[open] july lab mingle!

[completelycrazy]

Who: Anyone hanging around the lab! GET IN HERE NEWBIES.
What: This is a catch-all lab mingle for July!
Where: The lab.
When: Anytime in July.
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 on the west island 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 July.

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ota!

[completelycrazy]

[Newt is busy with his bestiary project this month. And, like, every month, but you know. He can be found at his desk in the lab, scribbling down notes and adding them to the growing and haphazard stack of papers he's accumulated, or sometimes he's dissecting one of the Kabutops that came in through the Door this month. Cutting through that carapace is difficult but, after some trial and error, not impossible. Sometimes, when the lab is otherwise empty, he can even be found messing around with the crazy blade hands that he ripped off the things. These creatures are awesome? Who just has swords for arms???

Regardless, he's busy, unless he's napping on the couch in the break space because he's too lazy to haul himself back to his house. Come say hi, especially if you want to get in on his monster dissection and categorization projects. He (probably) won't turn down an extra set of hands if you don't mind getting dirty.]

[smoketendrils]

[Percy wasn't actually contributing to the dissection portion of this. He's claimed a separate table to do some tinkering on, but that isn't to say he isn't watching or occasionally being conversational... Those blade arms are fascinating.]

I don't suppose we have a blacksmith who can do something with those?

[completelycrazy]

Uh... Probably?

[For as long as Newt's been in Hadriel, he hasn't bothered to get to know most of the town. If there was anyone around with skills relevant to him, they would've surfaced by now? He's in the business of letting people come to him.

But he taps his chin thoughtfully with the tip of one blade. The blunt part.]

There's an armory around here, I think. Not sure which island it would've ended up on. Maybe someone over there.

[He shrugs.]

[unnature]

[At some point in July, Avisheh makes the trek out to the west island (after most of the monsters have been taken care of, thanks) and the lab, because... she feels like it. And because Newt had been charming, in his weird way. He appears to be in when she enters, though she doesn't approach him right away, instead looking around the place at all the stuff. They have a big fuckoff computer in here?? She gravitates toward the Null parts, though she doesn't know what they are -- they look very weird and interesting, if not her area of expertise.

She toys with something that looks very sharp and jagged, and calls out to him while he's essentially fist-deep in some monster guts.]

What are these?

[completelycrazy]

[A lot of people have been coming and going in the lab lately, so Newt hardly notices when Avisheh makes her entrance. He's busy, anyway. He doesn't have time to be greeting all the newbies wandering around.

But then she gets his attention and oh, damn, he totally recognizes her. Whoops. Maybe he should pay more attention.

He straightens, trying to look moderately cool.]

Uh, you've heard of the Null by now, right? Those are some leftover parts I collected during the invasion. Had to risk life and limb to get 'em, but they're useful as hell to have around.

[Sort of an exaggeration, but he did put his ass on the line collecting that stuff. Give him credit?]

[demonsional]

[I hope Newt is ready for a Creepy Kid Moment. He's absolutely going to wake up from a nap to find Hayden looming directly over him, perched on top of the couch like a damn gargoyle. Is he blinking? He's not blinking.]

Hi.

[completelycrazy]

[Newt has never been ready for anything in his entire life, but he's doubly not ready for this. He sniffs, stirring because he's got the distinct feeling that someone is watching him. It's probably nothing? Tons of people have been in and out of the lab these days, but--]

Ahh!

[He shrieks, flailing so hard that he almost tumbles off of the couch. Holy jeez, this kid.]

Oh my god, dude, you can't just... [He blows out a breath in an attempt to lower his heartrate.]

How long were you sitting there?

[toiletseat_girl]

[and George is assisting. if by "assisting" you mean, doing this, fetching that, and smiling and nodding at whatever it is he says. it ain't glamorous, but it's something to do and fuck knows she needs something to do because otherwise she gets up to no good.

and by "no good" we mean "go to the Speakeasy and drink everyone under the table." which is sort of humiliating for everyone else, to be out-drank by a 5'3", 100 pound, eighteen year old girl]

Okay, what d'you want me to do this time?

[completelycrazy]

[George has thus far proven to be a good hire in terms of lab assistants. She's just curious enough without asking so many questions that he's doing more explaining than actual work. And he has to hand it to her--she does generally know her way around basic anatomy. And she's not afraid to get her hands dirty. And she's funny, and seems to like listening to him, which admittedly is not something he's used to.

Conclusion: He lucked out in meeting her.]

Help me crack open this carapace, would ya?

[He's managed to cut open the thing's head, but prying off the hard shell is decidedly a two-man job. The exoskeletons on these Kabutops are strong as hell? He readies himself on one side of the table, digging his fingers into what little hold he can manage on the cut he's made and leaving just enough room for her to grab onto the other side. One two three pull?]

