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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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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.

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.

"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.

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

"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?"

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

"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..."

He shrugs. "Still, it is something that will continue to inconvenience you until you recover it. Even more effective on that level than taking my memory of what it is like to play the violin."

"True enough! But I've found having people write these things down for me covers the bases." Lloyd pauses his work on the EMP device to reach over and grab a sticky note off of the computer he's pilfered for the lab. "Like how my name is apparently Lloyd."

Dryly: "Ah, pleased to meet you."

Lloyd beams at Sherlock and puts the sticky note back on the computer monitor. He'd already forgotten about his name once he had put that way, but it didn't really bother him. "And I'm stuck being a Player this round. I can't say I care much for that distraction."

He got back to work.

"I saw that you've already joined up with someone else, but that's fine. I'm not certain if this'll be ready for testing before the round ends."

"Could you test it as well if you had a cooperative Player at hand other than yourself?" he wonders. "If my turn at the wheel comes up before yours does again, I wouldn't mind helping. Provided I knew the nature of the experiment."

Which he never demanded when he was going to be the one getting experimented on. Oh, Sherlock.

"As long as there's a weapon to test it on, any Player or Weapon would do. If I get this finished early enough, I could use Anya or any of the Discards for the test." He glances up. Nature of the experiment? He lets that go unanswered for now, as the experiment isn't pending quite yet.

"If push comes to shove, next round could even find someone to draw my own weapon for it."

Even better if Sherlock ends up as a Player for the round the EMP device is finished. That would take care of the problem right there!

"In that case, I volunteer in advance. If I happen to be a Player whenever you finish it, of course."

"Really? How thoughtful of you~!" Just as expected. "Then all that's left to do is to hope the system chooses Players in our favor when this is done!"

"Indeed," Sherlock agrees, smiling. "I can't say I expect it to, given its history thus far, but one can always hope."

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