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hadriel_logs2019-01-11 03:52 pm
sciencelizard) wrote in hadriel_logs2019-01-11 03:52 pm
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[OPEN] January Lab Mingle!
Who: Anyone at the Lab!
What: General Lab mingle for January.
Where: The Lab
When: From January 10th-February 9th. A new one will come out for next month then!
Warnings: Should be fine; individual toplevels will be tagged appropriately!
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.
The original design of the lab is one large, open room; think of how an empty warehouse store might look, but at maybe half to a third of the size. The area is filled with tables, desks, chairs, and a whiteboard and chalkboard, wherein people have set up different stations and zones. The walls are full of shelves, many of which have been converted to cabinets over the years, that hold anything characters would like to populate them with.
In the center of the lab, a CRT monitor style supercomputer rests; it's been repaired a number of times, and despite looking clunky, it seems to still work and makes a horrible dial-up noise when turned on. It runs on it's own power source, a generator set up next to it that seems to run on some sort of magic and electrical source that keeps it chugging along. In addition, many of the stations house their own modifications; check the comments below to see specific changes and areas to the space itself.
Near the back, there are also a few, smaller rooms in the back: two supply closets and a slightly bigger closed-off kitchenette (it's got a Hadriel style microwave and fridge like the ones found in the apartments) and lounge space adapted from a side bedroom. There's a pull out couch that was dragged in there by the original creators as a god-given favor, so it does not match the other decor at all. There's also a staircase to the roof for... roof stuff, I don't know, whatever the hell you wanna do up there. Keep it PG-13, kids.
This is a MINGLE, so please create your own top-levels and tag around! Full details of the lab, supplies, and it's regular residents can be found on our community atunderfunded. Have fun!
What: General Lab mingle for January.
Where: The Lab
When: From January 10th-February 9th. A new one will come out for next month then!
Warnings: Should be fine; individual toplevels will be tagged appropriately!
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.
The original design of the lab is one large, open room; think of how an empty warehouse store might look, but at maybe half to a third of the size. The area is filled with tables, desks, chairs, and a whiteboard and chalkboard, wherein people have set up different stations and zones. The walls are full of shelves, many of which have been converted to cabinets over the years, that hold anything characters would like to populate them with.
In the center of the lab, a CRT monitor style supercomputer rests; it's been repaired a number of times, and despite looking clunky, it seems to still work and makes a horrible dial-up noise when turned on. It runs on it's own power source, a generator set up next to it that seems to run on some sort of magic and electrical source that keeps it chugging along. In addition, many of the stations house their own modifications; check the comments below to see specific changes and areas to the space itself.
Near the back, there are also a few, smaller rooms in the back: two supply closets and a slightly bigger closed-off kitchenette (it's got a Hadriel style microwave and fridge like the ones found in the apartments) and lounge space adapted from a side bedroom. There's a pull out couch that was dragged in there by the original creators as a god-given favor, so it does not match the other decor at all. There's also a staircase to the roof for... roof stuff, I don't know, whatever the hell you wanna do up there. Keep it PG-13, kids.
This is a MINGLE, so please create your own top-levels and tag around! Full details of the lab, supplies, and it's regular residents can be found on our community at
underfunded. Have fun!
Newton Geiszler | ota
Or, well, he could if he really wanted to. But he doesn't. So.
Instead of studying the Door monsters, Newt has actually spent most of his time outside of the lab searching for those weird nautilus things that everyone on the network keeps talking about. He's come up empty, though, and no one's managed to get him any physical evidence of them just yet. Running into one out in the wild would, uh, probably not be a great experience, but it's better than sitting around twiddling his thumbs over hearsay.
He happens to be in the lab now though, warming up from his recent trek outside. He's at his desk, huddled over a fresh mug of coffee as he studies the sketches he's done of the giant flying dinos in the coliseum. They remind him of Otachi, and that definitely doesn't have anything to do with him opting out of corpse-hauling this month.
Come give him something more interesting to do, or if you're visiting during the event, help him find his coffee mug that was literally just in his hand what the hell...? Crap, did his mimic get out again? And who put that pile of Null scrap next to his desk?]
late 23rd
NEWT, HOLY SHIT!
[Peter literally kicks the door in and bounds into the lab like an excited puppy, carrying a chunk of something under his arm.]
Oh my God dude you'renotevengonnabelieveit--!
[I mean yeah he's really excited. And also kind of bloody. Like, really bloody. But also excited! But also he probably should have gone to the clinic first, but fuck that, it's science time.]
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Newt also nearly topples out of his desk chair when Peter kicks in the door. Man, it's a good thing he wasn't holding a scalpel.]
Oh my god, dude, don't—
[But then he gets a look at Peter and, holy shit indeed.]
What the hell happened to you?
[The blood is concerning, yes, but like any good scientist, Newt's attention immediately snaps to the something Peter is carrying. Clearly, that's for Newt, and he's excited about it.]
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[Fine aside from all the blood. Peter strolls his ass right on over and thunks the chunk right down on Newt's desk and pauses to catch his breath. Just give him a moment, it's been a rough week.]
Okay, so you know how those guys got attacked by some kinda mollusk things a while back? Turns out they're still around, and I got jumped by a few of 'em. They're pretty tough, but I totally ripped this off of one.
[He gives his trophy a pat. Here you go Newt, have fun.]
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[He's on his feet in an instant even though Peter dropped the thing on his desk whoops okay he got ahead of himself better sit back down...]
Holy crap. Nice work, dude. How'd you... What is it?
