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vatheon2012-05-23 10:05 pm
relinquishing) wrote in vatheon2012-05-23 10:05 pm
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Talk sweet science to me, it's music to my ears.
Who: Guy (relinquishing) and Zelda (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.]
relinquishing) and Zelda (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.]