⚙ 002;

[fuhgeddaboudit]

Character: Labrys and you!
Setting: Dormitory floor three, near room 3-07
Format: Action, but I'll match.
Summary: Kirijo-made or not, Some mechanisms just plain don't work well in extended periods of cold weather.
Warnings: None yet.

[Running diagnostic.exe...

Plume of Dusk intact and functioning. Movement capabilities at 68%. Optical sensors at 72%.]

[Labrys looked down at her hand, flexing silver fingers--instead of the smooth whirring of well cared-for mechanisms, there was the quiet creaking of joints in protest. In fact, she noted all her motions took an abnormal amount of effort. By now it was even at the point where her axe had to be left in her trunk; fixing it to her back made her even slower.]

[Tactile sensors at 56%. Speech functions at 82%. Combat efficiency projected at 20% of maximum output. Overview: Hardware possibly compromised. Diagnosis: inconclusive.]

[Slumping back against the nearest wall, the android sank to the floor. Was this what exhaustion felt like? There needed to be an unnecessary amount of effort expended just to move; calculations put the specific amount somewhere in the realm of 32% more than usual, with an error margin of .5% either way. Maybe she should just try to make it back to her room. Power down into sleep mode for a while, maybe that would help it.]

[...She'd have to get up first. From the uncharacteristically weary look on her face, it was evident that wouldn't happen immediately.]

Comments

[pitiedthefool]

Hm... [Wait, was that chattering? It certainly imitated it, and that normally happens when...

Oh, right. Science class back in grade school.] How long have you been going around in the cold?

[fuhgeddaboudit]

Uh...I d-dunno, the whole time?

[When Labrys realized she wasn't bothered by how cold it was and therefore apparently had no need to go running around looking for warmth, she'd filed it away as something humans needed to be concerned by and focused on helping others where she could instead. Someone was never really fully educated on her own specifications. ]

[pitiedthefool]

[He frowns slightly. Yeah, that could do it.] Well... metal generally constricts in the cold.

[Yu offers a hand. Either he can try and help her up and to a fire, or he can leave one for her here and come back when he's dropped off the wood at Nanako's room.]

[fuhgeddaboudit]

Oh...I didn't know that.

[She took his hand--her own about as cold as you'd expect metal to be--and stood up with the creaking of cold protesting joints.]

...man, that sure don't sound good.

[pitiedthefool]

I kind of learned it the hard way when I tried opening a metal door when I was a-

[...And he has bare hands. No gloves were in his trunk...]

Kid. [...Oops. He lets out a sigh.] Come on. I set up a campfire nearby earlier, but I can set one up in your room, too.

[Since they're... kind of stuck until someone's hand warms up. Oops.]

[fuhgeddaboudit]

...huh? Is there somethin' wrong with your hand?

[Not Getting It.]

[pitiedthefool]

...Cold metal and exposed skin.... kind of sticks together like glue.

[WELL LABRYS, LOOKS LIKE IT'S SCIENCE CLASS FOR YOU.]

[fuhgeddaboudit]

O...oh. Whoops.

[pitiedthefool]

It's alright. We just have to warm up a bit, and it'll be fine.

[And your motor skills will be less strenuous. Win/win?]