the wind blew a little past the two, rustling some of the leaves on the farmer's head.

"...Need a scarf?" They reached to the basket they held. They bought one a long time ago, but....It was uncomfortable.

The bus was running late. Selene checked the time on her phone. 4:17 p.m. The bus should have been here over fifteen minutes ago. 

Selene looked over at the person sitting next to her. They had green hair and were a little smaller than her. The stranger was shivering and hugging themselves trying to stay warm. Selene thought it was strange, but then she remembered that she was an animal. The cold didn't bother her very much because she had thick fur. 

The person turned their head and met Selene's glance for a moment.

 "It's pretty cold this evening," they said quietly.

Selene nodded her head. Soon, the stranger turned their head back to their original position. Selene looked at her phone again, but looked up again because of a noise she heard. Th e stranger had let out a small sneeze and was shivering even more. "Oh, excuse me..." they said politely. Man, was it really that cold? Selene began to feel sorry for the stranger. She gently put her tail around the stranger in hopes it would help warm them.

The blonde tilted her head upwards, tapping her finger against her chin. She examined the menu hanging at the ceiling, tilting her head as she read the words scrawled on it. This was put to a halt when she felt a tap on her shoulder. After feeling a tinge of anxiety, Zinnia turned her head around to face a white-pelted squirrel. While she listened to the elder party speak, Zinnia briefly allowed the corners of her lips to twitch.

"Heh, I didn't expect it to snow this much..." Zinnia squeaked, gesturing towards the window behind the two. A flurry of snow was currently pouring down; the teenager realized how hard it was actually snowing. She paused to tilt her head down, examining the squirrel's boots. Judging by how she was dressed, Zinnia assumed that Selene was not prepared for this weather, too.

"I like your boots, by the way..." Zinnia squeak, gesturing at the shoes the woman sported; they were littered with polka dots, which stood out a little from the lilac rubber. After Zinnia paused to glance in front of her, she shifted closer after the person in front of her stopped walking.

"So, uhm, what are you getting?" Zinnia inquired in an attempt to change the subject. She listened to the squirrel speak while she ruffled her blonde locks, tussling with them so that she  could get her bangs out of her eyes and the melting snow out of her hair.

"I've been getting a whole ton of cocoa lately, but I think I'm gonna change things up. I know that this is gonna sound silly, but I think I might get one of those lemonade thingies. Those are my absolute favorite." Zinnia paused to shift closer in line again.

"Oh, are you going to work? I bet that's gonna be super hard, considering all the...yeah, the snow. Well, uh, maybe I'll see you later?"

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NP, Zinnia dons a sweater a lot, but don't make that stop you! I don't care whether you make her sport one of her t-shirts in her alternate outfit tab, or you make her feel really cold. Go all out!

fucking finally I spoiler a response due to length. dw about content though!! this is just a wholesome interaction featuring Brown being a not-mom to Zinnia (+ a slight mention of fizz's Roswell at the end. I need to update her forum game notes to account for the trinket don't nerf me /lh)- u_u

   - I'M WHEEZING AT THIS I'M ERGVRETGVRTFRFV- Brown after getting spurned like That so quickly.

As a cold and shivering Brown walks the un-shoveled pavement, the slippery snow making it difficult to walk in, perhaps she had to take baby steps at a time so she wouldn't slip. A rather giddy Rylex walks past her, with an extra hop in his steps. He stops quite a ways ahead of her and does a smooth moonwalk to meet her. Once side by side with her, he does a pop dance and shifts his body to meet her. The energetic soldier with a giant grin on his face, showing off them pearly whites! "Oh you is cold Ms Brown? You is in need of warmth Ms Brown?" Then bends down to slap his knee to emphasize, "YOU IS IN NEED OF HELP, Ms Brown?" Then stands back up straight, looking around. As if trying to find people. "Ohh wait. Where is yo man? Where dat boy you like mo dan Rylex? Where he at? He gone come out here to save ol' poor lil Ms Brown?" Then looks back to her, shaking his head. "Oww. No one be here Ms Brown. Looks like you've got yoself a situation here. What is we gone do? Well. Goodluck! I ain't on duty. So I isn't just gone drop what I be do'n and save any ol' civilian." Rylex blows a kiss to Brown, "Good day to you Ms Brown." Then cockily and purposely just dances ahead, without helping her. Then shouts back to her, "Dun worry, you won't freeze, Wolf's got thick black fur don't she?"

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(I am legit laughing so hard RN!! 🤣😆😂 Beautiful!!!)

Rylex, cold AF on the other side. Giving Rane a look of desperation, with them puppy eyes. The niave soldier didn't know why he wasn't let in. Surely a hero would help right? Regardless of what had conspired between the two as of late. He places his hands on the window as Rane did too. Perhaps the hero will use his fire powers to heat through the glass to hel-

 But when the red headed boy just ends up flipping him the bird Rylex yanks his hands back. Now squinting at the other now...

