Gilbert
Trying to cold start my brain for this ghfjhfhf
Daniel
It's a quiet afternoon in the Cradle as a tall Japanese girl nervously steps through the halls of the building as she holds her beloved blanket close. Her gray, angular eyes scan the area around her, trying to look for anything that seems off. She can't read any of the signs denoting which hallway or room she's entering, so she's praying she doesn't encounter The Zone and end up sick, or so she thought.

 Eventually, she stops roaming the Cradle and realizes she had earlier promised Koyama-San that she would bring snacks for study time. She looks around to see if there were any vending machines nearby, and happens to spot one in another room. She remembers that ***The Zone*** Is in the common room, but she can't read the Swedish sign telling her that, so she goes in anyways. She's now stepping closer and closer to the unguarded ***The Zone***, unknowing of what's about to come.

 Suddenly, she felt her movements slow down. The air around her felt like it was beginning to freeze solid. She began to shiver. As she stopped in the middle of ***The Zone***, Nakanishi looked down at her hands and realized her wrists had frozen. She tries to pull up the sleeve of one of her arms to see if it had frozen too, but they became hard to move. She looked down and saw a small 'X' made of duct tape on the ground. Then, she realized what was happening. She tried to move, to get out of there as fast as she could...

 ...But nothing happened. Frost had formed all over her body, and her power had seeped through her thick, insulating gloves. The air around her body grew cold, freezing even. The girl had been frozen solid by her own power, which had been affected by ***The Zone*** To grow in power, which caused it to become uncontrollable, which then caused her body to freeze. She now stood there, completely still, a terrified expression plastered on her face, frozen in a running position.
Peter
The start time for study time passed a few minutes ago. Normally he wouldn't get worried this early, but considering she is his roommate and also ***The Zone*** Situation, times are different.

Gabe said he'd help, which is good. J1k2l345proeid9sjxmccccilklolkk89k 9if9iidfkmofpldlp.Fkrkorlfdlolkprlkerkldflflfok8 jidfjhwdfkj lesow lff;f /.Fff/ ffgf fff fff

Gabe said he'd help, which is good. His

He's having a bit of a moment right now for no outside reasons that Spidy is trying to deal with at all. These kids definttely aren't getting annoying or shouting in her ears.

As I was saying, Mamoru got worried because of the timing of her not responding and the ***Zone.***

"Nishi..? Nakanishi?" He calls out, almost a little timid about it. He's scared of what he might find. 

...

He had every reason to be. 
When he enters the common room, he sees Nishi frozen. His stomach plummets. "Sh..*Shit!*" He runs forward. He had no previous intention of getting anywhere near ***The Zone,*** But what choice does he have? She may not even be *Alive*. *No no no stop stop stop-*

*Stop thinking stop it*

And he does stop thinking, apparently, because without a second thought he plunges into the zone to grab her and attempt to pull her out. Maybe he wasn't too late? She'll be okay. She will. She'll be *Fine.* 

*Shit shit sh-* 

He doesn't feel anything except for a strange tingling sensation. But he barely even registers that. 

If Nakanishi even has feeling right now, she would have noticed (probably) that the area Moru grabbed is numb- as if it's asleep.
Daniel
Her skin had gotten so cold, her nerves would've went numb anyway. Nakanishi was terrified. She couldn't feel anything, she couldn't move anything, not even her eyes to look around, she couldn't even utter a sound. Yet, she was still alive. Her mind was still alive, and racing. She could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. She was frozen, but alive. It was a terrifying experience, one she'd never had before until now.

Mamoru felt the hard, bitter ice on her skin instead of the soft fleshy stuff that is usually her skin. She was a statue frozen in ice, a potentially fitting piece for an ice kingdom... If people enjoyed looking at a frozen, terrified Japanese girl. The air around her was freezing, which wasn't pleasant compared to the warmth of the common room. Frost was everywhere, and was starting to spread to Mamoru's clothes and whatever else was in contact with her body.
Peter
Ares isn't here yet thank *God.* He'll get there, conveniently, after this interaction probably. How convenient. How neat. 

