Everett
9 degrees. It was way too cold for snow to show up anymore. Anything that would come down from the clouds now would be the harshest of freezing rain.
*So why is it that Sergio is finding himself walking through fresh patches of snow?*

He trudges along, cursing under his breath as he makes big steps over to the clearing that was still *Hopefully* Not as buried as it was last night.

A took tries to mat down his hair. It wasn't long enough to *Truly* Mess up his hair, but it still was something he hated wearing unless needed. He misses the more temperate weather of the spring and summer.

Finally he pushes into the field of his choosing. Finding it to be buried as well. Shame.
But it does appear to be already taken up by someone else! Not a shame. He notices the movement and decides not to completely walk into them, the snow around them looked up to his knees. He's not dealing with that right now.

He finds a nearby tree, and activates his power, walking smoothly up the side of the tree. As he finally climbs up to the lowest branch that hung lowly by the moving mass in the snowbank, he drops to his legs, lightly kicking his feet in the air.

"Hey there bud, how're you now?" 
He leans a bit forward, calling out to the moving mass. 
"Any luck on the tunnel digging?"

Hopefully this was a person, and he wasn't bothering some wild animal out here. That would be awkward.
Jennifer
9 degrees. Not the most ideal temperature for some, but for Caspar it represented *Potential.* Cas had spent the afternoon flexing his paranatural muscles in the cold, blanketing the area in snow. He had no patience for the local temperature to reach snow levels. The coolness of the air would keep any snow or ice he made structurally sound for far longer than when he first got to NC.

Cas's white hair pops out from the snow, followed by his head. He quickly scans his surroundings, searching for the source of the voice. It takes him a minute before he thinks to look *Up.* Upon spotting the newcomer, he immediately greets them heartily.

"Hello there!" He exclaims. Still neck deep in snow. "Doin' great down here!"
"Tunnel's pretty good, thanks for asking!" The tunnel's also surprisingly warm internally. It's using the same principles as an igloo, so it's pretty comfortable in there.
Everett
Hey! Lucky guess, it was another person. He waves a hearty welcome when the tufts of white hair find where Sergio was located.

"That's good t' hear!" He calls back. 
"By the by, *Why* Are you building a tunnel system?" 
"Also, if you don't mind me asking. When did this snow drop? I figured it was only gonna warm up a bit later."

*Holy shit it was a tunnel, he was just making a joke.* This kid has some priorities.

Wait was this he even wearing a shirt? Even the most tightly compacted tunnels couldn't keep someone *That* Warm out here, right? 
He must've been seeing things.
Jennifer
Cas climbs out of the tunnel, bits of snow falling off his shoulders. Not only is his shirtless form unphased by the cold and the snow on his skin, he's completely dry. The air gets noticeably colder when he exits from the tunnel.

Cas does some simple stretches. He's clearly stiff after lying down under the snow.
"I made it. The snow, I mean. I cool things down, that's what I do!"
Cas points at himself with his thumb for emphasis in a cocky way. He's trying to be 'cool'...

"I kinda just wanted to see if I could make a tunnel, honestly... Uhh I vaguely remembered how igloos work..." Cas puts his arm behind his head and chuckles a little.
Everett
Sergio blinks. This kid is able to just relax in this under freezing temperatures like this? What a power. 

Oh. Okay. *Snow kid.*
"I see, thats pretty neat! You seem to be able to make way more than I was expecting."
He looks at the path of fresh snow he had trudged through. He looks back to the snow kid, letting the annoyance sit with him internally.

"I mean, you said it worked so far, right? That's rad atleast. How far is the tunnel so far? Also you can make snow, but can you like. Make icicles for weapons or something?"
And so begins the questioning. Godspeed young Caspar.
Jennifer
Cas looks back thoughtfully at his tunnel. 
"Think it's like a meter or two? That's like... What, 6 foot?" 
It's clear he's doing the conversion math in his head as he asks this. Cas appreciated the presence of this new lad into the clearing. Especially since he now got to show off a little. 

While Cas does his meter-to-foot conversion, he extends his right arm with his fingers outstretched. Immediately, moisture in the air condenses and flows to Cas's palm in ribbons of coiling mist. Starting from the palm of Cas's hand, a thin spire of ice begins to form. After the icicle reaches a suitable length, Cas breaks it off at its' base and begins fiddling with it.

"Pre-ty cool, if I do say so myself. To answer your question: Yea I can pretty much make anything that needs a frozen liquid. I need water to make anything, though."
Everett
Sergio follows the other boy's gaze. This tunnel must be no joke. He wondered what he could try to experiment with his own powers. The most he has was just hanging upside down until he got sick.