"Oh,  I'm. Sorry." He speaks from inside a locked cafe, one that he took control of and purposefully blocked off entry from.  Outside, in the cold of Boston's snowy winter stands Rylex, who unfortunately wasn't being allowed inside. 

Rane leans against a large window between them, using his shoulder to keep himself propped as he arches a brow in slight humor and gives a small, one sided shrug. "I didn't know you were out there, wooow. It must be really cold! Kind of a fucking shame that we're in here and you're out there." Ignoring the confusion from the random citizens within the cafe, he turns his full form to face the other, one hand pressing itself against the glass with all fingers before slowly melting into a single, middle one. 

"Guess you should've packed an extra scarf or something, asshole."

The shack was... cold. Obviously, or else this post wouldn't exist. The building was a shittily-kept, dilapidated cabin nestled amongst the western mountains. Nerine figured she could handle such weather just fine on her own, but alas didn't take into account any visitors, or the fact that somehow someone would stumble upon her abode. So, when a less-than-thrilled young man dropped in from Boston -- whatever the fuck that was -- she was just as irked as him.

Mostly because she had to harbor a man! Of all things! Why couldn't the heavens give her a lovely damsel to bring under her wing? His entire existence was a pain for her at the moment, especially when noting his crabbiness.

Crouched in a bare corner, Nerine tucked the bottom of her face into the blue sash around her neck, listening to Rane blather on about how chilly it was. She couldn't understand. Didn't he have pyrokinesis? Something like that? She hadn't really considered someone with fire powers stopping by, but considered her trying to keep them warm a bit foolish. Maybe she should chase him out, too. If his powers were as saucy as he was, she wouldn't be able to stand it! Nor would her house.

"If it's so cold, maybe you should get up off your ass and do something useful." she snapped at him, "Do some work for me. It'll warm you up, if you're too lazy to just light the hearth on your own. I'm sure you saw that fence out in the back. Go on and hammer the stakes in."

Hospitality was not her strong suit. But also it was HIS fault for NOT being a HOT WOMAN instead of a flaming gremlin.

"I have firewood out in the back, too, if you'll drag it in." She carried on. Slowly, she rose to her feet, and then took a lumbering step towards Rane. The old floorboards creaked underneath her, and as did the walls as the outside winds blew against them. "I promise I won't just shut you out. The lock doesn't work, and I don't have much to barricade myself in with... And, besides, I don't want to be set on a pyre. That will be unfortunate for the both of us, won't it? I don't think anyone else in Haratel would let you in."

Except, she was genuinely thinking about throwing him out. Maybe... Maybe the blizzard would negate his fists of flaming fury..? Yeah... Yeah, maybe that would happen... Maybe... Hopefully...

FINALLY, A FOLLOW-UP POST.

“Oh! Oh!” Smith quickly exclaimed while quickly closing the door behind the two women, “You’re lucky that you, uh, came around here as soon as you did, miss! I just heard from one of my servants that there was a bout of dragon’s breath outside, and that was… Well…” She paused before rubbing the back of her neck. “... That was a bit severe for even northerner standards, wasn’t it? I mean…” With a chiming laugh, Smith carefully held her hand to her mouth before pointing her other hand in the direction of the salon… Or the nearest salon, in fact. Yes, there were multiple salons.

Oh, to be rich… And not have to worry about the heating turning off on a whim…

Alas, even wealth couldn’t save the young aristocrat from the inevitable as she continued to chirp, “I’m sure it’s not a hassle for someone like you - right, miss? Oh I hope I’m not being too much of a nuisance, but…” She giggled and gesticulated vaguely with her hands. “... You know how it goes, I suppose…” Smith then pranced over to the room she had pointed to earlier, her heels delicately clicking against the floor while she did so. Was she even aware if the other party had heeded her directions? Probably not.

Hell, there was a good chance that she was just used to people being stoic and cranky with her. Poor Smith. It did bother her, but she just… Seemed to deflect it like oil going down a duck’s feathers- Though even a duck drenched in oil would’ve done better than Smith by any means. Just look at the way she hummed even while waiting for a servant to pass by so that she could tell them what to do!

She did, however, converse with her guest in the meanwhile as she remarked, “But that asides, I hope your work hasn’t been too much of a hassle, miss? I don’t think there’s been a lot of fighting up here, but… You know how it goes… There’s always conflict on a whim- Though I do remember you not being that, uh, interested in politics, right? This space is pretty political, you know. My husband happens to be one of the most prestigious politicians in the region.” Which probably implied that they’d get along terribly, but it’s fiiiiiiine. He wasn’t here right now, was he?

