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[OPEN] lab mingle!

Who: Anyone interested in using or exploring Hadriel's Lab!
What: A lab mingle for December! Get involved in a new project, meet others using the space, or just blow something up. Dealer's choice.
Where: The lab
When: Mid-end December (once the city's been moved and the Null cleared)
Warnings: Should be clean, unless you have issues with robots being ripped apart.

Hadriel's lab sits among the shops near the Coliseum, home to the science-minded types of Hadriel. The door's open as long as there's a researcher inside, and the workspace has opened to have a few different workstations, along with a main desk housing a large supercomputer. There's a bunch of raw scrap metal from the last year of raiding decrepit buildings, along with tools for welding and soldering electric components, if you have them. After the recent Null attack, the Lab looks much more worse for wear- the boards on the windows and the chains on the door have been removed, but there are badly-patched holes in the walls and siding, broken windows, and basically no food supplies. In addition, the place is absolutely littered with the bodies and scrap of dead Null. Feel free to use that for some personal projects!

Feel free to make a top-level for your character, and tag around! People can feel free to poke around, work on something, or simply curiously stop by.

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[At some point after his arrival and in between shifts of helping rebuild the clinic and Guard HQ, Tim's out exploring the city and happens to wander into the lab. Outside of the phones and the tech he brought with him, he's seen nothing to suggest technological advancement, so a lab full of equipment and robot parts definitely ranks highly on his curiosity meter.]

Um ... hello? Anyone home?

[Alphys is here most of the time, nowadays; for starters, the light streams through the windows (which she adores) and there's so much to do, with her lab still covered with Null bodies and water testing to accomplish. She's perched near the back at her desk, the lab table before a large chalkboard, with a number of labelled water samples on the counter as she scribbles something on a clipboard.

Alphys tilts her head up when he enters, waving a bit.]

Uh, h-hey-- back here!

[Tim scans the lab until his eyes fall on Alphys, then he gives a little wave in return and starts making his way over to her desk.]

Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

[But he's curious - what all is going on here?]

[She smiles, laying the clipboard down on the counter as he approaches.]

Oh no, just uh-- just a p-personal project. I haven't seen you around before. I'm, uh, I'm Alphys, I... kind of run the lab? Kind of. I mean, it's a group place, it's not really mine, I'm just here a lot.

[Tucker's finally done cleaning up his place, dealing with existential crises, and making sure his friends aren't too fucked up to function, so now it's time for a special delivery.

He enters through front door carrying an overstuffed backpack, finds the nearest table, and just sort of upends the whole bag. What comes tumbling out is a hefty assortment of spare bits made out of shiny metal. Null parts. There are arms, laser cutters, and a couple of destroyed cores, among other things.

Happy birthday, lab. He figures you could use these more than any other place, and he super does not want them. But charity's not all he's here for.]

Hey, anybody around? Got kind of a science project. Need a consult.

[Newt is elbow-deep in monster guts when Tucker walks in, which is how he's been spending most of his days since he put up that call for corpses. People in this city are all too happy to kill stuff and ferry the remains to him, which is somewhat troubling, but ultimately useful. It's kept him nice and busy.

Unfortunately the lab is also pretty stinky because it's a billion degrees outside and he's got rotting monster corpses everywhere. His makeshift preservatives can only do so much to slow the decomp process.

He looks up at the clang of metal on a nearby table and oh. Hey gorgeous. He's the guy from the, uh... Thing? Newt has definitely seen him around before. Somewhere. At some point.

Newt sets aside the chest cavity he's digging around in, wipes his hands on a towel, and heads over.]

Science project, eh? Well you've come to the right place. [He laughs and starts sifting through the scrap on the table. He readjusts his sleeves in the process, though they're already rolled up. Look at all of his awesome tattoos Tucker please like him he's so smart and cool.]

What're you trying to do with these? [He picks up a laser cutter to give it a closer look. Yep. It's a laser cutter.]

[Yeah the rotting corpse smell has not escaped his notice, but Tucker's smelled worse. Not by much, but still. The odor is maybe why he's distracted long enough that it takes until Newt gets closer for him to realize that oh, it's Glasses Harlan. The guy from the dream about the giant aliens, and also the guy he gave the robot parts to when he was playing Wolf Messenger.