"Shit, how long have you been working out here? And like. You're not cold out here at all?" He speaks with amusement spiking his words. Even if it was a parahuman thing, he could never sit out here for longer than an hour at most, *Especially* Without a shirt on.

A whistle follows the boy's demonstration. Sergio was actually impressed, he didn't mind people showing off their powers. *It was cool.* He enjoyed seeing people enjoy their weird genetic lottery, it at least kept the spirits high in the damn place.
It was like people firing shots into the air just to keep the emotional value down whenever he would check the intranet. Sucks that most people were available on there. Oh well.

"Yeah, you're right on that one there bud. It is pretty *Cool.*" He gives a small smirk with his low hanging pun. It was funny to him at least.
"But, are you able to raise the temp as well? Or is it just the whole freezing and ice making? Either way it's still fascinatin'."
Jennifer
Truth is, Cas was feeling a little chilly, though he'd never show it. 

"Haha, not at all, dude! Been out here an hour or two, haven't felt a pang of cold." 

Cas does enjoy showing off his ice powers, especially some of the more complex ones like the icicle trick. He's a show-off at heart. When Sergio follows up on Cas's ice pun, Cas immediately pulls a double-finger-gun gesture. He completes the gesture with a prolonged "Ayyyy!" Sound.

After reacting to Sergio's pun, Cas looks around awkwardly, as if looking for a better answer to Sergio's last question. After a minute or so, he put his arm behind his head and chuckles with mild embarrasment. 
"Heh... I can freeze things, that's about it. Or make snow... Or fog... But other than that I'm stuck on one side of the temperature range."
Everett
Sergio squints a bit at the kid's brag. He's watching for even a slight shiver now. It will be hard, keeping himself steady with his own senses being given a one on one duel with the cold.

"Must be part of the powers then, huh."

Sergio follows along with the finger guns, like a Midwestern duel of acknowledgement. He smirks as the kid feels a slight pang of embarrassment. 

"Nah you don't gotta feel too bad about it. We all have our limits." He readjusts on the branch, keeping his legs pressed against it. As long as he doesn't shake around too much, he shouldn't lose his hold. He wonders how easy it would be to balance on the branch upside-down.

"Your power is still really rad, bud. You're like... An icebender or something."
Jennifer
Cas flashes Sergio a big grin. Feint, twinkling snow particles seem to fall loosely off his bare skin. The air is starting to feel ever-so-slightly colder. Cas is doing this deliberately, making the air colder to obfuscate his own near-shivering.

"Hehe... Thanks, dude! *Icebender*...I like it!"
He does a little Avatar-esque martial arts motion, letting freezing particles and fog trail after the ends of his limbs. He doesn't account for his footing however, and so nearly trips when the frozen ground fails to provide enough traction for a kick. Steadying himself, he strikes a triumphant pose before loosening up again and chuckling at his own mistake.

It's clear that Cas is just *Drinking* In the praise. He's grinning like a maniac and, even through his near-embarrassing mistake, his stance seems more confident. Hearing someone call him "Rad" Seems to have... Energised him, for want of a better word.

Cas looks at Sergio and strokes his chin thoughtfully.

"Talkin' of 'cool' (heh), I'm no expert... But I'll bet yours are also pretty rad, my dude"
Everett
Sergio nods, the small challenge of a power show off being thrown with a proverbial glove. "Nothing as fancy as making the surrounding area cold enough to make snow." 

He grips tight onto the limb of the tree, trying to properly place the soles of his boots onto the branch. As he pushes up from just his legs, he stands perfectly on the side, balancing on it as if he was standing on the top.

"But, I can do this. I'm really good at climbing trees, I suppose." He holds his arms out to the side, maintaining his balance. "If you ever lose anything high up, I'd be your superhero, I 'spose." He tries looking down towards Caspar, or... Up? To the left?
He wishes his powers had a gyroscope aspect with it. This shit is confusing.
"I also can float for a little bit. Like with zero g. It's not consistent, though. I usually can only do it when I need to or not thinking about it." He shrugs.

"Also, no blood rushing to the head! That's a plus." He points up to his head, then swings his arm back out, wobbling to the ground as he regains his balance.

"It's like- Uh- It's like I'm walking on the ground all of the time. Even when I'm upside down. I can't look up when I'm upside down though. I got bad vertigo."
He tries getting another look at Cas. He shrugs after his explanation. Sergio hasn't really experimented with his powers.
Jennifer
Cas positively explodes with emotion. He begins talking faster, with a energised, complementary tone and lots of arm movements. He has entered Full Hypeman Mode.

