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[She’d only gone outside for a matter of minutes, in order to retrieve the child that had ventured out in the storm because they thought they saw a cat in need of help. In those few minutes, Cambie had gotten as thoroughly soaked as if she’d just dived into the public bath still fully clothed. The child has been safely returned to their mother, and now she’s wringing her hair out into the sink of one of the communal bathrooms. She’s cold, and clammy, and shivering, and there’s a soft smile on her face: she has to laugh at herself, because of course someone is going to come in while she’s looking like a drowned rat.] 

I know, I know - I’m that idiot. [She smiles, shaking a few more droplets from sleeves.] I’d not recommend going outside right now. Bit brisk out there.

[ As much as Elsa hates the cold, she loves the cool earthy scent that came with the rain more. She decided to endure the chill and go outside for a breath of fresh air. However, even with an umbrella and a warm jacket, her walk ended quickly as she slipped and landed ankle-deep in a muddy puddle.   

With sludge-splattered to her knees and dripping boots in one hand, she opens the door to the baths. She’s met by the sound of an unfamiliar voice and for a moment she confused by the remark but she figures the girl also fell victim the rains treachery.

She tilts her head her voice dripping with sarcasm.] is it bad out there? [She gives a half shrug.] I hadn’t noticed. 

[Elsa cracks a smile as her socks squish with each unstable step towards a free sink. Resting her shoes on the edge she gives them a quick inspection and feels where some of the pleather has lifted. She sighs. ] My boots, on the other hand, they’re not pleased.  

[Cambie had been more or less focused on wringing herself out - it’s difficult to concentrate when there’s icy drops of water creeping down your skin - but at Elsa’s sarcastic words she looked up properly, and realised that she wasn’t the only one that had gotten stuck in the rain. Actually, Elsa looks rather worse than Cambie. Cambie might be soaked through, but she’s not caked in mud.

She can’t help but laugh at the sarcastic words and the sad slapping sound of wet socks against tile.] You look like you should have stayed out a few more minutes, might have hosed some of the mud off you. [Cambie toes her own shoes off, peeling off her socks to wring them out in the sink. Elsa seems to be moving uncertainly; they’ve never spoken before, but Cambie is aware enough of most of the Colony’s citizens to know that she’s blind. She’s also aware, though, that Elsa is fiercely independent, so she’s not going to interfere. If she needs any help, no doubt she’ll ask.] 

D’you think it’s something a bit of superglue can fix? I’ve got to admit, ‘mend and make do’ has been a pretty foreign concept for me to learn over the last few years. I was a dancer before, and when your pointe shoes wear out you just toss them and get some new ones, there’s no faffing about with repairs. I’m still getting used to sewing and gluing everything back together. My name’s Cambie, by the way - I don’t think we’ve ever been introduced.

❥ ❥ • Roxy was currently leaning against the wall of some random building, doing what? Nothing in particular, really. At least, that's what it looked like, but she was actually deep in thought. Without all those mess of events from back home out of her way for now, she had some time to just think on many things. Going God Tier, meeting her mom for such a short time, so much really has happened! Now though... There was something else she had to touch base with herself.

Her drinking habits.

She had come to terms with herself why she needed to stop her over excessive drinking. Roxy originally thought it would be a great way to feel close to her mom, but after a while she had gone and abused her easy access to the stuff. She had originally to just swear off the stuff, but then she realized something else. The blonde... Sort of missed it. Not because of her own, silly feelings as to why she did it in the first place, but hey. Drinking isn't so bad if... If not abused as bad as she did before. After all, drinking was connected with parties, right? And where there were parties, there was fun and she always thought of herself as a fun girl. Yeah, she didn't want to become, in her own words, "Miss Tightass Lalonde." Besides! She felt she has become better at controlling herself in general. This was so something she could could do now.

The blonde started to feel sure more and more. With a nod to herself, she started walking off to nowhere. Well, she couldn't stand around forever. The rogue might as well explore this place!

Roxy was so distracted by the sights, since this would be her first time being in a city and super populated area, she hadn't even noticed her loss of footing. The blonde definitely felt that head to the pavement pain though. Kind of. For pavement it was unusually col--

Ice?

" Did this ice appear out of nowhere just so it could trip me up. Is this part of the social experiment? To make me look like that dumb blonde who's always trippin' over herself like woah there I go again!! "

Roxy mumbled other things under her breath as she slowly got herself up, but not before almost slipping again a couple times in the process. It didn't take her long too to realize it seemed to lead like a trail. Oh. Well. Might as well check it out might lead to something that she has no idea about, but she's going to do it anyway!

Roxy took a few twists and turns, but she was finally lead to some open lot. What should've just been a small area with greenery taking over, was replaced with snow. Ice. Even icicles pointing towards her that was a like a "Keep Out" warning sign. That, and some girl.

...Wait. A girl?

Roxy quickly weaved her way through the sharp ice about only half way, but was sure she was about ear shot distance.