Panic at the library! [Yang & Lita +1 Slot] Feb 7, 2021 19:37:33 GMT -8
Post by Lita on Feb 7, 2021 19:37:33 GMT -8
Lita sat quietly near the back of the library, she had been spending time trying to figure out the schematics from the textbook, it was about air way filters, the concept of fixing her own rebreather was both exciting for the prospect that she was finally able to understand how her mask worked, but on the other hand it was also terrifying, what if she screwed if for some reason it failed, or she didn’t install it right. With a common side effect of her radioactive quirk of breathing toxic air, it was hard to feel like you had all your bases properly covered, there was already room for doubt.
As she looked over the book she would make notes in her own book attempting to figure out what makes her rebreather work properly, the design was by someone else entirely, but she was starting to understand it, at least enough to make small repairs. She looked at the book again then picked up her mask from the desk opening a small section at the side of the rubber flap revealed a slot, inside was a small filter and she nodded confirming it was what the book was talking about. Upon attempting to close the slot there was a slight misalignment and just when she thought it was closed, she placed it back down on the desk.
She turned the page of the book when suddenly the mask seemingly jumped up out of no where, a spring had fired out overhead and went somewhere over the bookshelf. Her eyes widened in shock at first and then suddenly noticing the slot was open the small filter piece was missing the panic set in. Her green eyes widened as she quickly pushed out of her chair stumbling back and catching herself on the bookshelf. She quickly recovered from the stumble and started to tear down the alley between bookshelves. “oh no” she quickly said as the panic started to set in. “oh no, oh no, oh no. Where is it” she quickly searched the immediate area, how could she let this happen!
Her hurried pace and panic turned into running as she ran down the space between the bookshelves stopping any time, she might see a reflection of something in the carpet of the library. “no, no, no this cant be happening” she pleaded, “ the whole thing doesn’t work without it” she complained. She turned the corner quickly now in a sprint ~ how far could it have possibly flown~ she thought in her panicked state.
The biggest problem of this whole ordeal was that her quicks major drawbacks tended to show their nastier side effects when she was stressed out, and the prospect of not being able to go to class without her mask encase she had an episode stressed her out so much. Her black hair started to shift as a neon green colour seemingly overtook her hair, where once she had short black hair, rested a hair colour that remember more of a green glow stick. ~what if I poison my roommate by mistake while sleeping!?~ her thoughts barraged her with the negative repercussions that losing that piece would entail. “ no please not now” she begged turning the next corner with reckless abandonment to the unknown.