vatheon | Talk sweet science to me, it's music to my ears.

Who: Guy (

zelda_hylia)
Where: Pendulum 3-3
When: Evening, May 23rd
Style: [Action]
Status: Closed.

[Guy had given Zelda the day to figure things out - to collect the information she was able to dig up form the crevices and get her 50,000 words out as best as she could. She needed to sort out her initial paranoia and frenzied drive before he could trust her to be even close to rational about discussing things. So, despite his own plans and theories, he had let her be.

Well. Sort of.

He wasn't stupid. He'd noticed how distracted she was. And he had a sneaking suspicion it wasn't just about the issues with the coral.

So yes, he had invited her over for the evening. And thank god, she had taken up the offer.

The apartment was plenty tidy already, the only clutter being that surrounding the work desk on the far side of the room. It was a startling contrast. The one corner of the room seemed to have erupted overnight. Books upon books, boxes and boxes of parts and half-completed items, all tossed aside for the moment. A smaller, partially-completed contraption takes up the majority of the space on the desk, several books of electronics and physics sprawled open and bookmarked. This lovely little doodad is currently what maintains Guy's full attention.

He wants to have as much completed as possible before Zelda arrived, after all.

It was... kind of odd. Now that the apartment only held one person again... to have someone over without that mop of red hair peeking around a corner felt... empty, in a sense.

But no, no. He couldn't focus on that. He had something to show to Zelda, after all. He'd stayed up for nearly 20 hours straight working on it, getting something together, at least. He had to - partially as a distraction, but partially because he could see that change of glow from his balcony window. He was awake enough at midnight - he saw the light in the distance flicker and suddenly fade, as if hundreds of heated fonstones suddenly stopped shining. It was important for him to act.

Maybe this idea wasn't particularly revolutionary. But hopefully, it might be a lead that they could follow, if she so chose. And... at least it was better than nothing at all.]

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[At about eight o'clock in the evening, after learning what she could from the locals and everyone on the network, greeting the new arrivals of the day, and diffusing a fight between Rin and Masaru near the coral (what had they been thinking?!), Zelda finally heads home to pick up some of her notes before going over to Guy's apartment as promised.

Looking a little disheveled, she knocks on the door with the tip of her shoe, arms full of paper.]

[He barely notices the knock, as drawn up in his work as he is. It's when it resounds a second time that he glances up with a start, then at the clock...

Oh hey, that must be her. Pulling off his gloves and scrambling from his seat to go let her in now, yep!

He himself is quite disheveled as he opens the door to greet her; shirt sleeves rolled up clear past the elbow, vest long ago discarded, hair a bit unkempt. He's not particularly messy until one looked past his forearms - quite the picture of a man working on machines for an entire day. The scent of metal and machinery still lingered. He has the stain of oil up and down his arms, his fingers the only things still remarkably clean.

Never mind his appearance, though - the sight of Zelda with her hands stacked with paper nearly makes him choke with laughter. Being a man of composure, he hardly stoops to that level, although the humor is still a bit evident in his eyes as he holds the door open for her.]

Geez, hey - come in, come in, get those onto the counter before you drop something, haha!

It's not that funny.

[She scowls good naturedly, slipping inside and being careful to not bump him as she moves. She finds the counter he's speaking of and spreads her papers across it, two older looking documents among them. The rest appear to be notes that she's taken herself, all written with meticulously neat handwriting.]

New arrivals began today as usual. At least we know that part of it is still functioning properly, and back on schedule, too.

[He shoots her a mockingly apologetic look, keeping incredibly still as she walked past before closing the door and following behind, circling to the other side of the counter. To the sink! Might as well wash up his arms. No need to muck up her notes or anything.]

I saw the influx of names on the lists, yeah. Was there any differences at all? No sickness, no alternate effects that you could figure out?

[Well, outside the normal, of course.]

[Her ears turn red at the thought.]

An injured arrival, but that is normal. The... strange thing, was... there were two arrivals lacking their clothing...

[Her voice being slightly higher and a little strained sounding indicates that at least one of the people she greeted today was definitely a male. Zelda is never going to be able to unsee Ryu's penis. Ever.]

[He starts at her change in pitch, turning around from his place at the sink to look at her...

...Alright, he can't hide the (somewhat awkward) chuckle this time, especially seeing her ears go red like that. Ahhh. Poor Zelda...

He clears his throat, rummaging for the hand towel that hung close by and keeping his voice lighthearted.]

Hah... odd. You think that the coral was responsible for that, or are they just the type of characters to run around with nothing on?

[She recovers her composure as she tries to think about Ryu and Sera. It's possible that neither of them particularly cared about clothing, but Ryu at least seemed to have SOME concept of modesty. Their state of dress was concerning, but it was Mat who had really worried her.]

It's difficult to say, exactly. But, the injured arrival... I instructed him to touch the coral as normal. It didn't even fully scab over his wounds. It's low on power today, unquestionably.

Mmm.

[He wanders back over to the counter, skimming over a few of the pages of notes with a distracted aura about him, brows knit tightly.]

Well, if what I've put together works correctly, hopefully we'll have a more accurate read on what kind of power levels we're looking at.

Ah, but-- [He makes a vague gesture to the countertop.] --is there any of this you want me to look over beforehand? I shouldn't take up too much time, but if there was anything specific, I wouldn't mind knowing about it sooner rather than later.

No, you're quite right. You should continue your work, I'll continue mine. When we're done, we can start taking readings on the coral. I've been observing it for quite some time, so after a few days of readings we should be able to get some basic parameters for it.

[After all, if they can't estimate what "full" power is, the readings won't mean much. She's got a fairly good idea of what the coral should look like, though. Zelda settles in with her papers and smiles at him.]

I hope you don't mind the company. I won't make much noise.

Haha, I don't mind at all! Wouldn't have invited you otherwise, you know?

[He returns that smile with a grin of his own as slips out of the kitchen and towards his desk - it was only over in the living room, so they would still be able to talk without the awkward separation of walls.]

I'll let you know when I have this in working order. Let me know if you need anything, though, alright?

[The blonde plops himself down into the chair, already picking up a tool in one hand as he turns most of his attention to the small, radio-like contraption on the desk. His voice is broken up here and there by moments of concentrated tinkering, but he still keeps it clear that the questions are for her.]

So hey, tell me... besides the experience with the newcomers, was there anything of... ah, there -- ah, anything of interest you were able to dig up?

Yes, in fact. The coral has behaved this way before, always before or after a large event. Chances are it is either repairing itself or we're in for something big - something like the attacks I've heard of. I can only hope the presence of the Defense Force will mean there are less injuries.

[She's restocked the clinic yet again just in case. Zelda begins organizing everything she's brought, reading over an old report of the quadrants appearing.]

Talk sweet science to me, it's music to my ears.

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