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maskormenacelogs2015-11-15 05:33 pm
mathemagier) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-11-15 05:33 pm
[OPEN]
WHO: Hermann, Newton, StarkTech employees, & OPEN to anyone that might want to stop by!
WHERE: StarkTech
WHEN: All of November
WHAT: Nerds and science!!
WARNINGS: Swearing and biology stuff?
NOTES: Feel free to respond with prose if that's your preferred tagging method! Also let us know if you'd rather tag with only one of them, as they'll likely both be responding to a given thread by default.
[The biotech lab is divided by a line of bright yellow tape.
Equipment is divvied up with most of the medical-looking equipment to one side, and most of the computers on the other, as if the division heads simply couldn't reconcile their differences.
Large, imposing chalkboards stand as a strange centerpiece to the technological side, complete with a sliding ladder and numerous boxes of chalk stacked on a desk nearby. Equations litter the surface, complex formula with strings of variables written in lowercase, notations entirely capitalized.
To the right is a ten foot robot, with panels missing and wires exposed, hooked into a small set of monitors running streams of code and projections nearby. The left side of the chalkboards is an engineer's work space, with half-completed bits of tech, spare parts, tools, wiring, screws, and 3D displays strewn about in an organized clutter. Even a small collection of books on what looks to be a neatly maintained personal desk.
The biological side of the lab stands in stark contrast to the professional work environment cultivated on the far side of the tape.
It looks a bit like a college student moved in, complete with cheesy posters, various dinosaur and Godzilla toys decorating the shelves, and humorous science puns and memes that were printed off the internet for display. There are jars everywhere, labelled a bit overzealously with differently colored sticky notes and warnings about the contents.
Paperwork litters most desk surfaces in a disorganized array, backdropped by a large fluctuating holograph depicting lines of chemical readouts. A radio and keyboard stand nearby for no discernible reason, but are nevertheless surrounded by scientific charts and various graphs.
Woe betide anyone that attempts to restore order to the biological division, or disrupts the structure of the technological side.]
WHERE: StarkTech
WHEN: All of November
WHAT: Nerds and science!!
WARNINGS: Swearing and biology stuff?
NOTES: Feel free to respond with prose if that's your preferred tagging method! Also let us know if you'd rather tag with only one of them, as they'll likely both be responding to a given thread by default.
[The biotech lab is divided by a line of bright yellow tape.
Equipment is divvied up with most of the medical-looking equipment to one side, and most of the computers on the other, as if the division heads simply couldn't reconcile their differences.
Large, imposing chalkboards stand as a strange centerpiece to the technological side, complete with a sliding ladder and numerous boxes of chalk stacked on a desk nearby. Equations litter the surface, complex formula with strings of variables written in lowercase, notations entirely capitalized.
To the right is a ten foot robot, with panels missing and wires exposed, hooked into a small set of monitors running streams of code and projections nearby. The left side of the chalkboards is an engineer's work space, with half-completed bits of tech, spare parts, tools, wiring, screws, and 3D displays strewn about in an organized clutter. Even a small collection of books on what looks to be a neatly maintained personal desk.
The biological side of the lab stands in stark contrast to the professional work environment cultivated on the far side of the tape.
It looks a bit like a college student moved in, complete with cheesy posters, various dinosaur and Godzilla toys decorating the shelves, and humorous science puns and memes that were printed off the internet for display. There are jars everywhere, labelled a bit overzealously with differently colored sticky notes and warnings about the contents.
Paperwork litters most desk surfaces in a disorganized array, backdropped by a large fluctuating holograph depicting lines of chemical readouts. A radio and keyboard stand nearby for no discernible reason, but are nevertheless surrounded by scientific charts and various graphs.
Woe betide anyone that attempts to restore order to the biological division, or disrupts the structure of the technological side.]
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"You could settle somewhere in the country," he offered. Although without the ability to teleport, Joaquin would be rather removed from the imPort cities. "I've considered living an hour or two out of De Chima for a quieter community myself. But that won't be until I've secured a vehicle of my own, of course."
Hermann set his tea aside and sampled his soup, appetite perking rather than rebelling.
"That's something I was going to look into this month, but I believe I'm just going to end up customizing my own once I find a suitable mechanic to assist me in its assembly."
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As much as having his motorcycle could help him get around, he wasn't sure if they were allowed to take vehicles with them through the porter. Half the convenience of having something to get around in meant cutting back on spending money for taxis.
Joaquin was taking a sip of his coffee when Hermann mentioned building his own vehicle. It made him tense a moment but he managed to swallow the sip. "Er, make sure you get a good mechanic if you're gonna do that. Not Jaime Reyes."
As nice as Jaime was, his own motorcycle made of cannibalized bits and pieces and was hardly more than a death trap.
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An hour or two commute was pretty long, but he'd worry about that whenever they seriously considered living outside the city.
"Jaime Reyes?" Hermann had no idea who that was, but then his familiarity with most imPorts was minimal. Not that he doubted Joaquin's warning, but he was curious. "What's wrong with their work?"
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"Oh, uh..." Suddenly he felt a little worried. Had he overstepped talking about his friend like that? Maybe. But he wasn't going to risk Hermann's well-being to talk up someone who may or may not deserve it.
"Well, he's... he's my roommate, and I like the guy, he's a good pal, don't get me wrong!" Joaquin twirled his coffee cup in his hands, restless. "He's just... I don't trust his deathtrap of a motorcycle. He put it together but..."
He shook his head and took another sip of coffee.
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"While I'd be more concerned about yourself in that case, I do have considerable standards. Rest assured, I fully intend to vet the mechanics I do find quite thoroughly."
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He chuckles a little. "No worries about me, I don't ever plan on trying out his bike."
But it is reassuring to know Hermann had some exceptional standards. Looked like he didn't need taking care of then. "Good. I'd like to see what kind of vehicle you put together. Something from your world?"
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Remembering his soup, Hermann put in a more concentrated effort to eat it between bits of conversation.
"But yes, I intend to build a more modern vehicle.. for all Newton enjoys saying I'm old-fashioned, it's rather exaggerated. In addition, I'd like for the hover technology to be an optional feature. Useful to be sure, but there's no real sense of actually driving, I don't think. It would be like a floating horse without legs you simply direct with the reigns. Not much of a general appeal."
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That kind of description was rather comical for Joaquin to imagine. He found himself laughing softy. "I think I see your point. I don't expect having a motorcycle will quite make up for the lack of my horse, but it'll definitely be handy to have around."
Get from point A to point B real quick. Having some way to just get away from it all period if necessary. Sometimes just taking a long ride, or drive, was all you needed to clear your head of the cobwebs left from the worst of social interactions.