[ Snowstorms are one thing. Making it a couple of blocks to his place on foot in a blizzard is nothing. It's the freak rain storm and sudden drop in temperature that's turned the city into a massive ice rink that has them both still stuck in the office past closing time.
At least the power hasn't gone out, not that that means much when the the heater's been slowly crapping out for a week now. They're not in danger of freezing, but it's been coats on for at least an hour.
In the distance, Matt hears someone a few streets down attempting to slide their way along the sidewalk. It ends in cursing and shouting.
Still pretty bad, he's guessing. But he likes to hear Karen describe the view from the window, anyway. ]
[ snowstorms are one thing, but karen's also pretty used to ice storms, too. winters in vermont growing up could end up a little all over the place, and she remembers stints where it was too dangerous to leave the house because of the ice.
she just had also, perhaps foolishly, assumed those times were behind her. so the last two days have been something of an unwelcome surprise, but nothing they can't handle. the heater has been working pretty much full time over the last week and it has definitely showed signs of exhaustion. part of her wonders what they're going to do when the power does go out, or if the heater will die, completely, before then. but that... that is a problem for future matt and karen.
for now, they're in the conference room, files on their most recent case scattered across the tabletop. karen rubs her hands together, trying to work a little more heat into them, as she reads from her laptop. matt's voice grabs her attention though, and she looks up to see him- well, not smiling, but they both know his question isn't entirely because he doesn't know what's happening.
she looks out the window anyway, checking down each direction of the sidewalk from what they can see through the icy trees. ]
I think the temperature's dropping again- some of the patches that were in the sun look like they're refreezing. [ she sees a few skid marks of other new yorkers trying to make their way down the street and failing in various ways. she lets out a sigh. ] It might be time to admit Foggy was right about the snowshoes.
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Date: 2025-06-29 06:12 pm (UTC)[ Snowstorms are one thing. Making it a couple of blocks to his place on foot in a blizzard is nothing. It's the freak rain storm and sudden drop in temperature that's turned the city into a massive ice rink that has them both still stuck in the office past closing time.
At least the power hasn't gone out, not that that means much when the the heater's been slowly crapping out for a week now. They're not in danger of freezing, but it's been coats on for at least an hour.
In the distance, Matt hears someone a few streets down attempting to slide their way along the sidewalk. It ends in cursing and shouting.
Still pretty bad, he's guessing. But he likes to hear Karen describe the view from the window, anyway. ]
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Date: 2025-06-29 10:22 pm (UTC)she just had also, perhaps foolishly, assumed those times were behind her. so the last two days have been something of an unwelcome surprise, but nothing they can't handle. the heater has been working pretty much full time over the last week and it has definitely showed signs of exhaustion. part of her wonders what they're going to do when the power does go out, or if the heater will die, completely, before then. but that... that is a problem for future matt and karen.
for now, they're in the conference room, files on their most recent case scattered across the tabletop. karen rubs her hands together, trying to work a little more heat into them, as she reads from her laptop. matt's voice grabs her attention though, and she looks up to see him- well, not smiling, but they both know his question isn't entirely because he doesn't know what's happening.
she looks out the window anyway, checking down each direction of the sidewalk from what they can see through the icy trees. ]
I think the temperature's dropping again- some of the patches that were in the sun look like they're refreezing. [ she sees a few skid marks of other new yorkers trying to make their way down the street and failing in various ways. she lets out a sigh. ] It might be time to admit Foggy was right about the snowshoes.