... But Newt doesn't seem to recognize him. And is possibly flirting? Fantastic.]

Nothing, actually. Just brought these over as a preemptive peace offering. [He doesn't make any mention of the tattoos, but sort of brushes a hand "absently" over Newt's, reaching to flatten out the pile of robo-bits into a more coherent mess.

He then immediately regrets deciding to fuck with this guy because all he can think about is Harlan. He wants this guy to be willing to do shit for him, but he doesn't want to imagine flirting with his friend. The Dilemma.]

I was actually wondering how much you know about hooking a phone up to a TV. And also building a TV, probably.

[wow keep your opinions to yourself mr i've eaten roadkill.]

Peace--? [Newt stops short as Tucker's hand brushes his. He likes to think he's all suave and cool, but all of that goes out the window when he very obviously looks down at their hands to make sure that, yeah, that just happened. What the hell, is this guy flirting back?

Newt is not sure what to do with this information.

It takes his brain a second to recalibrate. ]

What? Oh, yeah, uh. I could definitely build a TV for you. No problem. [Dude what are you even saying???] I mean, if I had the right parts, but there's not much in the way of electronics around here. Same goes for the, uh, the phone thing. It's pretty annoying, actually? I could hook you up in a couple of hours back home. The lack of supplies here is ridiculous.

[...Wait.]

What'd you need a TV for?

[He has a feeling that's a bit of an exaggeration, but he'll take it.]

Oh, awesome. The problem's probably going to be the screen, right? Maybe if we could find a computer?

[Like the one the lab is suppose to have, perhaps? But he's gonna pretend he doesn't know about that so he can act very impressed.]

And I don't need it for anything serious, just a fun thing I'm putting together.

[""""Fun""""]

[Newt laughs. The screen is a problem, yes, but not the only one, and it's the easiest to bypass. How naive, guy. Oh well. Beauty and brains is a rare combination.]

Just so happens that I do have a computer on hand, actually. [He waves Tucker over to the really spiffy supercomputer they've got set up in the middle of the lab. It's very fancy.]

It doesn't have a screen, per se, but it'd be easy enough to plug in a phone to play a video or something. [Which is probably this """fun"""" thing Tucker is talking about? TVs usually mean movies or something similar. Newt's not sure how the hell this guy could've gotten ahold of a movie in this town, but then again, his charm could probably get him like anything.]

I'm Newt, by the way. Don't think I've seen you around here before.

[do u come to this bar often r u new in town asl send nudes etc etc]

[Jackpot. Now all he's gotta do is convince Newt to let him use the thing, which shouldn't be too hard. Like, could you be any more obviously thirsty, guy? Tucker almost can't believe this is working, since it's too easy, but then again, he is good, so.]

Oh, cool. [He sounds excited, but in a appreciative way instead of an amazed way. Can't seem too enthusiastic and/or dumb. He approaches the computer and looks at it like he's never seen anything of the sort, which... he kinda hasn't, this thing is crazy looking. A weird mix of 90s VHS tech and modern advancements. Then again, it probably was cobbled together out of junk. This is Hadriel, after all.]

Do you think this thing could be moved out of here? Just for like, one night? [Pretty please?]

Oh, and I'm James. [Juuuuust in case he gave his name as Tucker at some other point. Like in those dreams. James is a more trustworthy name to most people anyway.]

[Wow, this supercomputer was totally not cobbled together out of junk!!! Though Newt could probably manage it if he wanted to. Maybe.

But, unfortunately, all skills have their limits. This includes Tucker's maxed out charisma.]

Uh... [He scratches at the back of his head. Moving the supercomputer out of the lab sounds like a catastrophically bad idea. But also, it's not like the lab has keys. Anyone could just waltz in and steal the thing if they really wanted to.

Not that he's gonna suggest that to Tucker, but like, it's true. Is it really any safer here than it would be elsewhere in town? Hm.]

Where would you be moving it to?

[Don't worry Newt, Tucker has already thought of that. He'd just prefer to do it this way, since a supercomputer is pretty obvious.

What's also obvious is that Newt is having second thoughts. Can't have that.]

