Voice | Forward-dated to mid-morning

[attheclocktower]

[Her uniform had never really been a problem before. Sure, it could get ridiculously warm sometimes in Agrabah, but that was as much the coat as anything. Beyond that, the outfit underneath it had served well during her duties as an Organization member. Overnight though, as the blizzard had started and temperatures started to drop rapidly, it became clear that, even with the blanket on her bed wrapped around her, her current outfit was not nearly warm enough for sub-zero temperatures (or even whatever temperature the cold outside made it inside). Even with the jacket on over it. It made it almost impossible to sleep.

She's got her blanket wrapped around her as best she can get it even now as she sits, shivering a little in front of the terminal. Her voice is a little shaky, more from cold than anything.]

D-does anybody know where you can get something w-warmer? Like... blankets, or clothes.

[Message made, she sits back on the stool, nestles further in her blanket, and waits for any replies]

Comments

[tempustemporum]

you're going to find out one way or another. if you don't want to attempt to survive it, that is your decision.

[attheclocktower]

[That actually makes her scowl a little.]

I d-didn't say anything about not t-trying to survive.

[She just. Doesn't want to go looking for trouble when she's already as uneasy as she is about this place.]

[tempustemporum]

...you're right. i suppose there are other ways. i apologize. [He only looks down for a moment, though, before he's staring right back into Xion's soul at the screen.] ...but if you do want to survive... you must know by now that you'll be having a harder time of it if you don't want to know how 'bad' this tower can be.

[attheclocktower]

[She... doesn't have anything to say to that. He's right on that count, and she knows it. Information always helped. It was why the Organization always did recon on new areas.

She bows her head a little.] I know. You're right.

[The visual similarity is still nagging at her.]

Um... Do I know you? [beat] Sorry. You just... look really familiar.

[tempustemporum]

...no, i don't recognize you at all. i'm sorry. [His social ineraction up until the Tower has been pretty limited, anyway.]

[attheclocktower]

Oh. [That... probably hadn't been the best way to phrase the question but... oh well.]

Um it's... nice to meet you.

[How does I social interaction.]

[tempustemporum]

[That is a very good question, one for which Ienzo does not know the answer.]

...nice to meet you, too.

[He looks and sounds completely enthralled.]