[open] june lab mingle!

[sciencelizard]

Who: Anyone hanging around the lab! Newbies, oldbies, people who have been around years and just never stepped in.
What: This is a catch-all lab mingle for June!
Where: The lab (West Island).
When: Anytime in June.
Warnings: Probably nothing (except maybe some light monster corpse grossness?) but will edit if anything major comes up. Please include cws on tags where appropriate also!

The Lab sits right around the clinic and shops and provides a laboratory workspace for the more scientifically inclined residents of Hadriel. It consists of a main lab area and a secondary small room that serves as a break space, including a small kitchen (with a fridge and stove) and a sofa bed. In addition, it houses a large supercomputer. It is usually occupied for private projects, but the door is open for those who want to get involved. Currently, the lab is also stockpiled with raw scrap metal and spare Null parts, so feel free to raid those supplies for whatever weird stuff you feel like getting up to.

This is a mingle, so go ahead and top-level and/or tag around! Hop in wherever or whenever, as this will be the lab catch-all for the month of June.

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PERCIVAL DE ROLO ❂ OTA

[smoketendrils]

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[It takes Percy no time to find the lab once he's settled, inasmuch as he's going to be settled. He can't bargain his way out of this place, so best to lean into his other talents. And after the last three days of feeling particularly self-indulgent, he's glad he waited to hunt for it or else he might have found himself in a difficult spot. He is aware of both his vices and his personal failings when it comes to his ego, and one must be a bit more discerning when asking to play with another person's toys.

The open door promises an invitation, but he still can't abide just barging in, so he knocks anyway.] Hello? Erm... My name is Percival de Rolo. I was told to come here if I had an interest...

[He trails off as he gets a good look at the place and, for a moment, he's struck a bit dumb with jealousy and desire. His workshops could never compare to this.]


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[Percy's never had to occupy a workspace that didn't belong to him entirely, so once permission has been granted to make himself at home, he struggles with finding a place where he can work comfortably but not dominate the entire place with no regards to anyone else. It's strange and a new a bit unsettling, and he's well aware that he'll need his own place eventually, because as much as the idea of collaborative efforts from different minds excites him, this close to the confrontation with Ripley he isn't sure if he wants anyone taking note of his weapons and their make. Well-intentioned or not, he doesn't keep notes for a reason and the idea of anyone else doing it doesn't sit well.

For now, he has found himself an unobtrusive place to sit and take stock of his tinkerer's kit to take stock of what he'll need to gather, and begin replacing the bullets he used during his confrontation in the coliseum. The more he gets into his work, the more he starts to occupy a bit more space, forgetting it's a communal area. Sorry about that, friends.]

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[Wanna introduce yourself to the new fish in the lab? Wanna share some tea and stitch and bitch about science? Wanna do some tinkering? Wanna give this Ren Faire gunslinger the deets on the really cool tech? Want something I haven't actually listed here? GO WILD.]

dabs, intro!

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys wouldn't consider herself the defacto leader here, but she has technically been around the longest-- it also means she's in here frequently, and has become sort of a greeter. Really, she's kind of the litmus test for people wanting to use the place- most of the people who work here are human. But if you can't be cordial to the 4 foot lizard woman, most of them won't be happy. Not that Alphys would say as much, or anything at all. But when he wanders in, canned speech at the ready, she looks up from the piece of some sort of machinery on her desk and shifts some goggles upwards, only to reveal... another set of glasses underneath. Oops. She gives him a little wave, and when she's unsure she's been seen, speaks again.]

Uh-- h-hey! Are you looking for the lab?

[smoketendrils]

[He's surprised but in the manner of someone who was not expecting her to be so tiny. She has a sort of vaguely Dragonborn-ish quality to her, but they're usually quite tall.]

Um... Yes, actually. I was directed here by... [He leans back to look into the street, uncertain as to where the person who actually did direct him here went- sometimes it's nice to have a reference- but they seem to have moved on.] Never mind. Are you Alphys?

[sciencelizard]

[She's been mistaken for a Dragonborn before- frankly, that would be amazing, but it's not what's going on. Still, the head spines and hand claws are plenty reminicient, her yellow color making her look like she could be dangerous, if she wasn't so round and soft.

At least she's gotten more used to people walking in here knowing her name. It's not so strange, after working for the King back home, so she nods.]

Y-Yeah, that's me! I guess, uhm, someone told you I was the person to, uh, talk to?

