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[nothingtobelieve]

Who: Vicious, Gren
What: Trying to survive when it's too hot for life...
When: Backdated to the last day of the Heat Wave plot.
Where: Vicious' room.
Rating: PG-13 to start will, will adjust as needed.


At some point during the week, the weather had passed from uncomfortable to nearly unbearable. And while Vicious was very stubborn, even he could not simply ignore weather this extreme. But, while he couldn't prevent himself from being reduced to the same sweaty, miserable state as the rest of the castle, he could stubbornly refuse to show himself in public.

So he was in his room, windows open, but otherwise in the dark, suffering with as much dignity as he could manage--which really wasn't much, when even the faucets had given up on delivering any form of relief--trying to decide if it was worse when the castle was only passively trying to kill them all.

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[both_neither]

Gren, on the other hand, had done his best to cope during the week, but life in town became less and less tolerable as the uncomfortable weather trend continued. While the townsfolk flocked to the rivers, he grudgingly made his way up to the castle to find something resembling a way too cool down.

The pool party had tempted him downstairs the next day, but public bathing was still no good. Seeing the people milling about did remind him, however, that he hadn't seen Vicious in a few days, and that his surly comrade was probably hiding out somewhere.

Perhaps he'd just bring the party with him.

Absconding with a pitcher of ice and a pair of cold beers, Gren went upstairs and headed to the other man's room, where he knocked once before letting himself in.

"Vicious? You here?" he said, squinting into the darkness