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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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[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~?

[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?]

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.]

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.]

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.]

[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.]

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.]

A... [Pause. Headscratch. Because yes, she hasn't considered that, and currently can't even remember what sort of lock that is.]

Well, whatever lock you get out of this cr--- er, inadequate pieces'll be impressive anyway... [She can't really see how he's gonna get a lock (whatever sort it was he'd meant) out of this.]

You'd be amazed by what can be made out of a bunch of junk. You just need a better imagination~.

[Workworkwork. He's carefully adding the bits and pieces needed for the inside of a combination lock, right into the shell of it. The shell itself looks welded together, random bits of metal, more than one color. Where did he find something to weld with...

Clunkier than he'd like any design to be, but hey, limited resources here.]

Well, I'm a pilot, not an engineer. [Grenn shrugs and considers the junk again. This stuff is so inadequate... She just doesn't understand... This whole thing is a simulation kept up with what must be impressive technology, and yet they've chosen to reproduce this level of tech?

Is it to lessen the chance of their 'students' to work with what they have? No, that doesn't sound right, considering she was able to get into the files...]

A pilot? [INTEREST HAS BEEN ENGAGED. Lloyd looks up from the lock.] Of what?

[... Ohfrag. What does---]

Uh. Ships? You know. [Vague handwave. What is she supposed to say? She has no idea where, and when, this guy comes from and so isn't willing to say 'spaceships' out loud.

Of course, she knows nothing of boats so if he actually asks something about that, it'll be obvious the 'ships' aren't 'ships on water'.

... And. She tries to think. Those who steered boats were never called pilots were they?

Frag.]

No. I don't know. [Back to tinkering.] A KMF? A jet? A boat? An airship? A spaceship?

Is the one steering a boat or an airship even called a pilot, anyway? [She doesn't recognize the first, but it must be an acronym for something... For some reason she thinks of Gino and his mentions of sakuradite.]

The last one. [She hopes she won't regret admitting that.]

Usually, yes. Aha... So you're an astronaut. [Juuust going to keep working on that lock.] We haven't gotten very far into space travel where I'm from yet! We had a weapon go up into the atmosphere, but that was left to burn up. Probes to Mars. Ships to the moon. That sort of thing.

...so how far into space has your world gotten?

We don't use that word anymore. We'd have to use it for everybody then, and that'd just be silly... [Grenn quietens and stares. How much should she say? She supposed she can say what she's said before, to Gino and Yuki...]

Permanent expedition to Mars... livable space stations. [She's not gonna say anything about terraforming, or how far beyond the solar-system they had got.]

Oh? [Those revelations don't even get him to look up from his work. As thrilling as those things are, they were in some distant alternate dimension. But Grenn was here, so...] How did they figure out the distance problem? Did they finally build a ship fast enough to get to Mars in a shorter span of time?

... Distance isn't a problem any longer. [She pauses to give him a look, even if he's not looking at her, but concentrated on his lock.]

The right sort of fuel and a few discoveries... But do you actually think I'm going to tell you anything even remotely precise, considering what you're doing with this? [Gesture around the room to all the pilfered technology.]

If you actually remember what I'd tell you when you go back to your home, you'd be able to change things... Maybe those things would have come up anyway, but I'm not taking the risk.

[She may be bad at thinking on her feet, and lying isn't her strong suit, but anyone can keep their mouth shut.]

[Lloyd stops tinkering and gives Grenn an injured look. Really now.]

How unneighborly! [He looks around at the room of stolen bits and pieces. What was that supposed to mean?] Inventing? Building? I don't see how that should paint me as untrustworthy.

[What do you mean stealing things paints people as untrustworthy, that is crazy talk.]

Bah. [Back to work.] The 'altering realities' argument.

Yeah, the 'altering reality', argument. [Grenn's voice was faintly mocking as she repeats those words.] I think it's pretty pertinent. Especially considering you'd maybe be able to extrapolate from any general info I give you about our technical advances and then back-engineer it or something.

[And no matter what very possibly amoral scientists thinks, she's not gonna help in altering someone else's reality.]

It isn't as if it would ever effect you. You'd be in a different reality.

Yeah, but it would affect your reality, and even if I'd never know what happened, I'd still be responsible!

[... Why was she arguing this? he was obviously the sort of scientist who saw no problem in 'bettering' technology at the potential pain and exploitation of others, just like--- Something. At home. Grenn refexively, unconciously grabbed the back of her neck, but there was nothing there.

Why had she done that?]

Fine, fine. [SUCH A DRAMATIC SIGH.] Have it your way.

[He falls to humming idly while he works instead]

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