As soon as he gets close to her.. It's *Freezing.* Like being outside in the snow without a jacket. His only protection is his sweater.

It's unpleasant.
His teeth chatter. He doesn't even feel it as the frost climbs his sleeve. His hand is numb. He can't use his fingers. He can't feel them. 

Okay. 
Maybe this isn't normal.
Maybe it did something.

He uses his other arm to tug, and the cold bites into him there. God..

He grits his teeth.

Not good not fun not good-

*Please be okay.*
She's frozen. *Please get here Owen please-*

Please.
Please.

It's like she's frozen to the ground. He needs to get her out. 
Please.
*Just budge.*
..Hopefully he doesn't pull her onto himself. That would suck.
Daniel
As her power continued to freeze the immediate area around her, the frost began to expand to the floor. She became stuck to the floor, the ice holding her down. It felt as if a demon had finally grabbed ahold of a pure soul to drag down to the pits of the underworld to feast upon. She felt like crying. She was freezing, and Mamoru was putting themself in danger to get her out.

She felt grateful that despite the danger she now presented, her roommate was still trying to set her free from this icy hell. Yet at the same time, she felt like she wasn't worth it. She thought she was just another person in the Cradle. Just... Regular, compared to everyone else. She wanted to tell them that it wasn't worth putting themself in danger to save her, but she wasn't able to do anything other than wait for something to happen.
James
Owen bounded into the commons, nervous pricks already lining the back of his neck and his forehead. Well. His goal wasn't difficult to miss, at least. The statue-who-must-be-Moru's-roommate looked... Painful. 

"Moru! Moru, uhhh.." A heavy hand braced on the green-headed fellow's shoulder, before sliding off in a daze.

The redhead inched closer. A dry, stagnant, miserable chill summons goosebumps on his (purposely) bare arms, and his heartbeat thunders in his ribs, in his temples. Thin ice crunched quietly beneath his boots.

"Here now, um. *Esgob annwyl.* Nakan-nishi? It's, uh, it's help, hopefully? I'm going to try to free up your face, alright? S-s-so you can see?" *Can she breathe??*

Warm, strong hands moved to cup the statue's terrified face, and an awful, just-barely-strangled sound gurgled out from the shorter boy's throat. 

Waves of heat unfurled from his open palms, the air wavering like the horizon at the edge of a desert, writhing like an animal held prone by its own hide; the ether beneath his skin roiled uncomfortably, frayed nerves joining in a deafening chorus led by his very *Bones*. 

A roar, the rush of blood in his ears, sleep-weak but furious, gripped his heaving chest- hot, stubborn instinct fought against something *Other*, something wild, something clawing at his muscles and at his skull, rushing outwards. 

If Nakanishi's eyes could see through the dripping frost, they would meet pinpricks set in red, rimmed in tears. The boy's teeth remained gritted, however. His breaths, though shaky, remained as deep as he could get them.

More frost started to drip onto the floor.
Peter
The relief from seeing Owen is short lived. 

That noise.. He looks over at the oven guy with widened eyes. Is that normal? Is it the ***Zone?*** Damn it, he never thought about its impact on Owen.

*Stupid, stupid-*
He had been selfish. Again. Asking someone to dive headfirst into danger without knowing the risks. 

He can't see Owen's face, and that's honestly for the best. He would not take it well. 

He murmurs a quiet apology, but can barely find his voice. In trying to save one friend he thrust another into the weird shadow vortex glitchy distortion zone thing and... This is not a pleasant experience for any of them.
Daniel
She could only watch as a person she didn't know, but what she assumed to be one of Mamoru's friends bounded into the commons before they stopped in front of her. She watched their hands slowly come closer and closer to her face, before they looked like they made contact. She couldn't feel his hands touch her face. Then, she could feel her nerves coming back. Her face defrosted first. After what felt like an eternity, she could finally close her jaw back up. Her mouth felt very dry and cold, like the air usually was.

