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[possemagnet]

WHO: Dean and O-P-E-N. (Multiple threads encouraged even though there's not much basis for it. Especially if he hasn't met you yet, or hasn't spoken with you in a while.)
WHAT: Lounging in front of the fire.
WHERE: A common room.
WARNINGS: --- Will edit later.

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[wichita_kansas]

Wichita couldn't figure out why her room wasn't heated. When the gang had occupied the mansion, the place had a few circuit breaker issues, but the lights still turned on, and the water was still warm. Maybe their host had opted out of getting central heating because the pad was in California?

Regardless of the reason, it was irritating for Wichita, who was still recovering from her post-flood binge drinking. She grabbed the massive comforter and duvet off of the bed in her room and draped them around her body. She appeared to be little more than a mass of shuffling bedding as she wandered the halls.

Eventually, she managed to find a common room with a fire -- perfect for relaxing. She peeked between the folds of the duvet, attempting to find a spot to settle.

[possemagnet]

Dean was wishing for a television and something to focus his attention on. He was usually idle-handed when something chaotic wasn't happening but after spending most of your life knee deep in chaos boredom and lethargy came easy when you were sifting through down time. Instead of bemoaning this though, he raised his injured leg and set it down on the table in front of him, his boot coming down with a thud.

When Wichita came in her turned his head. His face had mostly healed by now and all that was left were the yellow remains of healing bruises and cuts over his lip.

He raised a few fingers of the hand that was across the arch of the couch by means of acknowledging her, but like most she seemed to be in her own little world.

[wichita_kansas]

Wichita looked over at Dean and waved lightly at him, accidentally dropping her duvet on the floor. She scowled down at it and shuffled it into a corner with her feet. She didn't really care if she looked hung-over and irritable; she wanted to be in front of that fire.

She stood several feet from the sofa, and addressed Dean quietly, "Room for one more?"

[possemagnet]

"I dunno, it's a pretty big couch." Dean gave a short chuckle and situated himself sideways as if to gauge whether he was being honest or not, of course though, he was joking. He moved his arm from across the back of it and let it fall onto his leg, he didn't blame her for wanting to be in front of the fire- it was colder than a meat packing unit on the barge.

[namorofthesea]

Namor could take the cold. He swam in the icy depths of not only the Atlantic, but also the Arctic, his body build to handle all the environmental difficulties of the deep sea. However, deep in the ocean things did not turn to ice, and while it was nothing more than an irritant, Namor found the fact that his hair was frozen quite irritating.

Though he often wore nothing more than a speedo, he now chose to dress for the occasion, wearing a skin tight body suit made of shark leather and gold plating, a red cape thrown on over the outfit for extra warmth. Stopping in front of the fire and temporarily ignoring the man as he stood in front of the fire, running his fingers through his hair, Namor broke up the ice that bound it.

[possemagnet]

Dean sitting on the couch didn't so much mind Namor's hulking figure, he wasn't swallowing the fire's warmth but standing in front of it and the flames still radiated heat past him toward Dean who pulled a throw off of the back of the couch and pulled it across his shoulders for some added comfort.

He didn't know whether to speak to the man or just let him be, so for the moment he was content on listening to the sounds of the fire eating the wood beneath it.

[namorofthesea]

The ice had returned to water, and Namor stepped away from the fire so it wouldn't dry, letting the droplets roll over his gills and face.

"I think I prefer cold waters to this."

Particularly since the cold air was also dry, though it didn't hinder Namor's ability to breathe since he had plenty of access to water.

[possemagnet]

"Yeah?" If Dean was honest he didn't like cold water and most time spent swimming was spent pulling someone out of the depths. He had jumped into a lake to drag a child back up to the surface in the middle of autumn. He got more of a rise out saving people than baby-sitting inmates here. Which, could be argued were the same thing, but he didn't think so. Not yet.

"I dunno. At least there's fire and warm fuzzy UGLY sweaters." Dean laughed.

[keepsonrunning]

Serena had been walking around, still not used to where everything on the ship is yet. She was wearing layers to keep warm, plus the ear muffs, mittens and scarf that had been left for her, but she wouldn’t be caught dead wearing the Christmas sweater.

She walked into the common room and looked around frowning. That was not where she was meaning to go… “Oops…”

She started to turn back around to leave when she spotted Dean. In his sweater. And she giggled. “Well, don’t you look cute.”

[possemagnet]

Dean raised his head when he saw Serena, he had been so focused on the flames. "Heyyyy sunshine," he laughed out. Raising a hand he began to explain the sweater. "Cute would be an overstatement the Admiral obviously knew me well enough to put skulls and guns on it," he rolled his eyes. "What about you, where's your knitted sweater?"

[keepsonrunning]

“Sunshine?” She laughed and walked over to stand next to the fire, putting her hands out to feel the warmth of the flames. When he mentioned the sweater, she cringed a little. “My sweater is buried deep in one of the drawers, underneath all my other clothes. And that’s where I intend on keeping it.”

[possemagnet]

"Yeah, sunshine. You're like always happy even in this crap hole. Your personality is sunny." He chuckled and put an arm behind his head. "Yeah, I thought my sweater was pretty obnoxious too but at this point as long as it keeps me warm, I don't care."

[lastconfessor]

Unlike a lot of members of the barge, Kahlan had a fireplace in her room that kept everything very cozy. However, she didn't want to stay in her room all the time. She had a job to do and an Inmate to watch, after all. Today, though, she was a little restless. Shinzon hadn't caused any problems, there was no one in level 0 to watch, and Richard was busy, so Kahlan really had nothing to keep her occupied. So, she decided to wander.

She came to a common room and noticed only one person sitting in front of the fireplace. Anyone else who might have been there had already come and gone. Hoping she wasn't intruding, she decided to seat herself in a cushy armchair off to the side of the couch, but still near the fire.

[possemagnet]

Dean had, by this point, been completely warmed by the fire. He had told himself that he'd leave when he was feeling better and the cold wasn't making his head spin but now that he was relaxed and comfortable it was harder to get himself to leave.

People had come and gone in the time that he had been here, but his hurt leg was still propped up on the wood of the table in front of him and his back was still set firmly on the cushion behind him. If he was honest with himself the warmth had put him to sleep a few times, but he had jerked awake each time feeling stupid and displaced.

When Kahlan walked in and took a seat she was a welcomed distraction. He turned to give her a look, by means of respect more than anything else before pressing his lips together and looking back into the fire.

"Long day? Or... night?" It was getting pretty late. His gaze was transfixed on the fire as he spoke.

[lastconfessor]

"It's been quiet mostly," she replied politely. She too was watching the fire. After a few minutes of silence, the night wisp in Kahlan's pendant glowed and started to chatter at her. Kahlan lifted it up and listened, as if she could really understand what it was saying. Which she could. "Mira wants to know how you hurt your leg," she told him.

[possemagnet]

"Gotta love the quiet," Dean replied before tucking an arm behind his head but the question caught him off guard and his eyes broke from the flickering of the flames and fell upon his company. "Who's Mira? Why?" I mean it could be possible that she spoke in third person, he didn't really know her name, but at the risk of sounding stupid he asked anyway.