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ooc: Mitsur, I thought I said Jade ran out of the train earlier, and same for Scranton.
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OCC: My bad Tay
Anyway, I better put Mech back into the rpg, before I forget.
IC:
Mech gasped as the coldness of the freezer enevopled him. He stepped back out, shivering. It was so cold he felt as though he'd been punched in the stomach. He ruffled through his bag, grabbed a whitish powder, and stuffed it into his thermos. He smacked it against the ground, and the powder flared, then became a makeshift torch. He then threw on an animal hide over his shirt and pants, then went back through the door.
Even thought he was considerably warmer, it was still cold enough to freeze a creature. As Mech pushed on, he thought he heard numerous sounds, as if something was trying to escape. Pushing the thoughts away, he finally reached the end of the locker. The window was fogged up, but he had no problem opening the door.