if this were the last snowfall [closed]
Characters: aunomdedieu and celestialmama
Date: December 22nd
Summary: Solstice event shenanigans.
Warnings: Probably nothing except maybe fluff.
Cylons are different than humans in many ways, but in many ways they're also very much the same, and the ability to perceive temperature is one of those ways. The chill in the air wakes Caprica gradually; only when she realizes she's shivering does she shake herself fully awake, breathing in and then out, the air frigid enough that her breath steams. She's wearing pants and a tank top and a leather jacket - not exactly cold weather gear, and unconsciously she folds her arms to keep the warmth in as she gets to her feet, looking around. The room is nondescript, with a window and a door, a large sleeping bag rolled out across the floor, and-
There's someone else in the room, and after a moment Caprica actually recognizes her with a slight sense of relief. She doesn't really know any of the other women here, but at least this is someone she's spoken with. Caprica goes over to Rosalina, crouches down next to her, reaches out - hesitates a moment, her hand hovering over the other woman's shoulder, before she finally shakes her gently but firmly, hoping to wake her up.
Then maybe they could figure out where they were and what was going on.
Date: December 22nd
Summary: Solstice event shenanigans.
Warnings: Probably nothing except maybe fluff.
Cylons are different than humans in many ways, but in many ways they're also very much the same, and the ability to perceive temperature is one of those ways. The chill in the air wakes Caprica gradually; only when she realizes she's shivering does she shake herself fully awake, breathing in and then out, the air frigid enough that her breath steams. She's wearing pants and a tank top and a leather jacket - not exactly cold weather gear, and unconsciously she folds her arms to keep the warmth in as she gets to her feet, looking around. The room is nondescript, with a window and a door, a large sleeping bag rolled out across the floor, and-
There's someone else in the room, and after a moment Caprica actually recognizes her with a slight sense of relief. She doesn't really know any of the other women here, but at least this is someone she's spoken with. Caprica goes over to Rosalina, crouches down next to her, reaches out - hesitates a moment, her hand hovering over the other woman's shoulder, before she finally shakes her gently but firmly, hoping to wake her up.
Then maybe they could figure out where they were and what was going on.