[smoketendrils]

They said you were the authority on the Door, though maybe not quite in those words. No, those are his words, full of flattery and a desire to ingratiate himself very quickly. He may not be practicing nobility, but at least he understands the social aspects of it well enough.]

I don't know how anyone can be an authority on anything here and still be here, but I'll take whatever I can get. [He steps in, offering a gloved hand (the one not sporting the intimidating looking gauntlet that is Diplomacy)] Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III of Whitestone, at your service.

[Now that he's established that it's safe to mention it- it can't possibly hurt his home if he's nowhere in reach of it, and gods be damned if he's going to be trapped here, he's going to claim his home as a part of him. Whitestone lives so long as he lives, even if it's in another bloody plane of existence.]

[sciencelizard]

[She immediately goes red at the compliment, taking his hand as she tries not to melt into the floor. Oh no, he's cute and thinks highly of her, please end her right just now.]

Well, I, I don't know about authority, I m-mean, I guess I've studied it longer than anyone else and most of the research is mine but I don't know if I really have a comprehensive understanding or-- Alphys! I'm Dr. Alphys. Hello!

[Is she still shaking his hand? God help her.]

[smoketendrils]

[He can't help but think she's the science answer to Tiberius, and that the two of them would either hit it off or be a disaster and either way, it would actually be entertaining, to say the least. Percy almost forgets that he does miss that scaly bastard.]

Oh by all means, you can take all the credit. I wouldn't know the difference and if no one's going to challenge you, then what's the harm?

[Spoken like a true man of confidence. It's restraint he lacks, not that.. at least where science is concerned.] I know I've only just gotten here, but I'd like to know what I'm getting into... if you wouldn't mind showing me some of your research.

[sciencelizard]

[She giggles nervously, smoothing her free hand over her head like one might smooth down hair. Except nothing's out of place, since she's all scales. It's a nervous tic from all the humans she's had around for a few years now.]

Well, I, uh-- okay! I mean, it's great to see p-people with an interest in research even if you've just arrived. There's a lot of people now who use this space so I'd be h-happy to, uhm, let you see what we've found and everything!

[She gestures to the supercomputer near the back of the lab.]

Most of it's on t-there for safety, so people can't just run off with notes or anything.

[smoketendrils]

You're the one who made that? [WIBBLY WOBBLY TIMEY WIMEY MAKING THREAD TIMELINES MAKE SENSE IS AWESOME. Perhaps George had mentioned it, but he was sort of awestruck by the entire thing to even pay attention. Also jealous... So very jealous.]

I came by earlier and spoke with someone who works here and she explained it a little, but I'm still trying to get my head around it.

[sciencelizard]

Wh-- no, o-oh my gosh, I didn't make it.

[That would be so complicated, who knows how to build a computer, oh lord.]

I mean, I built the personal generator and the closed circuit that powers it but I didn't build the computer. It's from a friend of mine. Sometimes the gods bring in items and this was from one of their worlds.

[Wait, backing up to what he said, though--]

Wait, does your world n-not have computers?

[smoketendrils]

From what I understand, my world does not have many things. [Like all of those things she just said. Literally all of them.

But he does feel a little less envious knowing that someone he has to look in the eye didn't build it.]

I'd like to think I'm ahead of the curve when it comes to tinkering, but this... This I couldn't even conceive of. And there's really no magic involved?

[He would feel even better if someone told him there was an arcane element. That's Artificer bullshit and kind of cheating.]

[sciencelizard]

[Yeah, she's not THAT good, Percy. But she'll find a way to explain all of it in due time.]

Oh, uh... n-no, no magic. There can be integrations of magic and technology, uhm, of course, but this is just electricity and metal. I mean, I think that simplifies things a little, since it's pretty complicated. But it stores data and information!

[She looks back at him and realizes how ridiculous all of this must sound, chuckling nervously.]

What I mean is, uhm, don't feel bad if it's, uh, n-not your thing?? There's plenty of people here with different tech knowledge. There are even people more advanced than me.

[smoketendrils]

No, no... It is definitely "my thing." I just need to study on it somewhat. I'm always willing to learn.

[He's gonna become Iron Man in no time. Give him a second.] But if it's all right with you, a humbler, gentler teacher might do better than one more advanced.