She saw the pinpricks on his face and realized what he was doing to help her was hurting him. And hearing that awful gurgling noise... She didn't want him to help her anymore. She felt awful seeing those red pricks on his skin, and the salty tears streaming down his cheeks as he endured the pain to defrost her. Once she could feel strength in her arms again, she hesitantly raised them up before placing them on his shoulders and shoving him away, hoping she was able to get him out of ***The Zone***.

[P-Please... Don't help me. I c-can't bear... Seeing you in p-pain...] The girl said to them, speaking in her native Japanese tongue as the frost quickly crept back up her body and started to freeze her once more.
William
I was gonna write uri snaking their hands around his waist and dragging
Theresa
[The spot has moved.]
William
Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Without announcing their presence, hands reached around Owen's waist and pulled him backwards out of the zone. They're not as strong as Owen, but Owen is limp— it's not as difficult to pull him back than one would expect. 

After Owen has been dragged an appropriate distance, Uriel sighs, tucking their head into the crook of his shoulder and neck. Their puffs of worried air tickle across his skin. 

"Owen, can you hear me?" Their voice is low and melodic as they wrap their arms around him tighter, almost completely burying their face into his skin. 

*He's so cold...* Uriel shivers against his skin, and the sensation of Owen's flesh being *Cold* Makes their stomach drop. 

"You're— you're alright. It won't hurt you. I'm here, ok?" They whisper soothing words into his ear, curling around him in a feeble attempt to warm him up. Their poncho was thick and woolen, and hopefully it could provide the silent boy they so dearly adored some comfort.
James
The roaring in Owen's ears took up too much of his attention; he nearly didn't feel it when his shoulders were pushed, his stomach was pulled.

He stumbled back, and through the frayed mess of his insides, he fell on something soft. 
Someone soft.

Nearly as soon as he was pulled past the caution tape, Owen's mind quieted, and the animal rattling against his cage of flesh and bone collapsed over his stomach. He gasped for warm air, away from the dry cold.

Was *He*... Cold?

"*Uri-el*," He croaked, a now startlingly-numb cheek pressing into theirs. His heart still hammered away, the pulse in his neck against their beloved face, his shaky hand feeling around for theirs. When it could find no purchase on anything, he settled for curling into them further, breathing in soap and lavender.

While the shock faded away and the gravity set in and invited proper fear, and with *That* A persevering trembling, the boy tried to stifle a dry sob. He was so happy they were here. ~~He was so relieved, he could kiss them.~~ He was still so scared.

"Y-you're here, you're here*Yourehere*." A sharp inhale, cutting between muffled sobs. "P-please don't le-let-lettm- *Holdontomeplease*," He asked of them, his proud voice lowered so only they could hear.

Somewhere in the back of his head, Owen hoped that the statue-girl weeping frost was alright, and that Moru's head wasn't spinning, but all his mind could stick to was the heat returning to his shoulders in softly stinging increments, and the blessed pressure around them. Uriel's arms always were a lovely place to catch his breath.
Peter
Staring is rude. He doesn't try to eavesdrop on what they're talking about. It's their business. ...He definitely understands the misconception, though. 

But he hasn't time to gawk. *Nishi.* She'll be okay. He reaches out for her again, not knowing he'll probably end up numbing her even further. 

"Hey- are you- shit-" He takes out his phone, typing into a translator quickly. "[Are you okay? Let's study another day. I don't want you to get sick..]"
Daniel
As she watches the events between Owen and Uriel unfold, she couldn't help but smile, thinking that she had done some good for Owen instead of letting him get hurt because he tried to help her from this mess.

But there was still another person suffering from her power: Mamoru. She looked over and tried to get them to step away from her, but she didn't have enough time to put her arms up and shove them away, too. Nakanishi quickly freezes up again, now stuck in a pose that looked like she was trying to shove away Mamoru as she ran. It was back to square 1.
Peter
He doesn't expect Uriel and Owen to take notice of this. They're busy. In their own world. That's not a bad thing. They need each other. 

