Lab Pacticum [Video]

[trustycrowbar]

[The feed opens to Gordon, a large and rather silly smile on his face, backdropped by one of the messiest offices one could ever lay eyes on. In addition of his normal clothes he's also wrapped in a white labcoat that already has an impressive crop of pens and pencils stuffed into the breast pocket.]

So, I go in to turn in another two bits of anemoi over at the lab, and mentioned offhand somewhere a few experiments I've been up to, y'know, not really thinking... Others pick up on the conversation, call still more guys over, security starts hanging over me to make sure I don't go anywhere while they're calling each other back to discuss stuff in the next room, and by this time I'm convinced I'm about to be exiled or brain-wiped or something just for getting curious...

[He grins wildly and flashes a badge with a glare-riddled picture of himself and the name "GORDON" emblazoned beneath.]

Hahah, nope! Instead they offer me a job! Anemoi and materials research! And it looks like they need all the help they can get; that dragon-snake-thing really scared the hell out of the researchers here. Some of them won't even be back for a few WEEKS...

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[nomen_est_numen]

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"It's practically instinctive!" Shen yells back. "I think... yes, I've grown up with this--there isn't any part of it I don't remember!"

Eeeexcept the bit where the processing of various materials has changed in the last thousand or so years. The next one goes up into the air all right, but on an enormous trail of smoke that leaves Shen coughing violently. It explodes in the distance in a shower of green and yellow and blue and he coughs and wheezes and chokes, waving his wings in an attempt to disperse it.

[trustycrowbar]

[Oh jeezus! Here's hoping the fire brigade makes it in time. If not to put out any potential fires than just to tell Shen to get a hold of himself--]

You mean that's a family trade of yours?

[nomen_est_numen]

He's giddy and overjoyed but not nearly as twitchy as he was last night. This isn't bad at all.

"Yes, actually. My clan invented them. They've been a symbol of my family for... well, I can't quite remember that part but it was quite some time! I have memories of experimenting with them when I was quite young--" He breaks off and looks down at the sound of sirens and a very loud horn particular to fire trucks. "Oh, bother..."

[trustycrowbar]

Maybe you better take off and live to experiment another day.

[nomen_est_numen]

"Perhaps you're right, I--NO!" he yells offscreen. "NO, I HAVE THIS UNDER CONTROL, YOU DON'T NEED T-BBLLLLBLBLRRLRLRBBBRRGGGHHH!" This last happens as a direct result of the huge jet of water that drenches him and his fireworks.

"Bllgh--" Koff keff kaff... "Geh..." he stares as they all get back in their truck and drive away. He's heard of the municipal services in Sirocco being a bit wonky but he hadn't exactly expected this. He shivers his feathers, tail snapping outward in a great showering of water. Coughs a few more times.

"Well. That's that, then," he says after a beat.

[trustycrowbar]

[You hear that? That's the sound of a man who occasionally acts his labcoat size instead of his age, snickering at you Shen.]

[nomen_est_numen]

"Yes, I'm glad I amu--WARK!" He slips and vanishes from the feed with a loud thump, reappearing a moment later. "Amuse you. Really. It's my life's goal..." He struggles a bit with the now sopping wet equipment before managing to gather it all up. "Perhaps I ought to branch out--into--comedy..." He lugs it all offscreen and there's the distinct sound of things clattering into a box. He returns to retrieve the phone. "Now I think I'm going to take all of this home and--" Brrr. "Have a nice, hot bath."