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Oh the weather outside is frightful...

☀THE WARM AND TOASTY MEME☀
The situation: It is dreadfully cold. Think 'ice cave where all those slash fics are set'.
The goal: Keep each other warm tonight!

☀ STEP ONE: Comment with your characters. One comment for each character.
☀ STEP TWO: Other people reply to your characters.
☀ STEP THREE: Both participants are aware that they should/must keep nice and warm. To do that, you need to bundle up nice and closely, however grudgingly. No, killing your threadmate and cuddling the body doesn't count.
☀ STEP FOUR: Keep 'em warm! Hot cocoa, hot coffee, hot tea, hot mustard, or other suitably warming beverages will be provided if you cooperate.
☀ STEP FIVE: Lulz ensue!

((Basically just a winter-themed cuddle meme, with evil ideas from Shae and Col. Add some cuddle urges in the air if your characters won't otherwise cooperate but you want them to.))

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She was happy about that. The two of them had been great in the last few months, they had really helped anchor her at tough times. She hoped it would stay that way.

She waited. Billy was shy, she knew that much, but he was also a teenager, older than her, and knew that work an being a ranger was not the only thing that mattered to him.

"Well don't let that stop you. Heck, why not help her with it, just so you have a chance to talk with her some more? Put yourself out there Billy, it always helps. Many girls would kill to have a decent, sweet guy like you around, once they get over their stupid bad boy fixations."

...Yeah, let's not think about Jet.

Could he really do that? Billy considered it, then nodded. "I'll do that. I won't expect anything, but maybe letting things happen wouldn't be so terrible."

That last statement puzzled him a little. "Stupid bad boy fixations? Was this someone you know?"

She nodded. "See, that's what a guy has to do when it comes to girls. Yes, you don't have to be some stupid posing guy, but you DO have to at least get them to know you. That way, they really get to see you as someone they can depend on, someone they can trust and care about."

She sighed. "Yeah, there was a guy named Jet, but that was one whole strange, dopier side of myself I outgrew. Still, in the end he tried to do the right thing, and I won't forget that."

"Understood. I'll let you know how it goes." You won't have to mend any hearts, Katara, but you might be hearing about some silliness here and there.

Billy had to keep himself from smiling. "I think that's fairly common, but I'm glad you figured out what you truly wanted."

Geez was this awkward, he thought, still fiddling with the blanket. Almost eighteen and still trying to figure out a first date with the help of his younger Bonded in her second serious relationship. He knew his social growth was stunted, but...hmm.

"You better!" Katara said, winking. "At the moment, I'm sort of lacking female companionship, and I need that to sort of free up all of my need for gossip and theorizing. I may be a fighter and a mother figure, but I am still a girl."

Also? Would be good to have someone to talk to about Matt, but she'd keep that to herself for the moment.

"I did," she said. "Jet was someone that was a victim of the people that killed his parents...and that in turn started to make him as vicious as they were. I didn't forgive him for almost tricking me into destroying a village of people, but later I almost went down his path. I know now that I can't blame him, and in the end he died helping us."

It was sad, and she still wished Jet was still around.

She watched his body language a moment, then gently clapped his back. "You'll find your own niche, trust me. These things take time."

"If Kimberly was here she'd be delighted to help you," Billy said wistfully. She was kind, of course, but could also be a gossip queen.

At her story about Jet, he snaked a hand out to squeeze hers gently. "I'm sorry."

Her comfort earned a shy smile and nod. "But the road crosses that bridge eventually, doesn't it?"

"Hey, my cleric wears robes and you don't see me demanding she strip," Zetta grumbled. "I've gotten an unfair reputation! I haven't even had a CHANCE to do anything perverted since I got stuck as a book! It's no damn fair."

Solar energy?

That is so like you. And... I guess it explains the name, too.

Huh.

[The book seemed seriously stunned by this revelation, a blinding flash of the painfully obvious]

Oh -- yeah. [A little flopping, and the book broke open in a shower of frost, then promptly fell over] DAMMIT!

