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Who: Lucrecia, anyone who wants to run into her and have their minds broken ♥ (open).
When: during the ball.
Where: the balcony on the second floor of the castle.
Rating: PGish.
Warnings: ... Lucrecia. By herself. Forming theories. About hypothermia. Baddd news.
Summary: Lucrecia can't really waste all the time at the ball socializing, can she? Yeah. She thought not. So, theory time~
First stage of hypothermia, in every human: body temperature drops one to two degrees below normal. Shivering sets in, which renders the victim incapable of using his or her hands to complete the simplest of tasks. Muscles tense, blood vessels shrivel and constrict beneath the surface in a futile attempt to retain any heat that was lost for whatever reason. Body hair and goosebumps are raised along the flesh in another futile attempt to insulate the skin, keep the body warmer for a bit longer, as breathing becomes shallow and quick. The warm sensation that most might feel would lead one to assume that they are, in fact, recovering, when they are only being entering the second stage.
Well. Lucrecia figured she was about a minute or two away from that stage.
It wasn't hard for a biotechnologist, for a scientist, for any person in general, to see and recognize the stages of hypothermia. They were ridiculously obvious, and she could point out every reaction her body was forming, was building up, against the cold. Of course, most people tended to avoid hypothermia, for various reasons. Lucrecia, well -- she had her reasons, and though they were probably ones that made any sense whatsoever to anyone else, she figured they had much logic to them. It was certainly an odd sight to see, anyway: her standing out on the balcony on the second floor with both feet in a bucket full of ice cold water.
She was shivering, and her arms were folded across her chest as she twisted her body a little to glance at the grandfather clock in the room directly behind her. If anyone were to pass by the room and glance inside, they'd see her, past the open glass doors that led to the balcony to where she stood. She had left Cloud's side quite awhile ago to venture upstairs, and the opportunity seemed like a perfect one to form a new theory (given how delicately she was dressed and how cold that particular night was). She was ticking off the minutes spent in her head, and a notepad was clutched tightly to her chest with a pen shaking violently in between her fingers.
"First stage reached," she mumbled, voice trembling, attempting to write out her notes on the pad of paper. "Entering second stage. I'm led to believe that the body is just as capable of succumbing to such conditions, even in foreign and strange places. Must stay until the end of second stage. Third stage cannot be reached; too risky."
Which was, really, because the third stage often involved impending death, and it was hard to recover after the body dropped below 90 degrees Fahrenheit. And, well, she wasn't really too keen on explaining to Cloud (or anyone else, for that matter) why she had died. At the ball. In the freezing cold. With her feet in a bucket of water. She didn't want to have to explain that, oh, it was all for science, dears, no need to worry.
She had a feeling if that happened, Cloud would never let her out of the house. Ever.
Never mind the fact that her notes were basically unreadable. She was writing them out in her mind, plotting them all in particular spots, and yes, definitely entering the second stage. It was clear now.
After all, a few experiments never hurt anybody, did they?
When: during the ball.
Where: the balcony on the second floor of the castle.
Rating: PGish.
Warnings: ... Lucrecia. By herself. Forming theories. About hypothermia. Baddd news.
Summary: Lucrecia can't really waste all the time at the ball socializing, can she? Yeah. She thought not. So, theory time~
First stage of hypothermia, in every human: body temperature drops one to two degrees below normal. Shivering sets in, which renders the victim incapable of using his or her hands to complete the simplest of tasks. Muscles tense, blood vessels shrivel and constrict beneath the surface in a futile attempt to retain any heat that was lost for whatever reason. Body hair and goosebumps are raised along the flesh in another futile attempt to insulate the skin, keep the body warmer for a bit longer, as breathing becomes shallow and quick. The warm sensation that most might feel would lead one to assume that they are, in fact, recovering, when they are only being entering the second stage.
Well. Lucrecia figured she was about a minute or two away from that stage.
It wasn't hard for a biotechnologist, for a scientist, for any person in general, to see and recognize the stages of hypothermia. They were ridiculously obvious, and she could point out every reaction her body was forming, was building up, against the cold. Of course, most people tended to avoid hypothermia, for various reasons. Lucrecia, well -- she had her reasons, and though they were probably ones that made any sense whatsoever to anyone else, she figured they had much logic to them. It was certainly an odd sight to see, anyway: her standing out on the balcony on the second floor with both feet in a bucket full of ice cold water.
She was shivering, and her arms were folded across her chest as she twisted her body a little to glance at the grandfather clock in the room directly behind her. If anyone were to pass by the room and glance inside, they'd see her, past the open glass doors that led to the balcony to where she stood. She had left Cloud's side quite awhile ago to venture upstairs, and the opportunity seemed like a perfect one to form a new theory (given how delicately she was dressed and how cold that particular night was). She was ticking off the minutes spent in her head, and a notepad was clutched tightly to her chest with a pen shaking violently in between her fingers.
"First stage reached," she mumbled, voice trembling, attempting to write out her notes on the pad of paper. "Entering second stage. I'm led to believe that the body is just as capable of succumbing to such conditions, even in foreign and strange places. Must stay until the end of second stage. Third stage cannot be reached; too risky."
Which was, really, because the third stage often involved impending death, and it was hard to recover after the body dropped below 90 degrees Fahrenheit. And, well, she wasn't really too keen on explaining to Cloud (or anyone else, for that matter) why she had died. At the ball. In the freezing cold. With her feet in a bucket of water. She didn't want to have to explain that, oh, it was all for science, dears, no need to worry.
She had a feeling if that happened, Cloud would never let her out of the house. Ever.
Never mind the fact that her notes were basically unreadable. She was writing them out in her mind, plotting them all in particular spots, and yes, definitely entering the second stage. It was clear now.
After all, a few experiments never hurt anybody, did they?