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Post by Iceman on Mar 10, 2024 12:30:36 GMT -5
Sunday, December 10, 2023 | 164 words | open! Bobby had his room's air conditioner on full blast. In the middle of December. And he was a mutant whose powers had to do with ice.
Something was wrong.
"...Ugh." Alright, so maybe Bobby was being a little dramatic, but it wasn't supposed to be warm out in December. While the heat didn't exactly hurt him, Bobby was still feeling uncomfortable enough to lay sprawling out on his bed in shorts and a tank top.
His main thought was that something was off with the manor's heat system, but he was certain that if there was something wrong, then Sierra would be on top of it. Granted, the weather was being weird lately. He could chalk it all up to it being New England, but he usually expected snow rather than strong sun.
Regardless as to why it seemed a little too hot for December, Bobby had half a mind to take the Blackbird and go visit some penguins in Antarctica.
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Post by Gigabyte on Mar 21, 2024 6:05:11 GMT -5
Tag: Iceman, open Words: 151 The electric network was usually easy to keep in the back of Sierra's mind, something that wasn't much of a thought to her unless something odd was happening somewhere in the manor. Generally, she would pay more attention if a light burned out or if the security network was stuttering somewhere.
The central air's air conditioner being on full blast in one of the bedrooms in December counted as odd.
"Bobby?" Sierra knocked on the other teacher's door, curious if he was in his bedroom. If, due to his mutation, he was the type to keep his room cold all year round, Sierra wouldn't have thought twice about his room's AC being on as it is. "Are you well?"
While she didn't want her friend to be sick, if he wasn't feeling well and the cold helped him, then that would be less of a worry than something else being wrong.
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Post by Iceman on Mar 21, 2024 7:25:30 GMT -5
"I'm dying."
When Sierra came into the room after Bobby called that the door was open and she asked if he was feeling well, Bobby dramatically draped a hand over his forehead, feigning a swoon while he answered. Sierra was too smart to fall for such a rouse -- she always was, even when they were teens -- but he was a ham.
"I'm alright," he answered more seriously. "It's just... I dunno, it feels too hot to be a December in New England, ya know? Think I'm just more sensitive to the warmer weather, especially since I fully expect the colder weather at this time. Usually I'm thriving. Instead, I feel wilted."
He paused. "The heat isn't on the fritz or anything, right?"
If there was, as Bobby thought previously, he was certain Sierra would have been fixing the heating system -- or calling in whatever professional that could fix it -- instead of standing in his room talking to him, but he may as well ask.
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Post by Gigabyte on Mar 27, 2024 6:53:28 GMT -5
Tag: Iceman, open! Words: 152 Both of Sierra's eyebrows flew up at Bobby's rather dramatic response of him dying when she asked if he was alright. Her expression turned more neutral as he explained further, citing that it felt a little too warm for the time of the year and he was, more or less, just trying to remain comfortable.
Which all sounded plausible to Sierra, so whatever worry she had previously felt deflated as she leaned against the threshold of Bobby's room.
"Well, I'm glad you're not dying," Sierra said dryly, "I do agree that the weather is strange for this time of the year. Global warming is usually more gradual than this...
"The heating system is fine," Sierra answered. "I believe it's just the weather... But I have been trying to do a little more investigating to see if there is a better explanation as to why the snow is melting so quickly in December."
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