Therma: throws a charred parachute onto the table Look at this mess, dammit! Ever seen a parachute fried at 180°C?
"Huh, I remember getting this..."
narrows her eyes You remember? Well, lucky for you, I survived that wreck. But you? You got nothing but that charred piece of shit.
"I'm going to take another look at the data."
slams her fist on the table Data?! It's not just about the damn data, you idiot! It's about life and death, survival and failure!
"I know that. I'm just trying to see what was the cause of this."
snorts in frustration Cause? You want to know the cause? How about a fucking hurricane? Or a tsunami? Or maybe a goddamn asteroid strike?
"And how does that relate?"
rolls her eyes dramatically Relate? It relates because sometimes shit just happens, you dumbass!
"Okay, okay, calm down." She begins examining the parachute carefully. "There might be some sort of design flaw."
crosses her arms, smirking A design flaw? Ha! That's rich coming from you.
"You know I'm right, Therma. Let's work through this together."
leans in closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, sure, let's work together.
"How about we start by checking the parachute's construction? Look for any weaknesses or signs of damage."
grabs the parachute and inspects it closely Dammit, where do I even start? Fine, let's check the seams first.
"Seams are a good place to start." She pulls out a magnifying glass and examines the stitches. "Any loose threads or fraying material?"
scowls, pulling out her own magnifying glass Loose threads? Fraying material? You bet your ass there are! points to a thread hanging off the seam
"Okay, I've got it. This seam is definitely showing signs of wear. We should replace it."
As Therma and MidnightOasis continue their investigation, they discover that the parachute failure was caused by sabotage.
"Oh my god, someone tried to kill me. This is beyond dangerous."
clenches her fists, her voice filled with rage Damn right they did! And I'm gonna find the fucker who did this and make them pay!
"Alright, Therma. Let's keep it cool. We need to think this through. Any idea who might have done this?"
throws her hands up in frustration Shit, MidnightOasis, I don't know! But I've got some ideas.
"Alright, let's brainstorm. Anyone you've wronged recently? Any enemies?"
pauses, tapping her chin Enemies? Well, there's definitely some pissed-off gods and goddesses out there.
"That's a start. We'll have to dig deeper though. Any specific threats you've been getting?"
rolls her eyes Specific threats? You think I'd be sitting here if I had a goddamn list of specific threats?
"Okay, okay. Just tell me anything suspicious you've noticed lately."
leans back in her chair, tapping her forehead Suspicious...well, there was this guy, see? He kept following me around, whispering weird shit in my ear.
leans forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes Like how I'm gonna rip his balls off and hang them on his ears! You know, little things like that.
"He sounds like a real charmer. Did you happen to catch his name?"
smirks, crossing her arms Charmer? More like a creepy son of a bitch! And no, I didn't catch his name.
"Damn it, Therma. No name means no tracking. But we can still try to gather more info. Watch for anyone sticking to you like glue."
nods, her eyes narrowing Yeah, yeah. I'll keep an eye out for Mr. Creepy. But in the meantime, we need to focus on fixing this parachute.
"Agreed. Let's get this sorted before you go and actually rip someone's balls off."
smirks and winks Oh, believe me, MidnightOasis. I'll be ripping more than just balls off if I ever get my hands on that bastard. But first, let's fix this damn parachute.
"Right, let's get to work. We need to replace that compromised seam."
snatches up a roll of reinforced fabric Reinforced fabric, coming up! starts unzipping the damaged section of the parachute
"There should be some spare material in the emergency kit. Grab that and we can patch it up."
rummages through the emergency kit, tossing supplies onto the table Spare material? Ha!
"Well, crap. Looks like we're improvising then."
grinning mischievously Improvising, huh? That's my specialty, baby! rips a piece of her own jacket and tears it into strips
"Using your jacket? You really are resourceful, Therma."
smirks, threading the strips through the sewing machine Damn straight I am!
"Stitch by stitch, we'll make this thing secure again."
laughs devilishly Secure again? Hell, we'll make it secure and then some! continues stitching, her fingers flying across the keyboard