[abbatis]

[The islands eventually grow small and repetitive for Edgar. In the end there is only so much to do around the small city and islands. Eventually the circle starts again and he visits same places. This time he drops by the lab.

It'd be lying to say that he wasn't all that interested what was going on in the lab. He was genuinely curious about the work that was done there and the study on the monsters. So again, without making any sound he sneaks inside the lab, moving in the shadows while observing the surroundings. He sees the dissected corpse of the recent monster and smiles to himself. How crass. Then he moves towards to the couch where his new favorite scientist is lying, surprising him from the behind.]

So even the wicked needs the break after all?

[completelycrazy]

[Newt starts at the sudden voice, jolting awake without realizing why at first, but then he sees Edgar creeping around behind him. Wow, guy?

He sits up and paws for his glasses on a nearby table.]

Jeez, what? [It takes him a moment, but then he registers what Edgar said.

It doesn't change his response much, though.]

What?

[imhisaunt]

[Delmar, carrying a cardboard box in his hands that is, of course, filled with cookies, is on the hunt for Michael. He had checked at the clinic first but hadn't seen head nor tail of Michael. Now he's trying the lab. But once again he doesn't see Michael, just another person who looks somewhat familiar but he can't figure out why napping on the couch.

Timidly Delmar reaches forward to lightly tap at the man's shoulder]

Excuse me

[completelycrazy]

[Newt stirs after a moment, though he's a pretty heavy sleeper so it takes him a bit to realize someone else is there. He yawns and looks up, squinting at Delmar through the blur of both sleep and being glasses-less.]

What, dude? [Is something seriously important enough for Semiyon to track Newt down at the lab?]

...Did you shave?

OTA

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter's seen the lab once or twice by now, but today he was here to do more than just look around at the creepy monster parts in the jars. After all the crap he'd been doing back home, and then dealing with those freaky blade-armed monsters when he'd first arrived, he was starting to run low on fluid for his web shooters. While not a super pressing concern at the moment, he figured it would be a good idea to pop into the lab again and see if the stuff he'd need to make more just happened to be on hand. I mean, considering he'd been able to find all those chemicals in a high school chemistry lab in the first place, his chances were probably pretty good here? Maybe.

Well there's the web stuff, but he's also digging through tools and junk to see if there's anything he'd be able to use to repair any of the ridiculously high tech Tony Stark horseshit in his suits, should he wreck them. Chances of this happening are probably high.

So that's what's going on at this table. There's some kid hanging around who looks like he probably has no business being in a lab, and he going through pretty much everything and scribbling down notes for himself. Aaand probably going through other people's shit because he's nosy and some of this is kind of the coolest shit he's ever seen in his life. Sorry about the turbonerd.]

[allthecards]

[It's Peter's bad luck that he happened to be shifting around Kaiba's workspace when he walked in. Kaiba's workspace likely looked the closest to one of Stark's. He was working on improving the computers and monitors he had to use with holograms. So far he had an interactive holographic screen.]

Who the hell are you?

[itsnotaonesie]

[This workspace is the best workspace because computer junk and holograms, hell yes. He wasn't doing much with the stuff beyond picking it up and looking at it, but when he hears someone addressing him he immediately stops doing that and puts whatever he was looking at down like nothing happened.]

Oh, um. Sorry. I'm Peter. Is uh, is this your stuff here?

[It's really cool stuff okay]

[completelycrazy]

[Feel free to dig through Newt's shit, Peter, because he's digging through yours! Starting with these notes. Newt picks up a pile and starts thumbing through them, trying to see what this kid is up to, occupying valuable lab space like he is.

He keeps an eye on Peter as he reads, though. Just in case. And it's a good thing he does.]

Whoa, hey, don't touch that!

[Newt drops the stack of notes and hurries over to where Peter is inspecting a cage made out of Null scrap next to Newt's desk. There's... a coffee mug inside of it?]

Step aside, kid. That thing's dangerous.

[itsnotaonesie]

[WOW how dare you dig through Peter's shit! Nah he doesn't care, he doubts anyone's going to make the connection between what he's written in his notes and synthetic spider web juice right away. Or this guy could be a turbo genius. If there's anything Peter's learned in like, the past few days, it's that nothing is impossible.

He immediately stops touching things when he's told to and looks up at this guy. And then back down at the... coffee mug...? And then back to Newt.]

My bad. What... exactly is this?

[There has to be a good story behind this if a coffee mug in a cage is dangerous ok]

ota;

[odinbolt]

( The Lab, to Serah, is the place that housed Name when they were rescued, where Alphys and the others repaired Name while she stood guard, magic twitching in her fingers in case someone discovered what was going on.

