towerofanimus | Hacking #05: Cold days

Characters: April and anyone else!
Setting: Floor 13, Floor 32 and Floor 1.
Format: Brackets to start with, but I can match you!
Summary: In which April is a bit of a grump about the cold, but also kinda glees and plays about in the snow. And also makes food.

[Floor 13]
[With how cold it was getting lately, April really needed to have something more warm to wear. Her trenchcoat was good at keeping her warm most of the time, but she definitely needed more than that. Which is why she's sitting in the workshop and attempting to make a scarf. Except she isn't too good with a needle, due to how she keeps stabbing herself.]

Ow! Ugh, dammit... Stupid cold... [Doesn't stop her from continuing to try to make one though. Despite how she keeps stabbing herself with a needle.]

[Floor 32]
[April had only really wandered to this floor to get some food. But when she sees the snow falling, she really, really can't resist going to play around in it for a while. It never snowed back home, which is why she's gonna make the most of it now.

So anyone that ventures to this floor will find one April attempting to build a snowman. And failing a bit as she tries to keep it from falling over.]

[Floor 1]
[And once she does finally get around to hunting for food, she can later be found cooking in the cafeteria. It seems like she was able to catch an animal of some kind, since there's some meat cooking on top of the stove, and thanks to having stored some of it away a while ago, she's sipping on tea of some kind as she cooks. She's glad that they can have hot water, at least. And right now, having some kind of hot food sounds good too. And April would be happy to share, if anyone asks.]

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*Allen's working on something or other himself in his human disguise when April walks in, though he shifts to his natural appearance when her complaining catches his attention.*

Need some help?

*Margulis has also given up on the cafeteria and has resorted to sucking up the power loss and hunting for food. Which means he's also got something cooking, but what April's drinking catches his eye.*

Where did you get that drink?

[Oh darling, you... no. No you're doing it wrong. Let this little grey-skinned troll kid come and help you.]

[Equius has seen many people stumble into the workshop recently who he hasn't recognized. They were the smart ones, who noticed that there was a whole lot of supplies for making warm and cozy garments in here. Unfortunately, they weren't smart enough to make those garments correctly... which meant a lot of wasted material, a tragedy that Equius just cannot stomach. So, in a large overcoat and sweater which he made himself, the troll walks up behind April frowning thoughtfully.]

Do you need some help with that?

[She turns towards, blinking at him.]

Ah, hi, Allen... And yes, please. [Or else she's gonna keep stabbing herself and waste fabric in the process.]

[She glances over at him, before lifting up the little carton of some kind of tea.]

I grew it a while ago, and I managed to save some up. Do you want some?

[Usually April wouldn't accept help from people she doesn't know, but she doesn't want to keep stabbing herself and she knows she'll waste fabric if she keeps this up. Reading from a book only told her so much, and she was only really skilled in patching things up, not making them.

So at his question, she turns towards him and gives him a sheepish nod.]

Um... yes please, I would really appreciate it.

Alright.

[He pulls up a chair and sits next to her. Don't worry, April; you're not the first person he's had to walk through this, nor will you be the last.]

I guess this is... a... scarf? [He's not entirely sure, as the long strip of fabric could mean anything in the hands of a novice.] Well... let me tell you now, it's going to take a long time to sew this by hand. Good scarves are notorious for being. You know. Long.

[Hand cramps. His mortal enemy.]

So, uh... do you know how to use a sewing machine...? [She probably doesn't, considering she's trying to hand sew something like this, but it's best to ask.]

I'm not looking for charity. What do you want in return?

Um, yeah, it's meant to be a scarf... [She awkwardly rubs the back of her neck, looking at the fabric. And she glances at him at the mention of a sewing machine, slowly shaking her head.]

... Ah, nope, h-haven't got a clue.

[April frowns faintly.] ... Nothing, really.

Well. With these circumstances in mind, do you think it would be a good idea to learn?

I mean, as it turns out, having the ability to make your own clothes is really quite handy in the Tower...

Sewing isn't exactly my specialty, but I should be able to avoid sticking my own fingers.

*He reaches over to take the needle from her.*

Ah, yeah, that's a good idea. Being able to make clothes properly in situations like this would be really useful...

[She lets him take it and laughs faintly.] So you would probably do a better job than me.

*And he scowls a bit.*

Like I said, I'm not interested in charity.

[Siiiiigh. She usually doesn't like doing this, but it's clear he isn't gonna budge.] If you've got anything warm, like extra clothes, or fire magic to warm the room up a bit or something, I'll take that in return.

Though at this rate, I might have to talk to Shion about learning some fire Ethers.

*He's nowhere near a master craftsman, but at least his fingers aren't so stiff he's messing up constantly.*

Yeah, learning something that can make fire sounds like a really good plan right now.

Yeah...

[So Equius casually beckons her over to the small army of sewing machines in the corner and runs through the basics with her. Even his hands are shaking; he's closer to warm-blooded than most members of his species, but he's also used to living in a very warm climate, so this cold is hitting him quite hard.]

[And then he summarizes the basics of using a sewing machine, because it's pretty hard to describe in concise terms on a Dreamwidth roleplaying text-input box.]

So basically. You just want to take two pieces of thick fleece, and sew them with... a quarter-inch margin between them and the edge of the fabric, thereabouts. I like to take some extra fabric and put pockets in the end of mine. Good for stuffing your hands in if you get really cold.

*Normally, he might mention that what he can do isn't magic, but it's too cold for a discussion like that. Instead, fire leaps to life close enough to his gloved hand that it should be uncomfortable before a flick of his wrist sends it out into a rope of fire that curls back around to warm the immediate area. It only lasts around half a minute, but it does manage to give off a decent amount of heat before it fades.*

I've been using similar smaller Ethers to keep myself warm here.

It figures, doesn't it? I can throw a Darknut across a room with my mind, but I can't do a thing about people freezing.

[Naoya smiles slightly as he watches April play in the snow, walking over towards her.]

You'll want something for that leg of yours.

[He pulls out something from his pocket - a pair of leg warmers.]

[Patpat in the shoulder.]

It's all right. We've all got things that we can't do, no matter how powerful we are.

[April blinks over at him. And then stares in shock at the leg warmers.]

Huh, wha- Where did you get these?

I just hate feeling useless. And I haven't felt this helpless since before I died.

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