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destinystrings2013-04-17 12:38 pm
universebeware) wrote in destinystrings2013-04-17 12:38 pm
Entry tags:
Help Unwanted
Who: Brainstorm and You!
Where: Brainstorm's Workshop, which is in a slightly-quieter portion of the Cancer district.
Summary: Come Bother the Giant Robot: The Entry.
Warnings: Brainstorm is a jerk.
Unlike most of the inhabitants of Hinoto-Ri, Brainstorm is a touch too large for the given apartments. So he's acquired himself a space that looks more like a hangar than a house, but for someone like him, it works. Most of the time, the door is shut, but today, it is open. It's not that Brainstorm wants company - it's that he expects the other visitors to break their new toys at some point or another. Organics are clumsy things, and much as he loathes to interrupt his own work and research, well. Some things just have to be done, whether he likes it or not.
That, and with spring getting into swing, it's getting warmer, and some days it's easier to just keep the door open.
Those who approach would hear the sound of tools in use - and perhaps be unlucky enough to step up when he's welding, and get a eyeful of terribly bright light. Whatever he's doing when someone draws near, though, he's too busy to notice them.
At the side of the open hangar door is sign with an arrow pointing to a roughly human-scaled stairwell. It zigzags up to a platform that will put anyone who climbs it roughly at Brainstorm's chest level - high enough to not strain their necks, but low enough to still be looked down on. There's a panel on the safety railing with a large palm-sized button on it. A digital display above it displays "Press For Assistance" in multiple languages. It appears to be considerate, but it's mostly to cut down on what he considers annoyances.
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OOC: Do come bother Brainstorm! Need something built, repaired, or if your character's curious/nosy, or whatever you wanna do!
Where: Brainstorm's Workshop, which is in a slightly-quieter portion of the Cancer district.
Summary: Come Bother the Giant Robot: The Entry.
Warnings: Brainstorm is a jerk.
Unlike most of the inhabitants of Hinoto-Ri, Brainstorm is a touch too large for the given apartments. So he's acquired himself a space that looks more like a hangar than a house, but for someone like him, it works. Most of the time, the door is shut, but today, it is open. It's not that Brainstorm wants company - it's that he expects the other visitors to break their new toys at some point or another. Organics are clumsy things, and much as he loathes to interrupt his own work and research, well. Some things just have to be done, whether he likes it or not.
That, and with spring getting into swing, it's getting warmer, and some days it's easier to just keep the door open.
Those who approach would hear the sound of tools in use - and perhaps be unlucky enough to step up when he's welding, and get a eyeful of terribly bright light. Whatever he's doing when someone draws near, though, he's too busy to notice them.
At the side of the open hangar door is sign with an arrow pointing to a roughly human-scaled stairwell. It zigzags up to a platform that will put anyone who climbs it roughly at Brainstorm's chest level - high enough to not strain their necks, but low enough to still be looked down on. There's a panel on the safety railing with a large palm-sized button on it. A digital display above it displays "Press For Assistance" in multiple languages. It appears to be considerate, but it's mostly to cut down on what he considers annoyances.
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OOC: Do come bother Brainstorm! Need something built, repaired, or if your character's curious/nosy, or whatever you wanna do!
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[The call comes from the back of the shop, where Brainstorm is holding a peculiar firearm - it looks like the bastard son of a grenade launcher and a flashlight.
He fires the thing down a makeshift range - what comes out is what appears to be a ball of light. Closer look shows it to be a writhing mass of curved beams of light, which is quite unstable. It hovers in place near the target for several seconds before the instability gives way and the beams lash out and disperse. The target practice dummy in the range has a number of searing hot lashes it didn't have before, and the safety screen has some new scorch marks - though it's hard to tell where they are with all the others there.]
Hmm. A bit on the small scale, but functional...
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Are you sure you know what you're doing with that thing?
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One - yes, I'm testing it. I built it, so I would hope I know what I'm doing with it.
[He raises a second finger.]
Two - I do hope that you are aware that it's rather unwise to rush into a testing area like that.
no subject
What is it?
[A sheepish smile.]
I can take care of myself.
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[Brainstorm sounds entirely too pleased with himself for creating a rather nasty device.]
Or in more blunt terms, I made a flashlight that shoots grenades.
[He makes an amused scoffing noise.]
If I had a Shanix for every time I heard that from someone...