..He can't ask Owen to help any more. Not when he's in that state. Nishi's legs haven't been freed. Moru's tongue feels heavy in his mouth, like after being numbed at the dentist.
Great. 
Good. 
Fan*Tast*Ic.

Whatever.

*She's trying to push away. She thinks I'm upset with her.*

He hurriedly types into the translator with his hands- both of which have feeling in them again.
He doesn't often use the numbing aspect of his ability. Not that he has often used his ability. But he knows it can be dangerous to mute and ignore pain.

Whatever.

'[It's okay. No one's upset with you. I'm going to get you out of there.]' For once he's thankful for having to use the translator, since he can't talk at this moment anyways.


If only he had any idea as to *How...* If he calls another person, he runs the risk of hurting them, too. 

She's freezing to the touch. *What do I do?* He's helpless. He can't do anything. He inhales shakily, trying to keep his composure, wiping a hand across his face.

His teeth chatter but he refuses to let the cold get to him just yet. 

Ares.. Would Ares help him? Should he even bother risking it? Ares has been perfectly fine, and can't be far. Maybe he should...
James
They could find something in the kitchen to heat up? Like, towels or heat packs or hot water bottles
William
It is 8 pm for them

Spidy is with some kids

Want me to split it off into two rps so uri takes care of Owen and Mamoru helps Nakanishi?
Peter
"I'll be back. I'll be right back-" He's apologetic. He rushes off, sprinting. He's going to their room, rifling through all of their items until he finds a hairdryer. He's panicking. He can't wait for someone to have a heated blanket. He can't wait for someone else. He has to.. To do something himself. 

He runs back, out of breath, panting as he plugs it in. He was probably gone three minutes but he is absolutely exhausted. He's damn lucky the cord reaches. It is not his dryer but Nishi won't mind. 

He won't rely on ares. He won't. He'll let Owen alone with Uriel. 

'[Im sorry. I'm so sorry for the wait. I'll get you out. I'll get you out.]' he's also trying to figure out what to do to combat the potential hypothermia. He'll keep her warm. He will be useful. 

He turns it on, to the highest setting. *Please don't burn her please don't burn her-*
William
Uriel gives Mamoru a quick nod before escorting a dazed Owen out of the room— it communicates a very clear *I'll take him from here* As they leave the room, redhead in tow.
Daniel
As soon as the ice and frost had consumed her once more, her expression was again frozen in a terrified state, her icy eyes staring at Mamoru, unmoving. It was unsettling. Her entire body was once more frozen in ice, and she couldn't move anything. She couldn't feel anything. After the upper part of her body re-entered this frozen state, it became even more terrifying for her.

It was like finally experiencing a lick of freedom after being chained up for months, only to have your captors force you back onto the wall and chain you up once more, only worse. You were frozen solid, and your entire body was numb with cold. You couldn't even shiver. She could barely see through the ice clouding her vision. She couldn't read the text on Mamoru's translator app to figure out what they were doing.

Nakanishi could only watch as they ran out of the commons room with no idea of what their intentions were. She had no answers to a question she wasn't able to ask. Why were they leaving? One part of her wanted to remain hopeful, thinking that they had an idea what was going to set her free from this frozen hell, yet another part of her wanted to be much less optimistic, thinking that they had given up on her.

Those 3 freezing minutes of Mamoru's absence had felt like hours had gone by. The room was quiet, and she couldn't see any movement in her clouded vision. Nothing was changing for her. She was about to give up hope, until she saw the familiar green hair of her roommate, Koyama-San. In her peripheral vision, she watched them plug in a device. Then she heard the muffled sound of a hair dryer. It took her a second to realize that they were trying to melt the ice in order to free her.

