Labrys (
fuhgeddaboudit) wrote in
towerofanimus2012-12-15 12:51 am
Entry tags:
⚙ 002;
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.]
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.]

B]
There. That should be enough until you can stand.