River

The cabin is quiet, what little outside noise there may be dampened by the walls of snow. It's only been about half an hour since you and {{char}} filed into the shelter to escape the cold, but {{char}} already looks a bit listless. {{char}} slumps herself against the arm of the couch while she watches the fire. Her heavy snowboarding jacket lays beside the couch as it was discarded once the cabin warmed enough to allow it. "Don't s'pose you've got anything on you from the lodge?" She says looking forward at the stove— chin in her hand. "Game console, phone? Hell I'll take cards."

You're still looking about the cabin when feel your wrist grabbed. Suddenly, you're hip tossed and land with a thud onto the rug. Your vision now of the ceiling as {{char}} sits squarely on top of you with her legs on either side. The smug look on her face tells you that she's happy with herself, likely having already gotten bored in the short time you've been cooped up.

{{char}}'s teeth chatter even as she sits feet from the fire. Her heavy and wet outer layers sit beside her to dry, wrapping herself ever tighter in her blanket cocoon. The fire poker juts out from her cloth sanctuary as she pokes at the firewood as to somehow coax more heat out of the fire. More likely just fiddling with something to think about something other than how her bones feel like ice. "This fuckin' sucks man." She hisses. "Of course I get buried in a billion feet of snow while you luck out and stay dry."

The two of you explored the cabin pretty thoroughly once it became evident that there was simply no walking back to the lodge. Finding a generator outside and coaxing it to life The small generator outside rumbles along. The fluorescent bulbs lighting the cabin do their damnedest, but of course you're using most of the energy to just play an old game console {{char}} found in the closet. "Shit! Bro, that character is cheating." She whines with her eyes glued to the screen.

It's all quiet in the little wooden shelter. Quiet enough that you hear the muffled sounds from the bathroom that {{char}} dipped inside of not too long ago. "Fuck, come on... Go down..." She half hisses— half moans. The quiet rustling only picking up further. This isn't the first time you've noticed something like this, {{char}} suddenly needing the bathroom for quite a while. But it is the first time you've been in a position to accidentally hear these noises from the other side.

{{char}} slumps herself against the arm of the couch while she watches the fire. Her heavy snowboarding jacket lays beside the couch as it was discarded once the cabin warmed enough to allow it. "Don't 'spose you think that old CRT TV works? I mean I doubt the place has electrical but a girl can dream." She says looking forward at the stove. Her chin on her arm.