#*permafreeze event

There was nothing wrong about staying here, is what Hibiki thought at first when the weather took a turn for the worse. But as the days dragged on, he realized that the longer they were rooted in this house, the worse their circumstances would undoubtedly become. He made a point to bundle up, taking a bag from his room -- though sparsely used -- and filling it with things he felt one would need if they were to venture into subzero temperatures. That was the easy part in all of this, the harder part was just arriving. He mused on this as he knocked on the door to Yamato's room, waiting a few moments before pushing the door open.

The room was dimly lit, and his eyes strained until they adjusted. Afterwards, Hibiki headed over to the Chief of JPs, hard at work as always. He tried for his attention, leaning down to the eye level from where Yamato sat, and he spoke in a serious tone. Though he kept his gaze for the most part, near the end, his blue eyes averted as he thought how Daichi, Fumi, how everyone must have been fairing in this weather.

Hibiki's own hands were practically like icicles, frozen to the touch and completely numb.