<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>When: 46th of Dyo, 81379 sometime in the early evening What: Camping....in the cold cold tundra.... Why: What could be funner than a trip to the arctic? </td></tr></table> Meelemar rubbed her freezing paws together for the hundredth time. She jumped up and down, trying to get what ever it was that vampires had in their veins to get moving. She had on two knit sweaters, a small down jacket, a windbreaker, and another larger down jacket all wrapped around her, making her resemble something of a marshmallow. The large down jacket was the outer-most layer and was a bright red, more specifically making her resemble a large cherry marshmallow. She also had on four pairs of pants and a pair of black waterproof leggings over them. Over her paws she wore her usual fingerless leather gloves and over those a pair of snow mitts. She wore two pairs of socks and rubber goulashes over those. Even with all this padding, she still found some inexplicable way to be cold. She breathed into her cupped hands and rubbed them together again. Perhaps it might help if you had a cap on? A voice in her mind offered. She looked around for such an item. The camping spot was as cozy and comforting as one could make it in the middle of a frozen wasteland. Two billowing tents were propped up directly next to each other, one a bright blinding yellow color. Meelemar stood and headed inside this one. She took short labored steps so as no to attract the cold’s attention to the small holes and crevices in her defensive barrier of coats. She unzipped the tent’s flap, letting a small draft in through her armpit. She ducked inside and looked around. She found the black beanie lying on top of her sleeping bag and she bent down and retrieved it. She folded down her ears and brushed back her disobedient hair, fitting the beanie snuggly over her head. It seemed to be working for now. She went back outside and trudged through the snow over to their fire. It blazed merrily as if it was completely unaware of the blistering cold around it. Meelemar pulled up a fold out chair and sat in it just out of the flame’s reach. “Why did we have to pick somewhere so cold to go camping?" she yelled over her shoulder in the direction of the other tent, rubbing her hands together once more.