Oh, just one of the houses. One of the big empty ones. Unless... you have a place we could use? [There's a slow look up from the computer to Newt, with what is maybe a suggestive expression, a lowered tone to his voice. Double entendre engage.]

[...Oh.

Holy crap, is this really happening? He's mentally fanning himself. It takes him a moment to get his game face back on.]

Well, uh, my place is pretty close. I've got one of those big houses all to myself. [He cocks an eyebrow.] What are you planning? Like a movie night or something? It'd be best to do a test run. Y'know, before inviting a bunch of people over.

[Netflix and chill???]

[Fuck, that worked too well. This guy is easy as hell. Which normally would be fine, but normally the person he's hitting on isn't a weird glasses-clone of one of his best friends. Godddd.

He's realizing he has a decision to make here. Newt's falling for this hook, line, and sinker. Tucker could seal the deal there no problem, and he's sure that would get him the use of the computer, and probably Newt's house too. Hell, he could probably get Newt's bank account and pin number at this rate. But is all that worth it? Just to show this dumb horrible "movie" made by a god that everyone hates now?

... He guesses he has done more for less. And he also hasn't gotten any since he came to Hadriel. And despite appearances it's clearly not Harlan. And he's like, the best at keeping secrets.

Jesus lord he is such a garbage fire.]

You'd really let me use your place like that? [He grins.] After the test run, of course.

[Wow, okay, apparently this really is happening. Newt wonders briefly if this guy is up to something nefarious, like trying to steal or tamper with the super computer, or something... But why would he do that? He didn't even know it was here until Newt showed it to him a few minutes ago. And, again, it's not like the lab locks. There are easier ways to get at the thing if that's really what Tucker is about here.

So, yep, this flirting is 100% genuine, even if he is laying it on pretty thick. There's no reason that Tucker can't be into him and flirting to get what he wants.

Whatever's going on, Newt isn't about to analyze the details. What's it matter? He's getting what he wants, too.]

Yep. It's the least I can do after you lugged over all that Null scrap. [He nods at the pile. It's not like they don't already have plenty of it, but more never hurts.]

What kind of timeframe were you thinking? You free tonight? [Newt would be like LET'S GO RIGHT NOW but he's, uh, gotta clean up his place a bit first. And shower. Showering is a must.]

[Up to something nefarious? Tucker? Never. Could he just sneak into the lab and steal the computer? Sure. But this way he doesn't have to deal with the repercussions of that in a small, closed city.

And also just, whatever. He doesn't have to justify himself.]

I'm free just about every night.

[Shit, no, don't say that.]

But tonight's good, yeah. When do you want me there?

[It took a lot of willpower not to end the question before "there", but come on.]

[Aw, crap. Why did Newt offer tonight? He should've said tomorrow... He could use the extra time to get his everything in order.

But, welp, no going back now.]

Give me a couple hours to finish up. [He gestures at the monster pile he's been working on. Ew. It's very important science, he swears.] And you may as well meet me here. Getting the supercomputer down to my place is, uh, well, it's gonna be a two-man job.

[It's heavy, okay? And fragile. This will in no way go poorly.]

[No going back now is right.]

Sure thing. [And don't think he missed that "two man job" comment. Tucker's not so much worried about Newt's gross hobby or failing to get the computer out safely as he is worried about failing to keep this shit under wraps. So you're good on those fronts, buddy.]

Guess I'll see you soon. [He gives Newt a sly grin and makes sure to walk extra close to him on the way out. Good god what even is he doing with his life.]

Yeah, guess so. [It's far from the smoothest thing ever, but Newt doesn't care. Apparently he's already sealed this deal. Or will be sealing it. Soon. Oh my god oh my god.

Newt erupts into gleeful cackling the second Tucker is out the door. Granted he still has a crapload of work to do before he gets to the good part... But, hey, it's gonna be more than worth it. Hell yeah.]

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[OPEN] lab mingle!

tim drake | come at me, y'all

slides in here days late lmao

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slaps this up a million days later (OTA)

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this is going to lead to me googling how to build a tv from garbage isn't it

yep

i hate

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deploys the most suggestive icon I have

it's super effective

father forgive me for I have sinned

there is no forgiveness here we must live with what we have done

may god have mercy on our souls

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