[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Dropped Opportunity [Open]
Jan 2, 2021 1:41:26 GMT -5
Post by Cintra on Jan 2, 2021 1:41:26 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 3 | Day 5
"Wuh-oh..."
Cintra stared down at the ground below, warily looking over splinters of glass that now coated across stone and grit. In normal times? She could possibly find the visuals pretty, wonder if there was a way to make it permanent, or start brainstorming other interests that were inspired from the sight! In current times? Well, she was focused on the fact that she, a glassworker, had somehow stupidly dropped a lightbulb down to the ground with catastrophic results from height ((Even if it was 'no height' compared to her skyscraper standards)).
To be fair, the lightbulb was weird and small to her. It was some kind of white tube that had to be slotted into the holder not unlike a battery of some kind. A weird pencil shaped battery... which... wouldn’t be a major problem there, only there was the very real very problematic problem with the fact it was significantly more fragile than a Cybertronian battery or pencil, and such a fact hadn't been taken into account. Too tight a squeeze, too forceful a push to try to snap it in... and boom. It broke in half and took a nice tumble.
The femme seemed completely flabbergasted at this fact, like her processor was still trying to churn through the turn of events to come to any kind of conclusion. Pale faceplate held a blank expression, arms were hung limp to dangle at both sides... Thankfully the rest of her frame hadn’t gone as slack as this, or she would have taken her own tumble down to the ground. Cintra had not used a ladder to actually reach the tall ceiling and as such couldn't just flop against it for support.
Cintra was suspended within the air, supported by what appeared to be a construction workers harness that was bound about her upper torso. A set of four gray and teal straps were slung up to connector points, adding to stability to keep from swaying from a wrong move or fast lurch. Only, said straps were far too thick to be normal wiring, looking almost like chunky cables... On another look, said cables were not taunt as if clipped on but were instead bowed somewhat like a living appendage.
Because it wasn't a construction worker's harness.
Four blades were clipped down into the stone walls towards the top of one of Blackridge's numerous hallways, two on either side to hold on tight. The sharpened tips found purchase against the groves and burs made by the large drilling machinery, and the one that could not find such a grip instantly instead found a pocket of softer material it gored into a little bit. The blades were connected to four long cables that tapered gradually larger up to the femme's back, fusing together along her upper spine, back of shoulders, and helm in a way that showed it was part of her frame and not an added device or tool.
It was this set of appendages that had permitted Cintra to get her job ((a simple one to help the base!)) that now were the sole things that kept her from flopping over in disgust and flabbergasted distress. While her primary role back in the day was replacing and cleaning glass, changing lights for some decorative outdoor fixtures when someone contacted her boss with such a job was not unheard of. She should be able to handle it just fine! And because of this there was this horrible nauseating feeling of shame.
It may have been a flimsy as frag earth bulb that could be argued wasn't her fault, but there was this primitive almost built in HATE of broken glass in these situations and how she could have dropped it from twenty stories up onto someone's head. Despite how many years it had been? She could almost hear her boss yelling from what was likely the grave, and sadly it was at her instead of one of her coworkers.
"FFFFFFRrrAG!"
A popped squawk of a shriek, Cintra flung her head back as her processor seemed to finally add one and one together to equal failure. Her hands flared at this as if wanting to claw at the air paired with a fleeting peddle kick of her legs, before she eased into movement. With careful motions the neon pink, yellow, and teal femme twisted around, ending with her now hanging upright with legs aimed at the ground and her mistake rather than trying to peek over her shoulder at it.
What to do... what to do...
Did she clean first? Remove the evidence? Or did she run and try to find another lightbulb? It was an out of the way hall she thought, she probably had time to do both before being caught... yet if she didn't have time, would the glass or the missing light be more noticeable? Logic said the black void patch of light was the obvious problem, yet she simply hung there staring at the ground thinking, wondering how well a dust pan would work on dirt and limestone.