Well, a tropical island might give me a little more trouble than something temperate, but I can work with just about anything. [A thoughtful beat.] Water helps, too.
[He turns to the controls for a brief moment, but whatever he's setting up doesn't take too long. When he's done, he turns back towards Caitlin and gestures at the door as if to say 'after you'.
Once she steps into the Enclosure, she'll find herself standing on the broken remains of a bridge, standing over a river - while it's warm enough it's also pretty clearly not temperate either.]
If you'd rather, we can go down to the edge of the river, but this is a little more out of the way.
[Not that there's anyone to see what they get up to, but it's the point of the thing.]
[The height is exhilarating, and the adrenaline that comes with it just makes it that much easier for her to access her powers. She closes her eyes and the temperature drops around them in a bubble that extends for about a dozen feet in all directions, making the moisture in the air cling to the metal of the bridge in fine white crystals. Her appearance shifts to match, light hair spilling over dark at the same rate as the frost spreading beneath their feet.]
We're just a little too far away for me to turn the river into an ice rink, but ...
[But the air is still damp enough for her to be able to work with it more easily, and she pulls a collection of crystals together to form a misshapen chunk of ice in her palm.]
I'm still working out the specifics of making sculptures.
[He'd been expecting the shift in temperature, at least, for all that he hasn't made any real effort to dress warmly. The shift in her appearance, on the other hand, comes a very much a surprise. Still, he figures that it's not like he has any idea what is or isn't normal in cases like these. Not to mention he figures that if she hasn't gone out of her way to address it that it's probably not anything out of the ordinary.
Instead, he nods, both at her comment about the river and the one about ice sculptures.]
That kind of precision is usually something that takes practice, yeah. So I can't exactly say I'm surprised.
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[He turns to the controls for a brief moment, but whatever he's setting up doesn't take too long. When he's done, he turns back towards Caitlin and gestures at the door as if to say 'after you'.
Once she steps into the Enclosure, she'll find herself standing on the broken remains of a bridge, standing over a river - while it's warm enough it's also pretty clearly not temperate either.]
If you'd rather, we can go down to the edge of the river, but this is a little more out of the way.
[Not that there's anyone to see what they get up to, but it's the point of the thing.]
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[The height is exhilarating, and the adrenaline that comes with it just makes it that much easier for her to access her powers. She closes her eyes and the temperature drops around them in a bubble that extends for about a dozen feet in all directions, making the moisture in the air cling to the metal of the bridge in fine white crystals. Her appearance shifts to match, light hair spilling over dark at the same rate as the frost spreading beneath their feet.]
We're just a little too far away for me to turn the river into an ice rink, but ...
[But the air is still damp enough for her to be able to work with it more easily, and she pulls a collection of crystals together to form a misshapen chunk of ice in her palm.]
I'm still working out the specifics of making sculptures.
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Instead, he nods, both at her comment about the river and the one about ice sculptures.]
That kind of precision is usually something that takes practice, yeah. So I can't exactly say I'm surprised.