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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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Post by Iceman on May 28, 2024 20:26:38 GMT -5
"Gee, thanks," Bobby said when Sierra mentioned she was glad he wasn't dying but sounded utterly unconcerned. He did understand that she came to check on him in the first place because she had been concerned, so he chalked that up as a win.
He did lift his head to raise an eyebrow at Sierra when she mentioned something about global warming, but he dropped his head back down on his bed when she brought the topic back to the manor's heating system, stating that it was fine.
"I didn't think otherwise," Bobby admitted. He did sit back up again when Sierra added that she had been trying to do some investigating as to why the weather was being strangely warm for this time of the year.
"Really?" he asked. "Consider me intrigued. Anything in particular you're investigating? Could this warmer weather not be natural?"
Because if there was some sort of mission underlying all of this, then Bobby wanted in.
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Post by Gigabyte on May 29, 2024 20:54:34 GMT -5
Tag: Iceman, open! Words: 162 At the very least, Bobby sounded mostly like himself, even if he was feeling the heat a bit more than most of the manor's inhabitants. Sierra watched as Bobby sat back up with the more she spoke, but she was hesitant to walk further into his bedroom. With the air conditioning on and the dry air just from it being December, Sierra didn't want to risk any stray static to emit from her.
Of course, Bobby perked up at the mere idea of something to investigate.
"It's... been a thought," Sierra admitted. "I don't truly have anything concrete about it, but... It's been too odd for me to ignore. I have a few computer programs keeping a record on the fluctuating temperatures around this area. It's the only thing I can think of at the moment to try to investigate this. If there's something worth investigating."
She paused. "I suppose the weather this year could be just a fluke as well, right?"
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Post by Iceman on May 30, 2024 7:18:14 GMT -5
Bobby was sitting up fully now, perched at the edge of his bed as he watched Sierra hovering in the threshold. "Did you want to actually come in and sit somewhere?" he asked as Sierra appeared to be mulling over her next words. He gestured to the spot next to him on the bed or his desk chair before giving her a crooked smile and saying, "We can leave the door open like we were supposed to as teenagers."
Sierra admitted that investigating the strange weather was an idea, but mentioned that she didn't really have anything concrete to go on. Bobby scratched the back of his head before saying, "It sounds like you're just on the lookout for patterns or something, huh?
"It could be just a fluke," Bobby agreed slowly, "but if someone as smart as you thinks otherwise, then..." He shrugged, trailing off.
"If your programs do find something worth investigating," he said, "let me know. I'm game to join in on the fun."
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Post by Gigabyte on Jun 1, 2024 16:00:00 GMT -5
Tag: IcemanWords: 177 Notes: End thread? Thank you! Bobby invited Sierra further into his bedroom and, before she could politely decline, he added something cheeky and she rolled her eyes. "No, thank you," she said dryly. In a more casual tone, she added, "I'm afraid the cold, both from the air conditioner and the dry air from the month's weather, will cause more static electricity...
"Indeed," Sierra said when Bobby mentioned something about patterns. "That's truly all I can do at the moment. I'm open to ideas on how else to determine whether or not this weather is natural."
Sierra nodded when Bobby said that this warmer December could just be a fluke, and she gave him a quiet thanks when he inadvertently complimented her intelligence.
"Don't worry," she said when Bobby stated that he would want in on a mission should the weather warrant one, "I'll let everyone know if something off is found.
"In the meantime," Sierra straightened up from the frame of the doorway in anticipation of leaving, "I'll let you continue enjoying the air conditioner. Try not to blow a fuse."
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