[Because if he gets someone treating him like an idiot, he's going to punch them with Diplomacy. Electricity and metal that, motherfucker.]

intro

[toiletseat_girl]

[the workshops are pretty impressive, aren't they?

you know what else is impressive? an eighteen year old girl dissecting a flying monkey from last month, that's what.

she'd apologize for the smell, but to be honest she's gotten used to the smell of monster guts in her time here]

An interest in what? Monsters, the Door, or all of the above?

[smoketendrils]

[Percy's watched Keyleth and Vex field dress dragon carcasses and they've carried a bizarre amount of unmentionables (the troll dick comes to mind) on their person, so at least he doesn't completely lose his cool in the presence of this. It's still an unexpected smell, and not the smell of his own lab so there's a brief recoil, before he steels himself and enters.]

I was going to say science, but I think all three of those fall under that heading.

[toiletseat_girl]

[a troll dick? sounds like there's a story behind that. one she'll want if she ever gets wind of it. George is a nosy little thing]

They do indeed. For the monsters, you'll want Newt. He's kinda pissy since we left the old world and came to a brand new one with hardly any monsters, but whatever. For the Door, better talk to Alphys. She handles that shit.

I'm George. I help around here. That makes you...?

[smoketendrils]

[Oh good, there's a Door expert. Maybe she can help with Vox Machina's awful track record with doors. Honestly, this whole world seems to be specifically gunning for Vox Machina and he and Kiki seem to be the only ones here.]

Percival. I... Tinker, mostly. [He'll give a better explanation of himself and his abilities once he knows who to direct them to.] Is there someone who does that here?

[He takes in everything as he steps inside, though eventually his eyes fall on the super computer and don't look away. What is that thing?]

[toiletseat_girl]

[as much as an expert as one can be about the Door. the real one to ask is Sorrow]

Hi. Tinker with what? [George mostly helps anyone with whatever they need help with] Not really. You can be the first.

[she notices his gaze turn to the super computer] Pretty sweet, huh?

[smoketendrils]

Anything, really. I build things. [He's saying it absently as he bridges the distance between the front door and the computer, taking it in.]

I've never seen anything like it. What is it?

[toiletseat_girl]

Yeah? Sounds cool. What d'you like to build? [she follows along beside him.

with a little ta-dah! motion with her arms] That is a super computer. It can crunch millions of equations and retain terabytes of information, no sweat.

[smoketendrils]

[He is not going to say guns... or weapons, even if those are precisely what he likes to build. Gods, he had planned to be a blueblooded clockmaker by this time in his life.] Complicated things. Things no one else can. Things that... [His gaze shifts quickly, because while he'd been prattling and giving non-answers, she went and explained the damned thing that's caught his eye.] Quite frankly pale in comparison to something like that. I don't even know what the hell a terabyte is. Is that an entire library?

[That's about all he can quantify information in- libraries. That's where information lives after all.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[hey, he can say guns or weapons to her. she has a pistol and a shotgun on order with Curufin and she carries a sword. weapons are useful things to have around here] Then I'm sure I'll learn a lot looking over your shoulder. [yes. yes, she did. never say that George Lass can't be useful when she damn well feels like it] A terabyte is a measure of how much information can be stored. It's a million million bytes of data. [she snorts] And don't I wish it were an entire library. Mostly it's used for researching the Door, so that means a lot of math and a lot of physics.

[they had a library once. none of the books were readable and the Null burned it down, anyway]

[smoketendrils]

Fortunately, I understand both of those things. Can I- [He starts to ask if he can use it, but he doesn't actually know how and he'd rather not humiliate himself having to have his hand held through something he could probably figure out on his own without an audience to make him feel just a bit self-conscious. He's not lacking in confidence, but he'd like to, at least, not present himself as a plebe when he's already out of his depth.]

I don't even know where I'd begin. [So he just steps in front of it, taking in every bit of it like only an inventor can. He and the computer may need to get a room later. It's fine.]

[toiletseat_girl]

Me too, so. Go us? [she assumes he was going to ask to use it, so she has to ask] Have you used something like this before?

What do you wanna begin with? [she gets an amused expression on her face. she's not laughing at him, not at all, but it's fun seeing people's reactions to the stuff here.

[smoketendrils]

[The most awkward pause, followed by a deep inhale.

Right. Fine. He is not going to be able to fake this is he.] Does it have a switch or- [he flails a hand helplessly. This is the worst. He cannot be saved from his embarrassment.]

I'm making my inexperience very obvious, aren't I?