"YOOOO!" He exclaims, wildly gesticulating with his hands. "That is COOL as SHIT!" He exclaims, pointing at Sergio in time with his exclamations. Truly, Cas finds the idea of personal gravity manipulation pretty cool. He can only imagine how convenient it would be to be able to climb up any surface... Though he would probably also get vertigo from the experience.

"Aw man that's some, like, spider man shit! And actual FLIGHT?! Your powerset's fuckin' awesome my dude."
Everett
"It's not like-" Sergio steadies himself again. "Its not *Flight* Flight. It's more I just turn off gravity for myself." He finally lets go, falling towards the ground.

Before he drops, he feels the pull towards earth lighten up, and he floats! Sergio is just a foot away from the frozen earth, slightly drifting away from his original falling spot, as he no longer was following the earth. He twists himself around, aiming his feet towards the ever calling ground beneath him, and drops back down.

"It's like... Tightrope walking." He sputters out, finally getting the words for it "With the big safety net below ya. But instead you're tightrope walking on the side of the 7/11."
Jennifer
Cas gives Sergio an appreciative nod. When Sergio lands, Cas stands to the side and slightly behind Sergio. It feels like Cas would be slinging his arm over Sergio's shoulder if he could, but since he doesn't know if Sergio is cool with physical contact he's just trying to give off Arm-Over-Shoulder vibes.

"Ehhh so it's not *True* Flight... Whatever, it's still cool, my dude."

Possibilities spring to Cas's mind, forming themselves into questions.

"Can you like... Ungravitate people besides yourself?...Can you stand on *People...?* If you don't mind me asking, o'course."
Everett
Ah. Fuck. One of his boots sunk in too far and got some snow in it. He holds in a groan of discomfort. Sergio didn't want this kid to think he was upset with him.

"Well? First one no. I have tried, second one yes. But a lot of people don't like foot prints on their back, or holding an almost two hundred pound punk on their back. So that ones a bit situational."

The power questionnaire rally game continues. Sergio shoves his hands in his pockets to keep them warm.
"Is the iceshaping just out of will or do you have to shape your hands in a way? Also do you have like. Ice armor? Have you tried making an ice statue of yourself?"
Jennifer
Cas chuckles warmly (ironically enough). "Hah! I totally get that. I'd probably hate getting footprints on my jacket... Though if you need someone to stand on, uhh, stand *With* I mean, I'm your guy." He says, unprompted. 

Cas coalesces some moisture into a snowball, proceeding to toss it into the air and catch it again. It provides a nice physical distraction for him as he collects his thoughts.
"When I shape stuff it's more of a... Visualisation thing than a physical thing. I *Can* Use my hands to manually shape stuff but just thinkin' it is easier. Making an ice state of someone or myself's a little hard, but I've done it a bunch of times before. " 
Cas tosses the snowball to his other hand. 
"Uhh yea I can also make ice armour! Keeps me surprisingly warm, too."
Everett
A smirk crosses the punk's face. 'Course the kid has made a statue of himself. Its what Sergio would've tried first as well.

"Huh. Warm even when encased in ice. Kinda funny."

He readjusts his footing, remembering how to stay set on the ground itself. Surprisingly, he's had to remember to think about that too often. Sergio has found himself lightly drifting away from the ground when he's thinking too hard one too many times now. Made a science exam a little funny, though.

"I'll uh- I'll keep the offer in mind, then. Hopefully I won't find myself using your shoulders as a stepping stool too often." A goofy smile crosses his face. Nailed the wording for that one.
Jennifer
Cas gives Sergio another finger-gunning. He pulls a pair of slatted sunglasses out of his pocket and slips them onto his face. Cas likes this dude, though he can't quite put his finger on why.

"I think it's the same kinda concept as an *Igluvijaq*? Like... The ice traps air pockets and stuff so it captures heat... All that fancy stuff."
Cas tosses the snowball to his other hand again, though this time he miscalculates the angle a little, causing it to sail over his hand and splat wetly onto the ground. Despite this disruption he continues with his conversation, stuffing his hands back into his jacket pocket.

"I got the idea when me and the fam were visiting Nunavut. Got to see some genuine Inuit *Igluvijait."* 
Cas's Inuktitut pronunciation isn't fantastic, but he's clearly either heard it often or practises regularly.

"Ever been? It's pretty empty, but it's scenic as hell. Better than Quebec anyway."
Everett
Sergio's eyes follow the snowball as the kid talks. Finally resetting to the speaker's eyes after the ball scatters across the ground.

