Plastic Tubes and Pots and Pans

[earlofpudding]

Characters: Lloyd and all these meddling kids.
Format: Starting action, but pick your poison.
This log is: OPEN
Location: THE LAB actually it's just a workroom he's taken over but shut up
Summary: Lloyd's been scarce around the campus since the round change! Because he's been working in his new lab or whatever.
Warnings: lloydness.

[One of the once-empty school workrooms -- one with an outside facing door rather than it being connected inwardly to a hall -- has had it's windows taped over entirely. One of the double doors has a doorstop (that is, a rock) wedged between them to let some air in and from that crack in the door, light is visible.

Past the doors? The room looks like it got hit by a whirlwind of junk. The worktables are covered with all sorts of scrap parts and wires pilfered and dismantled from whatever device could go missing without too much notice. The entire lighting setup has been changed and that's terribly obvious, because the person who changed it hasn't put the ceiling tiles back in place yet. A computer has found it's way from the computer lab to what should have been the teacher's desk. A second one is partially pulled apart nearby.

And so on and so on. What a mess.

Lloyd is at the desk as well, crouched over whatever it is he's working on, a lamp that's been attached to the desktop pulled down close to keep it well lit.]

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[myblueskies]

[Romeo was far too curious for his own good, when he saw a propped open door he had to peek in it, just to see what was there. And what was there made his eyes open so wide and he took a big step backwards. He had stumbled into a witches cave! Apart from witches used magic and people here used technology, which to Romeo's eyes was the same thing.

Could you even call a technology witch a witch? He spotted the man and shuffled backwards again, he looked like a witch! Romeo could imagine him flying a broomstick! Even though in his stories only girls were witches he was pretty sure boys could be too. This man looked exactly like a witch.

Time to get out of here, Romeo tried to simultaneously step backwards and turn around and ended up falling to the floor with a crash.]

[earlofpudding]

[Lloyd is a witch now? Certainly isn't the worst thing he's had thought of him, though he's more likely to fly around on a giant airship than on a broomstick.

The sound of Romeo's fall draws his attention away from his work and he looks towards the doors. What was that?

Oh hey. A kid.]

Well hello! [He smiles at Romeo.] Try not to break anything over there. I had trouble enough getting all of this stuff here, I don't want to have to replace anything already. It'd be a tragedy!

[myblueskies]

[Oh no the witch spotted him! Romeo scrambled to his feet and blinked at the witch in fear.] I won't break anything, sir! [Do you call witches sir? He hasn't been turned into a frog yet, that's a good sign but he should probably get out of here. Then again, turning your back on a witch was an even worse idea!]

[earlofpudding]

[The fact that Romeo was afraid of him didn't quite connect with Lloyd.]

That's good to know.

[Aaand he kept watching the boy after that. Romeo couldn't turn around to escape with the 'witch' watching and Lloyd wasn't going to look away until the boy left in case he got up to some shenanigans after all.

So.

Looks like it's a staring contest now.]

[myblueskies]

[Romeo's eyes widened as he realised he was trapped. He could try and walk backwards to the door but there was mag...technology instruments everywhere. The witch would be so mad if he broke them and who knew what they did?]

What are you doing here sir? [Well that was stupid, Romeo kicked himself the moment he talked, if the witch thought he was being nosy he could boil him or feed him to his goblin. A quick look round to see if he could spot said Goblin and then back to the witch.]

[earlofpudding]

[Lloyd? Get mad? Nah, rage isn't really his thing, but Romeo doesn't know that.]

Hhm? [He looked down at his little project, then back at the boy again, smile never wavering.] This thing? Nothing more than a toy. Rather harmless, really!

[Unless it explodes. It might explode. Hey, that's what testing is for, right?]

[myblueskies]

It doesn't look like a toy... [Toys are for little children, and this looks too much like witchcraft to Romeo. Is there even such a thing as harmless witchcraft.]

What does it do? [Curiosity really did kill the cat, and small chimney sweeps as well! Another quick glance around in case the goblin was about to descend on him and then back to the witch, not letting him out of his sight.]

[earlofpudding]

...compared to what I normally work on...

[Yeah, this little thing is most definitely a toy.]

If it works like it's supposed to, it'll be able to... [How do you explain this to a small thing? He'll just sum it up as simply as possible.] It will be able to break machines.

[myblueskies]

[Suspicious look from the small thing. Breaking things is not a very nice thing to do, especially when they are other peoples things- and theres no point in breaking your own things. Romeo isn't even sure what a 'machine' is, but he's assuming something technologyical]

Why would you want to break things?

[summerstars]

[Curiosity has killed a great many things and people in its time, and Grenn has known its bite more than once. But a barely-open door into a room with a window taped shut? Yeah, it's hard to resist something like that, so she takes a peek inside.

And stares.

And then stares some more at the mess, not actually realizing there's someone in that mess of a room.]