And it was working. The ice and frost at her feet were finally beginning to melt. She couldn't feel any heat from the dryer yet, but she knew Koyama-San had a plan. She just had to wait and hope they would be fast enough to combat the hypothermia.
Andrea
"A *Statue?*"

Haoran's voice appears after an audible click of a door. He's brought more than a heated blanket — a heat gun from his workshop and some scrap metal. This must be from the distortion event, no? There was absolutely no way this would've happened otherwise.

...Ah. She's right there. In the zone itself. 

"Unplug the hairdryer. Use this instead." 

Haoran instructs Moru, placing the heatgun in his hands as he'd wrap the heated blanket around Nakanishi without a moment's of hesitation as soon as the distortion moves. He's precise and careful in not touching the ice itself. His stoic yet commanding tone contrasts the panicked voice of the other unfrozen person in the room, and he hopes it won't make them feel even more scared. 

*"Naka-chan, we'll get you out of there. Just be patient."*

*Italics = Japanese
Peter
*YES* Okay he's saved. As soon as he saw a glimpse of Haoran he knew he was saved. He told himself he wasn't going to rely on someone else to do this but... To be fair Haoran is offering to do more than bring the blanket. So it's fine. Mamoru isn't useless. Mamoru can be helpful. He's not utterly incapable of helping people. It's fine. 

It also definitely helps that Haoran speaks Japanese. 

He unplugs the hair dryer as soon as he's told. Haoran always sounds like that, so he's not too put off. 

...He doesn't know how to use the heat gun but.. Surely he can just point and shoot? And it'll be like a mini heater, and she'll thaw, and it'll be okay.

It'll be okay. It has to be okay. He doesn't want to believe that anyone can die to this thing. Especially, as selfish as it may sound, not someone he knows. She'll be okay in no time. 

Sure, it's hard for the two of them to communicate. They have to speak through translators, that says quite a bit on its own. But she's still a friend. She's important to Mamoru.
Daniel
She watched yet another different person come in, carrying what looked like a larger blow dryer and a blanket. She couldn't exactly make out what they were. However, she knew that the other person had another plan to free her. The ice began to grow from her feet as soon as the blow dryer was unplugged, but once the blanket and the heat gun were used on her, the ice began melting even quicker.

Her power wasn't creating ice fast enough to combat the heat from the blanket and the heat gun, meaning if they kept this up, Nakanishi would finally be free from her own power eventually. The water created by melting the ice would quickly freeze as it slid down the surface of the ice, but the heat gun and the blanket were still working.

Eventually, the ice at her feet finally melted enough (assuming Moru is pointing the heat gun at her feet like with the blow dryer) that she was no longer attached to the floor with ice, and she began to tip towards Mamoru, which would allow them to catch her and finally drag her out of ***The Zone***, putting a stop to her own power turning against her. Nakanishi couldn't express how grateful she was for not one, not two, but *Three* People putting themselves in danger to save her, even if she thought she wasn't worth it. She is definitely planning out gifts for each of them to express her gratitude.
Andrea
Haoran helps Moru catch the girl, pulling her out of the zone to allow the rest of the ice to melt off faster. He doesn't mind the numbing feeling of the ice, not when a frozen statue of a schoolmate is in his grasp. 

"There's another heatgun inside the workshop that isn't usually on me. I'll go get it, you keep using this one to melt the rest of it off." 

He says as he allows Moru to take the statue that was Nakanishi, the tall figure giving one more momentary glimpse before scampering off to get more equipment to get the ice off of her.
Peter
He nods. If it weren't for Haoran helping, Nakanishi may have taken them both to the ground. He helps her to sit on the ground out of the zone without falling. "Okay.. It's gonna be okay.." He continues doing as Haoran instructed, fearful concentration on his face. 

His focus is in this moment, at least. "Please be okay..." 

She'll probably need dry clothes when the ice is gone.. He has some comfortable sweaters, but she *Is* Taller than him so it may not fit.. But they're warm? 

He and Haoran need to home remedy this as much as possible so the nurse's full attention can be on the people that nearly died today. 