They made it safely, without incident, and Name was passed into the custody of people who felt they could hide them. Serah, living in a small house with a roommate with secrets of her own, decided she shouldn't participate in that. But still, the pull of what they've done leads her back to the lab when she's on the west island.

That, and friends. Alphys, who is sweet and shy, whose presence she enjoys and who she hasn't seen in a while, is the first thought on her mind when she enters, but there are others who work here. Others who visit. )

Alphys?

( And, if what she finds is someone else - familiar or not - she smiles and changes her question: )

Am I interrupting?

hey by alphys did you mean this asshole

[completelycrazy]

[Newt is taking a break from his dissecting, though the half-destroyed remains of a Kabutops are still sprawled out all over his work station. It's fine, he's getting back to it in a minute.

For now, he's reclined in his chair, feet propped up on his desk, sucking down some crappy Hadriel-style cup noodles. He probably did not bother to wash his hands first, as he's covered in all manner of monster goo. Gross, Newt.]

Nope. What's up?

[He says through a mouthful of noodles. GROSS, NEWT.]

OTA, cw for pokemurder

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael's not in the lab every day, maybe two or three times a week, but when he is here, everyone else is going to notice.

While he'd normally prefer that people just ignored him, he's making that especially hard now that he's more comfortable hanging around here. He's taken to blasting music out of the tinny speakers of his phone, the selection decided by "whatever he's been able to get off of other peoples' phones". Which is mostly Harlan's phone. Hope you like rock, everyone.

Some days he can be found catching up on this month's monster body pile. Since these suckers were especially dangerous, more of them got killed, so there's plenty of guts to go through. Like Newt, he spends a lot of time dissecting them, but instead of making copious notes, he's taking blood samples and putting organs in jars. And getting monster goo just, like, absolutely everywhere.

He makes precise cuts with the scalpels he's stolen from the clinic, but he also just kind of sticks his whole bare arm up in there sometimes, and without a giant crab cracker, he kind of has to yank pieces of the shell off the body. Better stay out of the splash zone. Though no matter where you go, you can't escape Queen, which seems to be his music of choice for this task.

If he's not taking things apart, he's doing the lab's other monster-related job: figuring out uses for the monsters. Maybe you'll catch him at a worktable trying to fashion a bone saw or a knife from one of the kabutops' blade-hands, or maybe you'll find him looking around to make sure no one else is there before taste-testing some monster meat. Gross! Whatever he's doing, he seems to have taken to playing 80s hits. Surely he is a welcome and utterly non-distracting presence in the lab.]

is the 11th okay for you?

[puzzlingly]

「Often Atem doesn't come to the lab at all, there is nothing for him here. Except, now, it does. He pokes his head into it more often than not now that Kaiba spends a lot of time there, but right now the CEO is not there, but Michael is. It's the trendy music which calls his attention first, the now familiar shape of the monsters that came through the door this month, the second.

He approaches, of course he approaches.」

Hey—

「What are you doing Michael!? Eating monster?! It's fine dude, in fact...」

It tastes great doesn't it?

「Yeah, about that? ... It's just like crab, right?」

[madambutterfly]

[There is a purpose to her more recent explorations: Maeve only has so much time to adjust to this place before it blindsides her with something new, and she would rather be prepared than not. To this end she is acquainting herself with every space, with every potential resource those spaces could provide, and the many people - mostly humans - who inhabit them.

She finds the young man in the lab, a place with which she is familiar in the sense that it reminds her of Delos. Nothing so sleek and modern, but serviceable, and if her skin could crawl it would. For a long moment she watches him from the doorway, carving into some of the beasts that had attacked them, an intent look upon his face.

He reminds her of the technicians in the Body Shop. Young. Lacking squeamishness. Maeve moves quietly to the far edge of the table, away from his engrossed anatomical studies, and taps the Pause button on his phone.]

Having fun?

my ten year old self is just beside herself in grief right now

[smoketendrils]

[Despite avoiding the splash zone, Percy is ever so keenly interested in the findings, and what properties they might have. He's already put the idea to make blades out of the arms, but the blood and organs might be interesting.

It's a shame that there's no money here. They'd all be rich right now.

The Queen has grown on him now and he's tapping his foot in a corner close enough for conversational speak, but not so close he's going to get blood on his shoes.]

You know, where I'm from, people would pay an egregiously large sum for all of that. And here it's just a morbid collection, at the very least.

[completelycrazy]

[The very first time Newt walks into the lab to music blasting, he beelines for Michael's phone, picking it up to scroll through his music library.]

Oh man, you have music here? Where'd you get it? You got any metal?

[Hey hi this is Newt's phone now?]