Smith glanced over her shoulder to check for his presence before sighing, “But… With that out of the way… Do you want something to drink, miss?” Finally, she peered over at the soldier once more just for the sake of reading her reaction… If there was any in the first place, of course. “I have plenty of tea leaves available for brewing if you want! Or maybe, uh, some fruit… I don’t know the exact berries, though, if I have to be honest with you…” Honey… She batted her lashes while wringing her hands together.

“But do make yourself comfortable, yes?” she suggested, “I’ll be busy for a bit, but I’ll come back to attend to you…” She paused. “Like good hostesses do, right?” the young woman asked almost sheepishly as her muscles tensed, though one of her feet did prominently stick out to the side… Hopefully that wasn’t a harbinger of anything ill.

   - OKAY I KEEP FORGETTING TO RESPOND TO THIS, BUT.... I'd die for Ram tbh..... also Smith would 10/1 die for a cat on her shoulder even if it means getting stabbed by those claws a bit defsvcsdfsrfdv- :")))

[pre-hospice to help ya respond!!]

Ram didn't like humans. Being a feral cat, it was just his nature. Not to mention, the fear of being caught and trapped inside. He had seen his kind trapped inside. Ram would go nuts if he was alone and unable to travel about. Never being able to see the ocean..

This human however. Her hands ungloved. Barren. Shivering. He was cold himself in the snow, but.. Humans always wore big coats and gloves in this weather. With a conflicted heart, he hesitated to appear to her. A soft trill came from him as he peered around a corner. Almost as if he were saying 'hello'. Language barriers and all that.. He crept closer and rubbed against her legs. His fur should be fluffy enough to at least help them.

The large ticked tabby then suddenly climbed her leg, uncut claws dug into her and scrambled up her back. Then he stood on her shoulders and laid down. This was.. Surprisingly comfortable. Hopefully this wasn't unwanted company to the trainer. 

Daisy knew little about cats. After all, she's not exactly .. a dog, herself. With that being said, unlike most canines, Daisy didn't throw a fucking temper tantrum when she saw Ram, visibly stressed out in the below freezing weather.
Help the thing, you mong.

She quickly scurried up towards the feline, cautiously keeping her distance, of course. Daisy didn't know what the hell this .. beast was capable of. But hey, he looked like he wasn't going to claw the shit out of her? Perhaps? Don't be so hopeful.
Nonetheless, the Pekingese knew close to null about how to 'warm somebody up,' but she knew this thing was harmless. However, he looked damn tough, too -- like he's been out in the wilderness for a hot second. 

That sentence was close to pun worthy, but I digress.

Daisy took her time sniffing at the other creature, before promptly rolling over onto her side. She eyed him, possibly prompting for him to curl up next to her for warmth. If he was going to turn into a popsicle, they might as well do it together.

np, daisy is literally a hellish beast. if you find it difficult to reply to such a thing, kent is always there too!

With a snort, Beatrice glanced over the shoulder of the slumped figure before pointing out rather bluntly, "You're cold." Thanks, captain obvious. Her voice devoid of any emotion (sympathy, contempt, etcetera), the journalist coughed into her sleeve before straightening her posture and adjusting the position of her... Fedora. Wait a second.

Though not in her normal hat, the older woman continued to drone as if nothing was unusual about this arrangement, "Just wanted to point that out, of course. I know how occupied you are with your studies, good fellow, but you can't neglect yourself like that. It's going to hurt you more in the end than anything else. Trust me." A slightly concerned lilt snuck into the last few words in her assertion before she glanced over her shoulder and - once more - regarded the shelves around them with awe. Even if she wasn't religious, there was definitely something special about being surrounded by books - for she found them one of the most potent sources of information out there-

She glanced back at them for a moment, then shifted a step away without a word. Maybe Beatrice just wanted to give them space, but her gaze - still fixed on the bookshelves before the two parties - sort of betrayed otherwise. Uh oh.

"I have my coat if you want it," she told them while gesturing at the coat that she was indeed wearing at the moment. Wow! Just as promised! One could see Beatrice crack the faintest smile at her not-so-funny gibe as she huffed, "It's a bit heavy on the shoulders and arms though, at least for someone of your physique. Still, maybe you'll appreciate it. You look like the type of person who'd just wear it after saying thanks, then not do much more. I'd appreciate that over someone gushing about a coat for - uh - at least an hour just because I happened to be kind enough to give it to them when it was cold." Whatever the hell that meant. Did that even happen to Beatrice, who was already starting to take it off.

