right as rain || elsa + cambie
@elsa--copland:
cambieandrews:
[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.
