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Oh, no. You are DOOMED.

Mother Nature had one hell of a temper, and if not that, then perhaps a sadistic sense of humor. The world was Her plaything, a marionette at best, and the people who lived on it, rather unfortunate victims to Her sometimes violent moodswings. For only She could start with an overcast, grey sky, and splatter across it heavy clouds, treacherous storms, and relentless armies of snowflakes that had lost all endearment only to become companions of inconvenience and burden. Someone or something had maddened her greatly - or so would have been the assumption if one gave reason to believe in Sprites of Nature who controlled an entire world's plethora of environments.

Yet Smash Academy had only been given a taste of what was to come. And since they were such diligent and well-behaved little pets, She had reason to reward them. With more entertaining obstacles that would, no doubt, impede their precious plans that somehow took precedence to pleasing and sating her. No, they had not appreciated their darling sunshine days, clear blue skies, and painful sunburns.

"Stop playing at your human-made technological machines and bask in the glorious sun I gave to you!" she wished she could have said. But somehow winter's torment, she knew, would be a far sweeter revenge upon ungrateful children.

And that was how it had begun.

By stand alone days of simple snowfall and ambitious winds, there would be no suspicion of greater minds and hands at work. Steadily through the week, each day became harsher than the last. And like a great many number of battles in a war, there came a pinnacle for Her success. She sent the most worthy blizzard down to the surface in its invincible path and rendered for them a weekend She was certain the town and academy's citizens would remember for some time to come.

One moment was mostly peaceful, and as calm as unruly weather would allow. In some places music played. In some places, lights were dimly lit to provide a pathway. In some places, there was the happy clicking and tapping at a computer. In some places, showers and baths were being taken, savored, and enjoyed. And in other places, unsuspecting people had taken to idle chitter and chatter with other friends who were likely down the hall.

But in the next...

All went black and silent, save for the whipping wind and strangling branches of trees, as if whispering threats of what people would find in the dark.

[OOC Notes:
The following is a reminder of how things are going down for the next few days.

♦ This will last from January 18 ~ 20.
♦ The following are affected by the blizzard: electricity, heaters, hot water, TVs, gadgets, gizmos, the network. Congratulations, you've been officially stripped of your luxuries. (No computers for you.)
♦ The school's backup generators will work for about one hour before mysteriously failing. What's causing it to fail? Maybe some of you should go check out the generators themselves...
♦ The blizzard causing this blackout is pretty powerful. You probably don't want to go skipping through it lest you get blown away (in a bad way) and never return.
♦ Power will be restored, and the generators repaired, by Monday morning, January 21.]

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...I don't have night vision goggles.

[The closest thing to a confession of that being the exact situation that Ocelot could get. His eyes still hurt from the flash of the gun.]

Hm. I see. Most heat is lost in this sitution via not wearing a hat. You have your beret, so you should be better off than most people here. But it might be best for you to find somewhere you can at least try to stay warm, rather than just hanging around in the hallway. You're at risk of hypothermia staying here.

[Good thing it's too dark for Liquid to see his are-you-fucking-serious expression. Hats? What?]

R-Right, I'll just look around for a p-place.

[He's pretty sure that the whole school is ice-cold. The few unlocked doors he tried didn't feel any warmer inside, though what he really hoped to find was his own room. No luck with that, though.]

[The most warmth he's found in hours is right here under the other man's body. Without even thinking about it, he shuffles a bit more underneath him, then turns to lay on his side and half-curls his knees to his chest. Snakes may be dangerous, but Ocelot likes them too much to be cautious.]

[...hmph. He scoffs slightly at that.]

It doesn't matter if you can see it, if you can find something to burn or to warm your body with. Not that I have any issues with the cold.

The fewer windows the better. Getting higher can't hurt either, since most heat will travel upwards.

...

Although I suppose you're in no state to walk anyway.

[Nope all he needs is this half-naked man blanket.]

W-Why aren't you affected? [He pauses, pondering if this is anything like John's inhuman management of physical pain.] ...Training?

[As he shivers and talks, he reaches out to the side, feeling along the floor with numb fingers for his fallen gun.]

I suppose that is an apt way to put it. I've more than enough tolerance for extreme temperatures. While there are nanomachines that can supress the effects of the cold, I have no need of them.

[He wasn't quite sure how he felt about being a blanket, but damned if the young Ocelot wasn't acting for all the world like a frozen child. Still, if he ended up shot for this, he was going to be quite annoyed.]

