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maskormenacelogs2016-09-23 01:57 pm
4thdimensional) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-09-23 01:57 pm
tougher than diamonds
WHO: Doc Brown and various!
WHERE: De Chima residential area, largely
WHEN: Various times, late September
WHAT: Building, reminiscing, making a mess
WARNINGS: Possible sadness and/or orange explosions, will update if needed
[a. De Chima, streetside outside 03]
[Emmett is largely known for bigger and grander projects, but the one he now holds in his hands might be the most precious of all. He plucks the beautiful guitar's strings uncertainly, lacking the musical ear to be sure if it sounds just right...but it's definitely in better shape than it was when split in two.
He experiments with the placement of his fingers as he'd seen his friend do time and time again, eventually locating the notes to the song Marty had rehearsed endlessly for his shot at fame. Emmett hadn't paid much mind to the words then, but he speaks them now, sure that he lacks the talent to sing them.]
It's strong, and it's sudden, and it's cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life...that's the power of love
[He reverently places the guitar inside its case. It could probably use a tune-up from an expert, but he'll have to ask where to start on that front.]
[b. downtown De Chima]
[Emmett's science truck has a new round of deliveries today: he's branching out to a line of kitchen supplies. The memory of his ill-fated all in one breakfast still haunts him, but today he has a new idea:]
Allow me to present my contribution to the autumnal pastry industry: the pie-o-matic! Simply add your ingredients and my machine will do the rest---there's even an auxiliary pumpkin extractor for your convenience, which I shall now demonstrate. You simply place the pumpkin here, press this button, and voila!
[The gears and blades surrounding the poor ill-fated pumpkin whir to life. Emmett confidently sweeps across the front of the makeshift stage, turning hopefully to the device. It had been a little bumpy in testing, but surely he would prevail again...?
Not this time. The blade suddenly whirred off course, resulting in a decapitated pumpkin and a splatter of orange across his lab coat. At the crowd's groans, he sighs, reaching for a rag to wipe off the mess.]
My apologies! I'm confident that with some tweaking, I may be able to revamp this into a jack-o-lantern carving device. I'll see you next week...?
[The crowd disperses, shaking their heads. Perhaps not his most brilliant of ventures.]
WHERE: De Chima residential area, largely
WHEN: Various times, late September
WHAT: Building, reminiscing, making a mess
WARNINGS: Possible sadness and/or orange explosions, will update if needed
[a. De Chima, streetside outside 03]
[Emmett is largely known for bigger and grander projects, but the one he now holds in his hands might be the most precious of all. He plucks the beautiful guitar's strings uncertainly, lacking the musical ear to be sure if it sounds just right...but it's definitely in better shape than it was when split in two.
He experiments with the placement of his fingers as he'd seen his friend do time and time again, eventually locating the notes to the song Marty had rehearsed endlessly for his shot at fame. Emmett hadn't paid much mind to the words then, but he speaks them now, sure that he lacks the talent to sing them.]
It's strong, and it's sudden, and it's cruel sometimes
but it might just save your life...that's the power of love
[He reverently places the guitar inside its case. It could probably use a tune-up from an expert, but he'll have to ask where to start on that front.]
[b. downtown De Chima]
[Emmett's science truck has a new round of deliveries today: he's branching out to a line of kitchen supplies. The memory of his ill-fated all in one breakfast still haunts him, but today he has a new idea:]
Allow me to present my contribution to the autumnal pastry industry: the pie-o-matic! Simply add your ingredients and my machine will do the rest---there's even an auxiliary pumpkin extractor for your convenience, which I shall now demonstrate. You simply place the pumpkin here, press this button, and voila!
[The gears and blades surrounding the poor ill-fated pumpkin whir to life. Emmett confidently sweeps across the front of the makeshift stage, turning hopefully to the device. It had been a little bumpy in testing, but surely he would prevail again...?
Not this time. The blade suddenly whirred off course, resulting in a decapitated pumpkin and a splatter of orange across his lab coat. At the crowd's groans, he sighs, reaching for a rag to wipe off the mess.]
My apologies! I'm confident that with some tweaking, I may be able to revamp this into a jack-o-lantern carving device. I'll see you next week...?
[The crowd disperses, shaking their heads. Perhaps not his most brilliant of ventures.]
for Nike
When she arrives, she'll be greeted by a chorus of barks, two dogs eagerly pushing their noses through the door as soon as it opens. Doc is bent over them, loosely gripping their collars.]
Nike, how good to see you! Don't worry, the most they'll do is bowl you over in their enthusiasm, though I'm trying to curb that behavior as you can see...please, come in! I have this under control.
