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.]

Comments

[earlofpudding]

"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."

[bitofafiction]

Dryly: "Ah, pleased to meet you."

[earlofpudding]

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."

[bitofafiction]

"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.

[earlofpudding]

"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!

[bitofafiction]

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

[earlofpudding]

"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!"

[bitofafiction]

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