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Let it snow [CLOSED]
WHO: Meulin, Rhia
WHAT: Meulin meeting her roommate
WHERE: Meulin's room
WHEN: Backdated to Early January
WARNING(S): None so far
Well the first thing Meulin noticed that morning was that she was cold. Incredibly cold, like the world outside was suddenly inside and--was that snow on her blanket? She sat up and blinked at the snow very clearly swirled in patterns on her floor and the open window. Refusing to get out of bed to close said window quite yet, she shimmied down to the footboard and reached as far as she could for a thick sweater and some slipper. The slippers were layered with socks and she finally put her feet on the ice cold floor.
"Freezing--shish kabobs--come on." She muttered, skidding to a stop before the window. Huh. Was that branch in her window before? She gently bent it back to close the window and turned to survey the snow on her poor floor. She'd need to get a broom.
It doesn't really occur to her that someone opening the window might be a problem or that someone who used it to get out might be a bit trapped when they try to get back in. What DOES occur to her is she might have a roommate who has decidedly different opinions about windows and winter.
WHAT: Meulin meeting her roommate
WHERE: Meulin's room
WHEN: Backdated to Early January
WARNING(S): None so far
Well the first thing Meulin noticed that morning was that she was cold. Incredibly cold, like the world outside was suddenly inside and--was that snow on her blanket? She sat up and blinked at the snow very clearly swirled in patterns on her floor and the open window. Refusing to get out of bed to close said window quite yet, she shimmied down to the footboard and reached as far as she could for a thick sweater and some slipper. The slippers were layered with socks and she finally put her feet on the ice cold floor.
"Freezing--shish kabobs--come on." She muttered, skidding to a stop before the window. Huh. Was that branch in her window before? She gently bent it back to close the window and turned to survey the snow on her poor floor. She'd need to get a broom.
It doesn't really occur to her that someone opening the window might be a problem or that someone who used it to get out might be a bit trapped when they try to get back in. What DOES occur to her is she might have a roommate who has decidedly different opinions about windows and winter.
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She sat up and made an odd Whooooshing sound, that sounded like wind in the branches of trees, asking the tree she was on, to open the window. The branch surged and shoved itself through the glass. Well, that was one way to open the window, she supposed.
She checked the tree first, to make sure it was unharmed, then she noticed the girl in the room. Rhia dropped down from the branch to check on her as well, landing on all fours. One hand caught the glass and she made a small cry of pain. She lifted her hand and looked at it, glass sticking out of her palm worse than any sharp rock.
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She was not a serious person by any means but sometimes, things called for serious measures. She adopted her most serious look and knelt to inspect the hand all covered in glass.
"Sit on the bed! I'll get some tweezers and we'll get that out."
Best to worry about the tree through the glass later. Or whenever she could get a teacher to come see and replace it. She wondered how much money they spent on repairs for rogue powers.
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"It might hurt okay?" She reached for her hand and slowly pulled out the bits of glass and set the to the side one by one.
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"Okay, antibiotic and we'll bandage it up!" She carefully put on the ointment and put an entirely adorable cat bandage over the wounds.
"Feel better?"
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"Rocks? You mean glass? Where are you from?"
Being a semi-middle class American makes it a little hard to imagine somewhere without glass. Or where they didn't even know what glass was. Unless it was in a corner of the world where they simply didn't need it or couldn't afford it.
"Glass keeps the cold out. Or it did."
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Meulin pats her bandaged hand and looks down at the glass. She needs a broom and a dustpan and maybe a sheet. She's shivering again already.
"Why do--oh the cold? Well, if you're too cold you could freeze and die...Don't you feel the cold?"
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"Oh, do you hibernate?"
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"Well you know how some plants will die from cold and wither from heat? Humans are like that! We need a pretty specific range of temperatures to be happy. We'll have to fix the window or I'll probably get sick."
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That makes Meulin hesitate, worried for her roommate's health. But if she survived it last night, wouldn't she be okay with it later. She forces the worry away before they have a sudden cat addition she'd be obliged to explain.
"If you want to. You could sleep in here too!"
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As for how, well, her mind stumbles to a halt. The gears are turning but nothing is coming up. Knocking won't help, maybe a flashlight? They had light smoke alarms at home. She ponders it to herself and appears to have forgotten she was supposed to reply to that part. Or look up for Rhia's reply.
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"They open from the inside but I think you could open them from the outside. They slide open and you can let the breeze in when it's nice outside? And they're made of glass."
She gestures, making a square and then gestures toward the floor where it's all still scattered.
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