"Oh, Nunavut? Unfortunately not. I have heard its beautiful."
Propping his back against the tree, he continues.
"Family is from Alberta, furthest they traveled was B.C. I think it was a business trip." He remarks. The information was shaky though, after all, he was (6? 7?) young when the trip happened.

Sergio chuckles at the jab towards Quebec.
His eyes then light up at the realization.
"Wait, are you *From* Canada? Like actually born and raised in the north? Which province?"
Jennifer
Cas's eyes light up when Sergio mentions being from Alberta, though he doesn't say anything till he catches on.
"Alberta! I've been there a bunch. I actually got a lil' fossil stone of some plant from there... Nothin' special but still pretty nifty."

When Sergio realises Cas is Canadian, Cas becomes visibly excited. Canadian-to-Canadian Communication has entered its' 2nd Phase. "YEAA DUDE! Born in Saskatchewan! Uranium City actually. Spent the better part of my life there, but my family moved around *A lot* So I dunno if I can really say i was raised there..."

Cas flashes another big grin before giving a thumbs up to nobody in particular. 
"Still always managed to head back for Christmas though! That's actually how I discovered my ice thing but... Uh... That's a whole 'nother story.
Everett
Sergio nods. Holy shit. It's been forever since he last another Canadian!

**Note. Five months is not actually forever. Note 2. *Holy shit its been five months since he was sent here.***

"I mean. Sounds like it was a cool 'nother story. I just woke up floating one day. Thought I was still dreaming 'til I hit the floor."
He chuckles, rubbing the shoulder he remembers landing on that fateful morning.

Five months. Damn.
He should get a medal for dealing with this place for so long.

"But I was raised in Edmonton. Never really left the town. Family would of course get to fly around for work, but... Good ol' Edmonton born and raised, here."
Jennifer
Cas chuckles and makes a kind of "Yeaa..." Sound. First superpower awakenings must always be kinda awkward. It's nice to know that it's a universal experience, he thinks. 

"Yooo! Edmontonian! Nice! I've got some relatives there actually. Only been there once, though." He makes a hand gesture that's clearly supposed to represent traveling around the world: A sorta diving airplane hand thing. "My folks are old-school-style hippies so they didn't cart us around to urban places much." His hands move constantly as he talks, adding emphasis and colour to his statements.

"Maaaan, you got urban life while I got a dying mining town with like seventy people..." There's a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice. He's clearly thought about his birth town a lot. He does wish that he was born somewhere more exciting. It'd be a better place for a Cool Guy™️ like him. Still, one can't change the past, he rationalises. Or, at least he *Thinks* You can't change the past. Honestly if there was someone at NC who could do that he wouldn't even be surprised.
"...But I mean hey, both have their perks, amirite?" He gives Sergio a friendly little elbow jab.
"Like I said, it was really pretty. Plus I gotta hang with a bunch of cool grizzled older people. One even said he shot a man, though I'm not sure how truthful *That* Story was..."
Everett
Sergio plants a boot against the tree.
"I mean.. Fuck, I felt like I was supposed to live in one of those mining towns. I was held back with so many rules as a kid." He shakes his head.
"'Sergio, go do these chores before you can read.' 'Sergio, no hanging out with the Dover boys, they'll corrupt you with their video games and devil music!'"
A exasperated hand gesture pops out from the crossed arms. "It's like... Shit. I felt like I was living in the 19th century. Shoulda been tried for as a witch or something when I came home past curfew."

He rests himself back, a quick groan to settle himself from his frustrations. Kid doesn't need to hear all of that.
"But... Yeah I suppose so. Having other kids to hang out with made growing up better. Got to learn how to skate cause of some other kids that moved up from the border side. That was a good summer. Surprised none of us walked home with broken limbs." 
He chuckles.
"We tried learning how to grind a bench like that Tony Hawk game for weeks. Never figured it out. I just stuck to cruising after struggling to just jump with the damn thing."
Jennifer
Cas nods knowingly. He doesn't really know what it's like to live in a strict household, but he does empathise with Sergio's situation. 

"Yea, I get that. I mean I never had any direction growing up. Never got to stay in one place long enough to develop a feeling of *Belonging* Y'know? My parents are like rich hippies 'n shit, so me and my sister basically had to look after ourselves. Doesn't sound similar to your situation, like, at all... But you kinda get what I'm gettin' at, right? Uhh... Extremes are bad. 

Cas enters into a state of deep contemplation, mulling over the information he's just been given.

"Heh... The ideal upbringin' for us would've probably been like... All of us in a weird mixed household probably... It'd make a *Really stupid* Sitcom premise at least." He jokes, pointing finger-guns at Sergio.