2nd Floor Common Room; Thursday Afternoon

[theheadkid.livejournal.com]

Okay, it was cold both outside and inside. Travis was pretty sure there was an icicle or two growing off his hair but he was going to try and make the best of it. Not that it was easy to make the best of a snowstorm and a power outage but doing something was better than doing nothing while freezing.

After his classes, he'd grabbed a bag of marshmallows from the refrigerator, jiggered up a few things that looked like sticks and used the fireplace in the common room as it should be used: to make s'mores.

So, he got to sit in front of the fireplace and be warm (though his several layers of clothes probably helped too) and he got to have delicious sweets. His cheeks were already a nice shade of pink by the time the first s'more was done.

Now he just had to hope that the fireplaces didn't disappear. That would suck.

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[spin_kick_snap]

If the fireplaces disappeared, Kathy was just going to quit everything and go back home. It was far too cold for this nonsense.

As it was, she was staving off freezing by wandering around and looking for people to hang out with, so spotting Travis making s'mores was pretty much perfect. "Hey," she said, gratefully huddling close to the fire. "I'm liking the way you think, here."

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"Might as well make the best of basically living in the dark with little to no heat sources," he said, smiling at her and her arrival. He pulled back a s'more and waved it a bit to cool it down. "Hey. Enjoying the weather?"

[spin_kick_snap]

"Nope!" Kathy said with a small laugh. "All this does is convince me further that I'm a Cali girl at heart. I've decided that snow should be limited to December 24th through the 27th and then we go back to 75 degrees for the rest of the year. You? You said you're from the Midwest, right? Does it gets cold like this often?"

Setting the robot-baby next to her on the floor, she glanced over to the supplies the Travis had laid out. "For sharing?" she asked. She was certain the answer was yes, but it just seemed wrong not to ask.

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"Help yourself," he said, nodding at the s'mores making supplies. For a second, he just looked at the robot before deciding to ask about it later. "And yeah, Midwest. It gets pretty damn cold there but blizzards like this are rare. We get snow but nothing that basically locks you in a building."

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy caught his glance and answered anyway. "Worst Ethics assignment ever," she sighed. "Hopefully it'll stay warm and fall asleep and not spend the day screaming."

Which was why she wasn't just bundled up in her room with a booklight and a thick fantasy novel. Flick had come home looking exhausted and the last thing she wanted to do was have the robot shrieking its little head off while Flick was trying to sleep.

"I'm pretty sure than any amount of snow locks you in a building," she teased while sliding a few marshmallows onto her stick. "Because you look outside and realize there's no way in heck you want to go outside when it looks like that."

Forget the natural beauty of winter. Kathy would happily take LA's smog so long as it came with temperatures above freezing.

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"Hey, hey, hey, some snow is fun," he said, feeling forced to defend winter's honor now. Midwest boy here and everything. "You've never had snowball fights? Made snow angels? Snow forts? Those are awesome!"

Maybe if you were ten but whatever, Travis had lost five years of his life, he still loved snow.

[spin_kick_snap]

"Nope!" Kathy said. "My first winter on the island was the first time I ever saw snow that wasn't on the TV or something. And I thought it was lovely and enchanting until it soaked through my socks and shoes and gave me a cold."

Kathy hadn't really been prepared for winter weather.

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"Just means you're not dressing right," Travis scoffed, raking a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. Didn't need that singing. "Layers and boots are the name of the game. And thermal underneath your clothes."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Oh, I've learned better now," Kathy assured him. She would have frozen out in Baltimore if she hadn't taken to layering thermals under her gi. "But I like sunshine and warm weather and not looking like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man when I get dressed in the morning."

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"Not me."

He shook his head and made a face.

"When it gets like that, I just sunburn. Everything gets red and then everything peels. And then I just whine until someone tells me to shut up."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Sunscreen is way less annoying to wear than multiple layers," Kathy said, turning her stick slightly to keep her marshmallows from burning. "And careful. Wouldn't want your face to freeze like that."

It was a good face, Travis! Don't take the risk!

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"See, I made faces for years when I was younger and my face is still pretty okay," he pointed out, giving his cheek a pat. "I think you might just be saying that to put me on."

[spin_kick_snap]

"I dunno, it's pretty cold right now," Kathy said solemnly. "I'd say there's definitely an increased chance of freezing like that. Are you really certain it's worth the risk?"

[bearmaidenfair]

Vider refused to cook over a fire, so she had started heading from floor to floor hoping to find someone who had already gone to that trouble for her. S'mores were, she figured, close enough.

"Are those marshmallow sandwiches?"

[theheadkid.livejournal.com]

"S'mores," he replied, nodding. "So, kind of. I haven't dug out graham crackers yet but I'm sure there's some around here."

[bearmaidenfair]

They were the same thing, only Vider's reality didn't have Girl Scouts. "There has to be some kind of cookie we can use." It was a kitchen used solely by teenagers, after all.

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"I haven't look to be honest," he admitted. "I was freezing so I got myself in front of the fire as soon as I could. I had to unthaw my hands."

[bearmaidenfair]

"Yeah, it is pretty cold outside," Vider said, like it didn't interest her that much. The frenzy kept her warm enough that it didn't, really. The snow, on the other hand, was obnoxious.

She rummaged through the cabinets until she found, "What's a 'Thin Mint?'"

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"Whoa, there's Girl Scout cookies up there?" he asked, turning his attention to Vider's cookie search. "I haven't had those in years. They're the most addicting thing in the freaking world."

He hadn't realized that he'd missed Girl Scout cookies until just now.

[bearmaidenfair]

"I don't know what they are," Vider admitted. "So they're good?"

[theheadkid.livejournal.com]

"Very good," he confirmed with a nod. "It's chocolate and mint in a handy cookie form! You can eat about fifty of them and not realize it."

[bearmaidenfair]

Vider looked at the box in her hand, then looked at Travis. "Can you put marshmallows on them?" she asked hopefully.

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"Never tried but I think it's possible," he told her, nodding. "Bring 'em over closer to the fire and you can try. It'll be messy but that's the fun part."

[bearmaidenfair]

Vider was totally up for some mess if this turned out to be as successful as she was hoping. "I wish I had some mead," she said as she brought the box over to Travis. "This weather calls for it."

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"This weather calls for a lot of things that we don't have," he agreed, dropping the bag of marshmallows closer to her. "I could go for some pizza or Chinese food but who knows how long it'd take the delivery people to get here in this."