In the process of doing so, the elderly woman admitted, "If I have to be honest with you, though... I think it might be shocking as to what I wear underneath that coat." Which was a blouse, by the way. Beatrice's fashion choices, as well as priorities, sure were questionable. "- But at least it's better than wearing a sweater underneath a coat. My home is pretty warm and balmy anyhow. I heard that heat exhaustion is not only inconvenient, but also a bit painful and dangerous." Thanks! Beatrice then stepped back towards the ghoul just so she could drape the coat over the back of their chair. Then step back... Towards the shelves she had been staring at earlier.

Awkward.

"I shouldn't interrupt your studies any further," Beatrice muttered under her breath after a period of silence, just audible enough for the ghoul to hear for a moment. Though, alas, her words were as generic and cryptic as ever. Right? "I... Can attend to other duties, or fellows in the abbey, if need be." And that was when she looked back over at the books. Damn it, Beatrice, just tell them you think the libraries are neat and want to check them out. Unless... Beatrice took another step back. "I can only hope your painting turns out well, mm? I can attest to how difficult it can be at times." Whatever that meant, at least without further context.

@ NP: Beatrice is somewhat resistant to the cold for the most part, as she pretty much always wears a trench coat. however, she's old and prone to being surprised, so don't let this hold you back!! just expect her to get a bit agitated and standoffish if your character tries to help her out, if only because she doesn't like being looked down upon/pitied for her age. u_u

NP maaaay also get a follow-up if I have the time!!

The coffee Salvador was making was hardly recognizable as coffee. The liquid was made out of barley, field beans, and a hint of coffee beans. Maybe. If you're lucky.
It was bloody cold in his room of the Old-Chapel. Last summer a part of the roof had given in and an old tent-rag covered the hole in the ceiling for what seems forever now. Salvador tapped his spoon powder-free on the edges of his mugs and filled them with steaming water from his kettle.
The Kraker had a small room in the hide-out. One he'd shared with Leika. But Leika wasn't home and Beatrice was sitting on her field-bed.
"I'm not sure where my pah went," he said. As he gave Beatrice a mug of 'coffee'.
"Not exactly anyway," he added. Salvador sat down on the edge of his box-bed and folded his hands around his mug.
"He's been scooping out the port for a week now. Especially around the warehouses 'nd such," Salvador said. As he made a dismissive flick with his hand. "Think he found a lead," he continued. Then sniffed. "Maybe you can find him in the abandoned slaughter-house. That was his latest target," he said.

"I'm sorry for not having a fire," Salvador apologized. "I'm sure you'd expected a warmer residency. But it's always cold here," Salvador said. He took a sip. The warm liquid burned his lips and the coffee tasted awful. Too floury. Not enough beans.
"I've been writing though," Salvador said. He set down his mug. From the drawers underneath his box-bed (where all his personal items were stored: most notably a model-train and three pairs of socks,) Salvador picked up a notebook. The cold had changed the ink on them to a feeble blue. Some of the sheets were even frozen together and required some strength to wreck apart. He held out the notepad.
"I know now is not the moment," Salvador said. "But maybe you find comfort in them later," Salvador said. "I've tried the tips you gave me back in Goorse. Tried to keep it as analytical as possible, as a journalist," he said. Giving Beatrice a quick smile. One that faltered when Salvador realized he unlike Beatrice wasn't going to be a 'journalist' anytime soon.
"You can read them. Or you can use them as firewood," Salvador said. Huddling himself deeper in his coat.
"I don't mind."

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For np: I just want you to know that his nose gets awfully red when he's cold. Like a budget Rudolph the red nose reindeer cosplay. That's it.

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Salvador's legendary loot drop

"You guys are visiting again, huh?" Ennette huffed with an upturned chin facing away from the thief as she plucked away at her lyre. It was true that the thieving had considerably dropped since her father and Roswell's camping trip, but she wasn't totally convinced. Salvador and Leika, they didn't like garlic, and called her a SWAN BUTT. They couldn't be trusted.
Ennette opened one eye a fraction to see how Salvador had reacted to her less-than-pleased welcoming, but turned to face him when she noticed his shivering. "You look like you're freezing," she commented, her eyes drifting to his nose. It was so... red. She'd seen red noses before, but this was red. So shiny and bright. It was almost reminiscent of a clown's. For a second, concern spread across her face, but she was quick to hide it with another huff and another look away. "Maybe you should've thought about that before coming here?" Unless you wanted to steal some MITTENS?! She'd have said it, but knew her father would've been upset.
She had to admit, though, she was feeling a bit cold, too. The wind was getting rougher, and her fingers were getting too stiff to pluck Liszt's strings. She wouldn't say it, though, not when she'd already acted this way in front of Salvador.
A minute passed.
She sneezed.
"Agh, it's getting really too cold now!" the princess whined, hopping off her spot. "I'm going back to the castle and getting hot chocolate. You can come, if you want."