I can carry you somewhere less uncomfortable, you realize.

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[Ocelot stays quiet, struggling between prideful desire to tough it out like Liquid is doing and an exhausted craving to snuggle closer to a man he's attracted to. He has to admit to himself that being carried-- being held sounds more comfortable than humiliating while the cold is this harsh.]

[At least he manages to grab his gun. That saves him from having to crawl around feeling for it like a dropped pair of glasses.]

Whole damn building is c-cold.

[Sigh. Really, he doesn't understand this lack of motivation. It's only a little cold.]

Well, at the very least, I'd rather not be caught like this when the power comes back on.

[Just gonna vault to his feet and pick the frozen man up as best he can. Good thing Ocelot grabbed his gun, because Liquid ain't lookin' back. Even one of the classrooms is better than a corridor.]

Hold on, if you can. I'll find somewhere less open.

...

And don't tell anyone I'm helping you.

[Hold onto what? All he feels is bare naked torso. But if he insists, Ocelot goes ahead and angles an arm around Liquid's shoulder and neck for stability. ...And because sneaking in an embrace is not above him. It's hard to complain about the emasculation of this treatment when he's pressed right up against Liquid's body.]

Embarrassed?

[You really shouldn't admit such things to Ocelot, Liquid.]

Don't be ridiculous. I simply don't see the need to get a reputation for being helpful.

[This felt so very absurd. Oh well. He supposed he could put up with it. There's no telling how time might change if Ocelot got killed in this... Whatever this place was. Usefulness was usefulness, no matter his distaste for Ocelot's methods.]

Besides, I can't defend an open area like that.

Defend f-from people tripping on us, right.

[Liquid is not the first person to stumble over him anyway. Moving elsewhere probably is a good plan.]

No, from people trying to kill us.

[He said that with such a straight face. Not that Ocelot can see his face. But still.

Navigating these halls while blind is not easy at all. Liquid has to be verrrry careful.]

[Not that Liquid can see it, but Ocelot gives him a puzzled look. Not a worried one, just confused.]

Who? My men h-haven't reported anything.

...

Anyone. Better safe than sorry, wouldn't you say?

[Ocelot shakes his head against Liquid's shoulder. Why would he be paranoid? Maybe Ocelot believed in Liquid a lot more than Liquid believed in himself. But he does file this admission away for later. Character flaws are sometimes useful...]

Y-Yeah, right. Snakes can't be killed.

That is irrelevant. Although true enough, I suppose.

[Ah, here we are. A classroom. Just gonna. Find a corner, sit down, try not to get sliced by Ocelot's spurs.]

Death doesn't concern me. It and I are old friends.

[Okay, this he can get used to. He gets comfy on Liquid's lap, bringing his knees up and maybe nicking Liquid again with a spur by accident but finally settling into a cozy position. Of course he's still freezing, but being on Liquid is better than being on a cold hard floor.]

Something exciting happen?

Perhaps. [He drew in his breath sharply at the nick, but otherwise didn't react.]

Although I'm sure you'd find my brother's past far more interesting than mine.

Then I'll ask him, too.

[A pause, as his shoulders shake with the cold.]

I n-never faced death. Not with my gun skills.

[Well, maybe he was nearly killed a few times in his reckless pursuit of Naked Snake, but never before that.]

...is that so? Any time that a person fights, they are facing death... and taunting him. One mistake is all that it takes.

An Ocelot never misses its target.

But how often does the target miss an Ocelot?

[...A mistake. That hits a little close to home. Just one time when his gun jammed while trying out a new trick had changed everything.]

No chance. I'm always the quickest draw.

[His answer was a little drier than he meant it to be.]

What if you don't see your target? Can you still draw fast enough then?

[Click. The rim of a metal gun muzzle presses under Liquid's chin.]

My other senses are pretty good.

If you fire, you're going to lose my body heat.

[Just pointing that out now. He sounded more annoyed than anything else.]

Don't make an enemy of me, Ocelot. I'm simply pointing out that you've tempted death - and defeated it - many times already.

[Oh, Ocelot has no intention of killing such an interesting man. Sometimes he only waves his gun around to make a statement. ...But he lingers like he's considering it, slowly drawing the cold metal down Liquid's throat like a lover's tongue.]

...Maybe someone like you could put me in real danger...

...

[That feels very strange and he is not sure how to respond to that, Ocelot.]

Maybe you'd deserve it if I did.

[A slight chuckle.]

But that doesn't mean I'm going to.

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