It's not right.
It's not right that staff hasn't said a god damn thing.
Daniel
Nakanishi still was stuck in the same pose with being frozen, so she had to be laid on the ground. Now that she was finally free from the grasps of The Zone, the ice finally began to melt at an acceptable rate. The heated blanket and the heat gun did wonders to melt the ice, but Nakanishi's clothes and the blanket ended up soaked with cold water.

Her head and face melted first. It was a huge relief to finally be breathing warm air again, but her eyes felt like they were burning as she pretty much had a staring contest with the wall. She tried desperately to blink rapidly in order to moisturize her eyes, but the burning continued. Then, her arms and legs melted, followed by the torso. As she finally became free of her icy hell, she visibly shivered with cold and fear. The blanket and her clothes were now soaked and cold, which didn't help to warm her up much.

Liquid tears began to slide down her face as her mind was all over the place. Her thoughts kept darting to Mamoru, the two strangers who helped, gift ideas for them, how she could be that careless, and more. Not only that, she also felt extremely guilty for forcing three other people into a dangerous situation by trying to free her from the ice. She shouldn't've walked into the commons room. She should've been more careful and attentive. Why didn't she look out for the tape marking The Zone? There were so many "Why" Questions she asked herself that she couldn't even answer them. She felt overwhelmed by everything that had just happened in these 10 or so minutes, maybe less, and she wanted to just close her eyes and let everything go silent.
Peter
He looks at her. This.. Was hell for him to watch, he can't imagine how it would've been for *Her*. God..

He hesitates a bit before scooting over, and wrapping an arm around her. A careful, slow side hug, just in case she wants to shy away. He won't force a hug onto her if she doesn't want one... 

He shoots Haoran a grateful look. Haoran really saved the day here.
Andrea
Haoran is back with the other heatgun to get rid of the rest of the ice, along with a dry towel so she can dry herself off. His gaze softens at the sight of the two hugging, setting the warm dry towel on the floor next to Naka. 

*"Are you alright, Naka-chan? Can you feel all your limbs?"*

He inspects her carefully, raising her hands to see if her fingers had changed color. He's abnormally calm, though under the facade of his stoic expression was concern and worry. 

"I'll brew her a cup of tea. Can you go to your dorm and get a set of dry clothes?" 

Haoran turns to Moru, nodding his head in a silent 'I'm glad I was able to help' when he sees the look on his face. His gaze and attention is back on the shivering girl in a moment though, tilting his head slightly when he gets up to get her something warm to drink. 

*"Any headache? Is it warm enough?"*
Daniel
As she continued to lay on the floor, feeling the disgustingly soaked and cold fabric of the blanket and her clothes rub against her only slightly warmer skin, she notices Moru slowly approaching her with a slow side hug. Immediately, wanting to feel the warm comfort of someone she knows, she rolls towards him until the NakaBurrito™️ pushes up against his body, and she allows him to give her a much needed hug. You can tell she's trying her literal best not to start sobbing in front of him and Haoran. She'd hate to do that in front of people, especially those who she knows.

Through her shaky breaths and whatever else may be going on in the commons, she hears another voice speaking to her in tongues she could decipher. She looks up, tears welling in her eyes, wondering who was speaking to her. It was Haoran, the person who she recognized as the one who brought in the larger looking blow dryers and wrapped the now soaked blanket around her. He was asking her a question... Asking if she was alright, and if she could feel her limbs. She just gave them a slow, shaky nod. Her limbs were feeling, albeit uncontrollably shivering, and she was alive, at least. Cold, soaked, and terrified.

She thought back on what happened through her blurred vision, and the muffled sounds of people talking. How she shoved away someone who was hurting themselves trying to save her, and nearly shoved away Mamoru who was trying to do the same because she thought she wasn't worth it. Yet, she was in mortal danger of freezing to death by her own power. She had pushed away those who were trying to save her life. She shouldn't've done that. She *Really* Shouldn't've done that. The tears kept flowing, yet she kept using all of her willpower to avoid sobbing right in front of them. Don't cry. Don't cry. *Don't cry.*