[Newt picks up the chunk and kinda turns it over in his hands. It's... gooey. He doesn't love that.]
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[He'll get back to the nerd shit in a minute, he's kind of bleeding all over your desk SORRY BRO. He's gonna start going through shit looking for bandages.]
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Wait, you punched it and it broke? What the hell were those other guys on about, then? I thought these shells were supposed to be—
[Newt glances up, and Peter is rifling through drawers looking for... He said something about bandages, so that's probably the goal. Right, yeah, that's important.]
Uh, depends on your definition of bandages. That's more of a clinic thing. How bad are you hurt? We do have crap for stitching. Hold on.
[Newt disappears into the kitchenette briefly to retrieve a hand towel. It's the best (and cleanest) approximation to a bandage that they're gonna get. He tosses it to Peter.]
That work?
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Oh, no, I mean, I can throw a car? Punching this chunk off of that thing was nothing.
[Said like it's the most casual thing ever. I mean it kind of is for him at this point. Anyway he's moved to his own little work station and grabbed one of his web shooters, and catches that hand towel while he's rifling through his own junk.]
This'll work, thanks.
[He'll just secure this towel in place with some webbing like a normal person and make his way back over to Newt's desk.]
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Wait, what? Really? ...How?
[There's so much science happening at this moment. He'll come back to the nautilus chunk in a sec.]
No wonder you were able to wrangle the rust monster so easily. Jeez, dude. Punch more chunks next time.
[But okay okay he's heading back to his desk too. Time to take a look at this thing...]
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[hes got one of those teenager shiteating grins going on. Don't think too hard about it Newt.]
And I would have, but it had three of it's buddies ganging up on me and I was already bleeding, and I left these here. [he motions to the web shooter he's wearing, super exciting.] Maybe next time I'll bring you back a whole one.
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Oh my god, you don't even want to know what I'd do to get my hands on a living specimen, dude. Especially after that whole thing with them being the city's original hosts? Like, jeez.
[It's time to don his ridiculous-looking yet efficient headlamp!!! He pulls a little makeshift magnifying glass out of his desk drawer, too. He's really gonna nerd it up.]
Let's see what we got here...
[It's gonna be tough to work out anything useful from a chunk of shell, but he's still excited to get to hold a piece of the things.]
Did you feel any of those, like, emotional effects that those other guys were talking about?
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Y'know, I honestly didn't notice if they were affecting my emotions or whatever? I was really distracted.
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Yeah, that checks out.
[He's pretty sure he would have trouble sorting through his own emotions at a time like that, too. Hard to feel anything past PANIC.]
You gotta tell me everything, though, dude. Like, clearly their shells aren't indestructible, and that's good news, but what kind of offense are we talking, here? Did they attack you first? What happened?
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Offences, um. Okay. Well they were trying to body slam me, so they don't just use the shells for defense. Then they have the tentacles, which I assume they would use for like, grappling, crushing? All I'm sure of is that they couldn't pin me down with them, but for like normal people, they'd be really dangerous. Then they've got these beak mouths-- [He pats himself on the arm where he got bit, and then immediately winces because WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT PETER] --Ow. Anyway, those are pretty bad. Anyway uh, they came at me first. Just like, out of nowhere.
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[Newt is furiously recording all of this mentally—crap he should be writing it down, actually, he's worried about forgetting details but it's fine, it's fine, he's too hype for writing. He looks up when Peter "ow"s though.]
You okay, man? I can throw some stitches in that real quick if you want.
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I'll be fine, I'd just have to take stitches out in a couple hours anyway. When I get hurt, I actually heal really fast? This was way worse when it was fresh.
oh god i'm sorry about his bullshit science questions
Okay, that plus the super strength is way interesting. Pin that. We're circling back later.
[BUT IN THE MEANTIME?]
They weren't strong enough to hold you, but they'd be trouble for an average Joe... What are we talking, numbers-wise? Give me some rough estimates. Like how much do they weigh? How much force is in their slamming around?
HIT ME i will also serve up some bullshit
[don't you even get any weird ideas you NEWT.]
Four came after me, they were all different sizes. The biggest one was... I wanna say around the size of a pony? Maybe five hundred pounds, give or take. You ever been hit by a motorcycle? It's kinda like that.
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...I, uh, have never been hit by a motorcycle, no.
[Peter???]
Hm. Pony-sized is manageable. Kind of. A tentacle-flailing pony with a beak and natural plate armor.
[Okay this is sounding less and less manageable by the second, so, moving on.]
Well, uh, just looking at this shell fragment, I think it's safe to say these creatures are organic, but that's about all I can do. It rules them out as being Null creations or something, though. That's not nothing.
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[Sometimes you just get hit by motorcycles okay???]
Now, when you say manageable, that doesn't mean you're going to do a dumb thing and try to wrangle one, right?
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I mean, that'd be the best way to study one. Up close and personal, you know?
[It's like a half-baked idea at this point, it's fine, he'll work out the details at some point. It'll be safe. Ish.]
pre-event
He knows where his scant academic strengths lie, but apparently they're the kind of thing some people actually look for. He might have made a career in research and documentation if he didn't like getting his hands so dirty.
Still, the lab always feels like an unwelcome place for somebody like him, and not just because he has it neatly mapped out for theft reasons in the event he needed to spirit their helpful little Null away for safekeeping.]
Hey.
[He knocks on the jamb, shutting the door behind him and cutting off the last gust of wind that wanted to winnow into the lab.]
You're uh- Newt, right?
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That'd be me. What's up?