Cold Snap on the Normandy

[psychadrellic]

Who: The crew of the Normandy
Where: Aboard the Normandy SR-NO
When: Backdated to during the cold snap
What: Crew bonding, IDK.
Warnings: PG-13 for potty mouths and horrible innuendo
Style: Probably brackets
Status: Closed & Ongoing; backtags ahoy!
[Start a thread for your character, tag other character's threads, make everything as horrible and as awkward as possible]

Comments

[normandeering]

I can't get much colder.

[She gets what he means, though, and she'll be quick. No frozen water here. Like she'd want to be out of her clothes for more than ten seconds anyway.]

You don't look too comfortable, Thane.

[psychadrellic]

[SHRUG]

I am no worse off than anyone else.

[normandeering]

Don't drell prefer scorching deserts?

[Because humans can handle a certain amount of cold, and what little she knows of lizards tell her they can't. Although admittedly she doesn't know all that much about lizards, and Thane isn't actually one. For one he doesn't crawl around on all fours.]

[psychadrellic]

Ostensibly. I don't speak for all drell, obviously, but at guess I would say scorching is secondary to dry for most.

[At least the air here doesn't seem to be bothering his lungs as much as he expected. Probably because it's currently FROZEN, but still!]

[normandeering]

So this is the worst of both worlds, then?

[psychadrellic]

It is far from ideal.

[So yes, basically.]

How are you holding up, Shepard?

[normandeering]

I'm... managing.

[Never mind she just made it worse for herself by attempting exercise.]