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capeandcowllogs2012-07-17 09:59 pm
ex_engineers208) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-07-17 09:59 pm
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waiting for a roar
WHO: madison "what do" jeffries and james "sciencepunch" bradley
WHERE: institute basement lab
WHEN: the very early hours of 7/18
WARNINGS: awkward brotalk
SUMMARY: honestly, who let these two dudes actually chat
FORMAT: eh
[ a week has passed since the x-club had put its collective foot firmly down on the issue of remaking the shattered, post-battle subway. they’re working on it, slowly but surely. maybe a little too slowly for their usual mode of effort, but it's something. rome wasn't built in a fortnight, or however the saying goes. he's bad with idioms. how many weeks is a fortnight?
anyway, it's the time of night (early morning, to be more accurate) where time seems to slow down to a worn-down crawl and actual efficiency is negligible. or at least it is for madison, slumped on a hand and spinning a pen idly through the air. glancing at the small-scale model beside him on the wide workbench, he frowns and makes a little disapproving grunt, turning around to the rest of the lab.
it's then that he's honestly startled to see that he's only sharing the space with dr. nemesis and nobody else. so, he reasons, either he didn’t notice anyone leaving or can't remember it at all; knowing himself, it’s probably a fair mix of both.
clearing his throat, he calls out to his lone colleague: ]
Y'reckon a subway car's gotta have windows?
WHERE: institute basement lab
WHEN: the very early hours of 7/18
WARNINGS: awkward brotalk
SUMMARY: honestly, who let these two dudes actually chat
FORMAT: eh
[ a week has passed since the x-club had put its collective foot firmly down on the issue of remaking the shattered, post-battle subway. they’re working on it, slowly but surely. maybe a little too slowly for their usual mode of effort, but it's something. rome wasn't built in a fortnight, or however the saying goes. he's bad with idioms. how many weeks is a fortnight?
anyway, it's the time of night (early morning, to be more accurate) where time seems to slow down to a worn-down crawl and actual efficiency is negligible. or at least it is for madison, slumped on a hand and spinning a pen idly through the air. glancing at the small-scale model beside him on the wide workbench, he frowns and makes a little disapproving grunt, turning around to the rest of the lab.
it's then that he's honestly startled to see that he's only sharing the space with dr. nemesis and nobody else. so, he reasons, either he didn’t notice anyone leaving or can't remember it at all; knowing himself, it’s probably a fair mix of both.
clearing his throat, he calls out to his lone colleague: ]
Y'reckon a subway car's gotta have windows?
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[nemesis is busy drawing out schematics for a section of the new subway with wide, certain strokes; his fedora lays on the table beside him, his tie loosened at some point during the night. he glances over from his work at madison.]
Or perhaps windows make it feel somewhat less like a steel box hurtling down a narrow concrete corridor at two hundred miles per hour. You never know with people.
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[ slowly dragging himself away from the material-laden area, he meanders to nemesis' side, eyeing those schematics. ]
Just that, even if we make a perfect, hundred-percent shock resistant car... Windows're gonna be a downright anomaly in the design. Y'gonna nearly bet they're gonna shatter in a collision―'cuz history―so we could do without.
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Couldn't we?
[a beat.]
We'll suggest it to whatever paperwork jockey in the public transportation sector will hear it. God knows there's enough mindless violence going on around here to make it look reasonable enough.
[he stands, heads off in the direction of the coffee machine.]
And with any luck, the next time an overweight Nazi megalomaniac decides to bomb the subways, we'll come out of it smelling rosier than we do now.
no subject
[ a pause. he quirks his mouth to the side. ]
Crazier'n us for pushin' on them about it, yeah?
[ and he dutifully follows, because any excuse to nearly drip feed coffee into his system is a good one. ]
Naw, but I was thinkin' that... maybe it'd pay for you to get outta the lab more? [ handling this topic with tact is harder than he thought. god. ] Just. This ain't Utopia. Y'ain't gonna meet that many people by sittin' there and just doin' your job, eh?
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And since when has my social life been any particular interest of yours, Jeffries?
[IT'S NOT LIKE... PISSED OR ANYTHING just all what r u doing.]
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pulling slightly away from the coffee machine just in case!! ]
Uuh. I didn't mean it like―w-well. I've just seen work-crazy and science-crazy, eh?
[ awkward smile that comes off more like scared monkey baring teeth smile... ]
You've just been sorta, uh. I was worried that y'were lookin' it.