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capeandcowllogs2011-01-21 08:31 pm
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WHO: Kimiko, Bennett, and Open to any Stark employees who might want to wander in. After Bennett gets there though.
WHERE: Kim's Lab in the Stark Building.
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WARNINGS: Creepy cyborg interface!
SUMMARY: Kim finally got her machine finished and asked Bennett over to keep an eye on her when she starts it up. Better safe than sorry.
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Kimiko sat on the edge of the counter in her lab, dressed in a backless shirt and a pair of jeans, her hair pulled back into a small ponytail. One of her legs swung in front of her, the heel clicking against the counter and bouncing off at the end of each tiny trip. She had been working in here for hours pretty much every day, and her clothing was a necessity of the heat from her machines. Normally she would've kept her back and all its interfaces and obvious unnatural sections covered but people generally didn't bother her in here so it wasn't a worry. Of course, she had invited Bennett over, and that meant she should probably change, but she was busy being vaguely annoyed.
She was vaguely annoyed at the rather frightening looking chair that took up a decent chunk of one wall of her room, her fingers tapping against her knee as she tried to figure out what seemed off. The chair was a monstrosity of cords and cables and jacks, more akin to a torture device than a simple chair, but it was necessary for all the things it needed to do.
But it felt off.
Finally she spotted something and hopped off the counter, hurrying across to drop down on her knees with cloth-muffled clangs before she unscrewed a panel on one side, flipped it over, and screwed it back in.
That was better.
She stood up and dusted her hands off, stretching as she moved back across the room and twisted about to stare at the chair again. It wasn't perfect...it would never be perfect...but if she could get it close, she'd be happy.
WHERE: Kim's Lab in the Stark Building.
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WARNINGS: Creepy cyborg interface!
SUMMARY: Kim finally got her machine finished and asked Bennett over to keep an eye on her when she starts it up. Better safe than sorry.
FORMAT: Paragraph
Kimiko sat on the edge of the counter in her lab, dressed in a backless shirt and a pair of jeans, her hair pulled back into a small ponytail. One of her legs swung in front of her, the heel clicking against the counter and bouncing off at the end of each tiny trip. She had been working in here for hours pretty much every day, and her clothing was a necessity of the heat from her machines. Normally she would've kept her back and all its interfaces and obvious unnatural sections covered but people generally didn't bother her in here so it wasn't a worry. Of course, she had invited Bennett over, and that meant she should probably change, but she was busy being vaguely annoyed.
She was vaguely annoyed at the rather frightening looking chair that took up a decent chunk of one wall of her room, her fingers tapping against her knee as she tried to figure out what seemed off. The chair was a monstrosity of cords and cables and jacks, more akin to a torture device than a simple chair, but it was necessary for all the things it needed to do.
But it felt off.
Finally she spotted something and hopped off the counter, hurrying across to drop down on her knees with cloth-muffled clangs before she unscrewed a panel on one side, flipped it over, and screwed it back in.
That was better.
She stood up and dusted her hands off, stretching as she moved back across the room and twisted about to stare at the chair again. It wasn't perfect...it would never be perfect...but if she could get it close, she'd be happy.
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"I, I'm so sorry I'm late, I know I said I'd be here by one but its quarter after and-" Bennett rambled her words together as she entered Kim's lab. Well. She hoped this was Kim's lab. Her talking was interrupted though. By the oinking robot in her oversized purse. Since Bennett had trained Bingley to pretty much act as her other arm, she took that pig with her everywhere. He was a spoiled little robot, yes he was.
"Bingley, stop whining- I just got caught up at work. Perfecting this new way I figured out how to compress data. Then I...think I was lost here. This building...Its not exactly straightforward."
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"It's fine, Bennett. I only just finished up anyway." She pushed away from the counter again and over to her friend, reaching out to give the robotic pig a little pat on the head. She was surprised at how much Bennett had taken to the little robot but she wasn't complaining. It was nice to know something she built wasn't bringing accusations of accidentally risking the destruction of humanity.
"It's kind of confusing, isn't it? I kept getting lost at first," and never asking for directions, of course. She'd spent half a work day in one of the storage closets because someone had seen her step in there like she was sure it was her lab and she didn't want to step out and risk them seeing her when she'd screwed up.
"But you're here now! So, that's all the matters right?" She grinned and clapped her hands together.
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"Oh, okay. That's good. That you just finished," She said, smiling a bit, trying to hide that she was still a bit on edge from being late and nearly getting lost.
"And yes, I am here. Now. So...this is what you've been working on. Impressive," Bennett said, walking over to Kim's chair and inspecting it a bit. She, of course, wanted to see it's innards but was too polite to start ripping the thing apart to satisfy her curiosity. Especially after Kim had spent so much time on it. Bennett was, however, sort of wishing her lab at Rossum wasn't absolutely secret, with Boyd being the only other person who was allowed access in there. She wanted to show Kim what she had been working on too! Which was sort of a strange feeling, but an entirely nice one. It was nice to actually have genius friends.