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The chorus of dogs won't surprise her since she is used to Shiro throwing himself onto her whenever she goes to visit Heropa 33. A light laugh will be heard.]
Who ever said getting bowl over with enthusiasm by two cute dogs was a bad thing? I much prefer them to be like this. That's how you know they're healthy and friendly!
[Although she says this, she will enter the house while cautiously rising her bag a bit.]
I brought everyone treats. You have no issue eating a thing known as crepes, right?
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I haven't had them often, but that means it's an excellent time to start. Let's be sure that our canine friends have their treats---they musn't get used to scraps of human food.
[He pets each of the pups, then gladly leads her inside.]
Have you been well?
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[Following after Doc and his two energetic dogs, Nike will smile happily at the view before her for a moment, enjoying it for what it is worth.]
Right. We can't have them getting sick. Good thing I brought them more than just dog toys.
[Heading over to the bag on the table, Nike will reach for a bag filled with the sweet smell of coconut canine paw prints. Taking a few from the bag, she will show it to the dogs.]
You want these, right? Aren't they good? You gotta do only a simple command to get it. Can you sit?
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[He cringes, expecting the dogs to riot. Much to his surprise, they sit, eagerly thumping their tails.]
...well. They seem to have a new favorite person.
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They've definitely succeeded in winning my heart. [She'll feed both dogs a few of the small treats. Two each instead of one before offering them a frenzy of scratches and pats.] Good job, you two! I'll give you one more thing.
[Taking out one of the toys she bought from the bag; she'll stretch the squirrel shaped toy, pointing it somewhere safe and far enough for them to play with while Doc and her talk. Releasing her hold on it, she'll watch the toy dash away. With a soft smile, she'll turn to Doc.]
Hope you don't mind them playing fetch inside the house. I bought it in mind for them to play fetch together with.
for Perry
He's confident that Perry is the best choice for this week's undertaking. He's managed to hole the dogs up in his room before the door-knock this time, so Perry will receive a thankfully quiet greeting---just the standard buzzing of the home's cameras and sensors being temporarily overridden, then a smiling Emmett at the door.]
Perry, welcome! Don't mind all the security, my housemate Qubit merely takes our safety very seriously, But you're a guest of mine, and just in time too.
[He gestures for Perry to step inside, then turns to the kitchen.]
We may require refreshment for our work, do you have a favorite beverage?
Perry is going to be human unless you would prefer otherwise!
Perry thinks on this for a moment before shrugging slightly.]
< Surprise me >
All good!
He sat to have a drink before they started, his eyes bright with anticipation.]
Have you ever worked with lasers? Specifically the type that activates a trap when tripped?
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He thinks for a moment before writing his answer down on his notepad.]
Depends on your definition of "worked".
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Nothing dangerous, of course. The worst I'll use is a pie---not that that's entirely practical, but I've always wanted to throw one.
b.
Maybe a drill and some sort of vacuum would be better than a bunch of blades.
b.
Yes, I can certainly see your point, though the vacuum's power would need to be perfectly calibrated to avoid sucking in any excess. And if all parts can be preserved to prevent waste, even better.
[He grins at her.]
What brings you all this way?
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[A pain, since she still isn't registered but she'll get around to that eventually.]
Do you drive your truck out here often?
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Always something happening here, though it usually isn't me. It's just my lucky day.
And I do, yes---this is my substitute for formal employment, though thankfully I have a few reliable inventions to fund the flights of fancy. A standard alarm clock will get me far.
Did you find anything of note here?
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[Otherwise, no, not really. But never mind that--]
So people regularly buy your other inventions?
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[He's grown to love that last one.]
This I might be able to sell if I revamp it, thanks to you.
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Hey, anything that saves time on cooking that can be spent on more important things sounds good to me.
[Then she pauses, turning over his words. Wait a second, she knows what the others are but]
...what's a disco ball?
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It's a decoration from a disco hall, a popular dance style of the 1970s. In this timeline, it's still popular today, as rock and roll as I know it never came to pass...
Here's the typical activity.
[He loads a video of a stereotypical disco and shows it to her---cheery music, shiny suits, lots of boogie. And in one of those shiny suits in the background, spinning a record...is Doc. His old shame first job in this place.]
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...I don't know what rock and roll is but...is that really fun?
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It's a genre of music, typically played with a guitar. I believe there's a museum dedicated to it in Heropa.
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[What madness exists in this world]
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[Weird. Music museums. People had the strangest interests]
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