♠ And If Anyone Wants To Grant You Warmth When Everything Is Cold ♠

[dontcallmegol]

Who: dontcallmegol, baratiesbest, prodigal_axe and going_to_change
Where: The Northern Lights Bar
When: Sometime after midnight
Rating: PG-13 for language and half-nudity to keep a pirate from dying of hypothermia. Suggestive themes? IDK
Summary: Ace passes out at the NL after his round about the city. The crew at the lights is faced with trying to keep the man alive.
Notes: This log is effectively

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[baratiesbest]

Drum Island was nothing in comparison.

Perhaps it was the lack of food or rest or proper clothing that made the difference but whatever it was winter in Discedo felt so much colder than the snow covered island had ever been. It was freezing and with this blizzard tearing through the town Sanji thanked his lucky star that he had volunteered to stay at the Lights - at least it was fairly warm and safe here. Not that his heart didn't go out to all the poor unlucky bastards who did get hit by the storm - because it did - but for once he had been lucky enough to stay out of the worst.

That didn't mean he wouldn't have to brave the weather from time to time though. The bar might be warm and safe for now but they still needed to keep the exit as clear as possible in case something happened and that was something he had taken upon himself to do. There wasn't much else he could do when supplies were this low and just sitting there... no. Shoveling snow was a futile task but at least it kept him warm and moving

[prodigal_axe]

"Tch. Careful out there..." Shinjiro tossed that out halfheartedly when Sanji headed outside with the shovel. After all, he understood the need to do something, anything right now

[going_to_change]

Honey had gotten, well, lost. She was carrying a small bag of supplies, pretty much all she could round up from scavenging, and she had been determined to deliver them to the apartment buildings, like a February Santa Claus

[dontcallmegol]

Ace was partially aware of things for a time. He lay in the snow, curled in on himself, eyes distant till they fell closed. It was around that time that the blond had spotted him and ran to his side. But by then he was unresponsive, barely able to make out his muffled curses.

His skin was cold to the touch, his pulse was barely there and the gentle rise and fall of his chest was far from steady. It would be easy to miss him even breathing at all with how everything had slowed down. His lips were blue and he was pale, like a rag-doll in the two men's arms.

At least he was alive, but for how long? He needed warmth, there wasn't much left in his core.