Starfire laughed, looking quite pleased with herself. It was cold, yes, but she could still hold her own---oh no!

It only took her a second to leap over to Zetta and set him upright. Maybe it would work better if she held him? She tries just that.

"Where have your minions gone?"

"Damn minion dropped me in the first place," Zetta grumbled. "UnInvited herself. I guess when you wear a belt as a bra, you get cold quicker... Hey, this is warm."

Zetta, living the dream of fanboys everywhere.

"I would have invited her inside as well," she frowned, adjusting the book comfortably. Starfire shrugged.

"My people have higher body temperatures than humans. We feel chill more easily, but we can also provide warmth."

And be oblivious to how close certain Overlords are to their bodies, others would observe, but she was most concerned with keeping everyone safe at the moment.

"Netherworlds have a ton of different temperatures," Zetta said. "Bitter cold to volcano-warm. We demons aren't normally bothered by it... but being a tome kind of sucks."

The bookwas warming up rapidly -- more than one would expect from a simple object.

"I see," she answered softly, curling more tightly into a ball. It was still so cold.

But she was glad that he seemed to be well. The excess heat was probably just a sign of his magic. "You are feeling better?"

::That earns a purr and a gentle nosing. Don't look now but he's blushing a bit::

"Yeah. I mean... for being a book." Zetta sighed. "Talk about powerless. The strongest mana in the cosmos, and what happens to me? Ice block in the middle of a storm. Ha."

"It will not always be this way," Starfire promised. "You are powerful, and you will be free in time. The Ohm cannot be allowed to win."

"Oh, I know THAT." Zetta took victory as assumed, after all. "It's just... how did I get here in the first place? It's sad, and sad goes with Zetta like Prinnies go with reasonable living wages!

"...Uh, I mean, not at all."

"Precisely," she agreed, hugging the book. "Your situation is trying, but you are not pitiable. You will be victorious!"

"Heh. We'll be victorious, Starfire," the book corrected. "We're all in this mess together, so we'll all kick ass to fix it together."

Zetta, of course, had absolutely no clue he'd undergone any level of emotional development whatsoever in the time he'd spent on the ship. And would almost certainly deny it if it was pointed out to him.

"I'm sure I'd love to meet any friends of yours," she said, grinning. "In fact, maybe one day we can go to the Sensoriums and you could show me what they were like."

She shook her head. "It's hard, but Jet was doing what he always did: fighting to stop people from being oppressed by the Fire Nation. In the end, he became the hero I knew he could be."

She nodded. "And you'll get there, trust me. You're a great guy, and any girl would be crazy not to go for you."

"Thanks goodness," she said, rolling her eyes and starting to dry him down. "But what do you mean you haven't had the chance yet? That means you've been thinking about doing it!"

"Who would I do it WITH?" Zetta countered. "There's barely anyone of a sensible age on this ship that's worth my time."

He submitted to the drying with all the dignity and grace of a wet, unhappy cat who just wants it over with, now, pleaaaaase.

Billy ruffled his hair, looking rather pleased. Katara was so good at embarrassing him.

"We'll see whether I'm as capable and attractive as you claim soon enough. Anyway...I haven't looked at my friends in the Sensoriums yet, but I'd be willing to for you. I didn't want to face the knowledge that they wouldn't be real, but maybe I can after all."

With the others by his side, he could handle it.

Katara scoffed. "I'm sure there has to be a few demons or vampires that are of age. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure it'll be kind of hard to get someone to be with a book that talks about himself all the time."

Yes, she's joking, mostly.

"Can you drink hot chocolate?" she asked him.

"Uh, there's Nanashi... Alessa looks like a little girl... aaaaand that's all I know about. Um, maybe Nura, but somehow I don't see THAT happening any time soon."

Zetta tried to think about it some more, and for the hundredth time came to the obvious conclusion: he was pretty much surrounded by adolescent girls.

"Hot... chocolate?" He eyed Katara as if she were insane for suggesting this. "Wouldn't it melt?"

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