... Okay, wow. [She looks around the room, still missing Lloyd himself. Sorry Lloyd, the mess is more impressive than you.]

Who's not keeping order in their techie-geekery?

[earlofpudding]

[More lab invasions, hm? Lloyd didn't stop working to look until Grenn she pointed out how messy is was in here. At that point, it was a matter of defending the honor of the room. He looked up and-- sdfksnfhhfsf rakshata-- no.

While that was the first person to jump to mind upon looking at the girl, a second of staring longer made it really obvious that she looked absolutely nothing like his hated rival. Good for her! He manages a smile.]

All a work in progress! But so long as I know where everything is, it shouldn't matter, right~?

[summerstars]

[Grenn jerks in surprise, because, yeah, she'd totally missed him before.]

Usually... yes, I mean... [Another look around. There's stuff on the floor too.]

And when you trip and break something?

[Because a mess you know the organization of is all well and good, but when it's this messy, the risk of destroying something was probably greater. But... where did he get all this stuff, anyway?]

[earlofpudding]

I won't. [So sure of himself, oh yes.] It's more likely some kid will break something by aimlessly wandering in.

[He pauses and looks around the workroom thoughtfully.]

Mm. That, however, would be a problem! Oh well. I guess I'll get around to tidying up later today. What a chore...

[Inventive appropriation, my dear Miss Atair, that's how.]

[summerstars]

And considering you probably got this room without asking, you don't have a key, so you can't really keep people from walking in. [It was funny how easy that came. She doesn't mean it rudely so it's said in a light tone of voice.

But something in this room is giving her chills.

Maybe it's just all the picked-apart (or about to be) pieces of technology, but suddenly Grenn is very happy her prostethics are tucked away way out of visibility in the bag slung around the back of her chair.]

... What're you even gonna do with all this... stuff? [It takes her a bit to get up to that question; she's getting unsure if he'd rather she leave (probably), but she's also curious. But she's also wondering if she'll regret asking.]

[earlofpudding]

Congratulations! You're right on points one [He held up one finger.] and two! [And a second.] But you're incorrect on the third~.

[Lloyd turns back to his work. He can work and talk at the same time! It's fine.]

Build things. What else? I need a new lock for the doors first. I broke the one that was there before rather badly.

[All of this has, so far, been said in an amiable, ever cheerful tone.]

[summerstars]

[Grenn scratched her head and stared. What sort of lock could you even...]

Magnetic or electric? [Those were the only ones she could see would work without having something old-fashioned like actual physical keys. Probably something like retinal or fingerprint recognition lock.

Never let it be said Grenn wasn't curious about what Lloyd thought he could build with all this picked-apart low-tech junk.]

[earlofpudding]

Neither. It's going to be a combination lock.

[When you're stuck with low tech junk, you need to start thinking in those terms. Bet'cha a high tech gal like Grenn hadn't even considered such an archaic method.

He returns to fitting a part of the upcoming lock together and picks a screwdriver up out of his scattered tools.]

[bitofafiction]

Sherlock, needless to say, has a curious nature. When he sees the covered windows and the light behind the door, he can't resist coming to take a look.

His first sight of the sprawling technological turmoil makes him absurdly homesick. He stands in the doorway for a long moment, watching Lloyd work.

[earlofpudding]

And as long as Sherlock stands there quietly, the scientist doesn't seem to notice him there.

Lloyd keeps on working. He's carefully dismantling what appear to be cameras. That shouldn't be much of a surprise, considering Sherlock had seen the design he'd been working on before.

[bitofafiction]

Ah, yes. Of course.

"How is the experiment progressing?" he asks, when he is sure he can keep the wistful note out of his voice.

[earlofpudding]

"Hm?" Now Lloyd looks up and squints at the visitor. Is that... "Mr. Holmes! I see you've found the lab on your own!"

He gestured down at the ruins of the camera he'd been working to pry apart and sighs. "Not so well. Everything's gone blurry! How strange is that?" Which might have something to do with how he isn't wearing the glasses he'd had when they met before. No, they're sitting on the far edge of the desk, forgotten.

Quite literally.

[bitofafiction]

Rather than waste time explaining, Sherlock steps inside, crosses the room, picks up Lloyd's glasses, and hands them to him.

[earlofpudding]

"Wh--"

Lloyd accepts the glasses from him and gives them a confused stare. Random glasses from his desk, problem with vision, oh yeah, he puts the two right together and sighs. He unfolds the glasses and puts them back on.

Muuuch better.

"Why does it feel like they chose the most annoying things for me to forget?"

[bitofafiction]

"I believe it is an incentive to participate in the system. A damned clever one, at that."

[earlofpudding]

"Maybe a clever one for those with more sentimental memories to lose." Lloyd shrugs and gets back to work with gusto, now that he can see it all properly. "If the worst they can do is make me forget my glasses..."