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tushanshu2013-09-20 12:28 am
philosophe) wrote in tushanshu2013-09-20 12:28 am
video, backdated to the afternoon of the 19th!
[It's a pretty normal, sunny day on the back of a giant turtle... That is, until an explosion rocks the Fire Sector. And it's not even like, a normal, mildly alarming, muffled explosion coming from the Valdez household. It's a loud, deafening sound, almost like a cannon fire, coming from an open space that is really suspiciously near Leo's apartment.
In any case, what happens next is a broadcast of this certain message on the network coming from Leo's PC. Behind Leo and Combeferre is the usual mess of machine parts and sketches, except now there's a distinct black mist hovering in the room.
Leo is wearing a sheepish grin and scratching the back of his head. His clothes and parts of his face are covered in black soot.]
Right! So, about that explosion. Theoretically, if that happened to be caused by a super smart and tragically handsome teenager and a guy with a distinctly French accent and hailing from some ancient century, what kind of trouble will said guys theoretically get into? All theoretically, of course.
--The 19th century, it is hardly ancient. [Combeferre interjects from the background. The explosion has shaken him rather more than he would care to admit, but he’s just going to take a few deep breaths here, in an attempt to calm himself down.]
I, ah -- we were testing the mechanics of a model cannon. Theoretically. [He offers a sheepish grin.] Clearly, that attempt used far too much powder.
[Hands up in the air all pre-emptively going "hang on bros y'all gotta chill"] To be fair though, we like, totally didn't blow up an entire block, so uh, no harm done, right?
[Leo's brows furrow soon after, and he turns to Combeferre.] Hey wait, dude, did I just say "we"...?
[A tad absently:] Yes, you did. [He tries for a weak smile, though it’s pretty clear he’s not really paying attention -- especially to someone who knows him well.] I suppose the theoretical talk did not count for much, anyhow -- is there a chair about?
(OOC: Joint post from the resident mad scientists! Leo is red, Combeferre is blue, come yell at them and get either!)
In any case, what happens next is a broadcast of this certain message on the network coming from Leo's PC. Behind Leo and Combeferre is the usual mess of machine parts and sketches, except now there's a distinct black mist hovering in the room.
Leo is wearing a sheepish grin and scratching the back of his head. His clothes and parts of his face are covered in black soot.]
Right! So, about that explosion. Theoretically, if that happened to be caused by a super smart and tragically handsome teenager and a guy with a distinctly French accent and hailing from some ancient century, what kind of trouble will said guys theoretically get into? All theoretically, of course.
--The 19th century, it is hardly ancient. [Combeferre interjects from the background. The explosion has shaken him rather more than he would care to admit, but he’s just going to take a few deep breaths here, in an attempt to calm himself down.]
I, ah -- we were testing the mechanics of a model cannon. Theoretically. [He offers a sheepish grin.] Clearly, that attempt used far too much powder.
[Hands up in the air all pre-emptively going "hang on bros y'all gotta chill"] To be fair though, we like, totally didn't blow up an entire block, so uh, no harm done, right?
[Leo's brows furrow soon after, and he turns to Combeferre.] Hey wait, dude, did I just say "we"...?
[A tad absently:] Yes, you did. [He tries for a weak smile, though it’s pretty clear he’s not really paying attention -- especially to someone who knows him well.] I suppose the theoretical talk did not count for much, anyhow -- is there a chair about?
(OOC: Joint post from the resident mad scientists! Leo is red, Combeferre is blue, come yell at them and get either!)
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[Maybe just a bit of staring. Nobody had actually told him about that part yet.]
But, uh, yeah. I'm a viking, so your little assessment earlier wasn't that far off.
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I've actually made a couple of mastheads myself. I'm more of a weapon smith though, not a shipwright. [He shrugs.] It's something we learn to do as kids. Never know when you're gonna need to get off an island of bloodthirsty cannibals.
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Who taught you?