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Better Living Through Reckless Experimentation [Open]
Brainiac 5 hasn't been outside of his area of the labs much of late, preferring to keep working if at all possible and finding it easier than most others since he doesn't need to break for food or rest nearly as often as organic crew members do. Not to mention that the last few times he'd ventured outside, he'd gotten caught up in an altercation and, earlier, run into a particularly irritating girl who'd compared him to a vegetable of all things.
Therefore he's determined to stay in here where the company is infinitely better and continue working on his experiments in power sources. He's not, despite what others might think, sulking. He's simply working on something that requires a lot of concentration and--
His sensors beep faintly. Apparently his work requires slightly more attention than he's been giving it, because it's about to overload.
"Oh," he says. He has just enough time to throw up a forcefield around the device, his work station, and, by proxy, himself, so that nothing else in the area is going to get damaged. And then it explodes.
He thinks that the forcefield contained the worst of it before it gave out, but he's not entirely sure because he's busy describing a near perfect arc through the area before colliding heavily with the door. Which promptly opens and dumps him out in the hallway.
"Ow," he mutters. This really isn't turning out to be his day. Or week.
Therefore he's determined to stay in here where the company is infinitely better and continue working on his experiments in power sources. He's not, despite what others might think, sulking. He's simply working on something that requires a lot of concentration and--
His sensors beep faintly. Apparently his work requires slightly more attention than he's been giving it, because it's about to overload.
"Oh," he says. He has just enough time to throw up a forcefield around the device, his work station, and, by proxy, himself, so that nothing else in the area is going to get damaged. And then it explodes.
He thinks that the forcefield contained the worst of it before it gave out, but he's not entirely sure because he's busy describing a near perfect arc through the area before colliding heavily with the door. Which promptly opens and dumps him out in the hallway.
"Ow," he mutters. This really isn't turning out to be his day. Or week.
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He smiled up at Jeka. "Maybe some of my own laboratory equipment would be more useful, and I also could to test how much I could get the ship to create for me."
He glanced back at the mark on the wall as his systems finished repairing the last of the damage. "...not to mention there may be better safety devices in place," he added.
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She smiled back. "Better equipment and better safety certainly sound like grand benefits in the overall scheme of things. Shall we? If the power source is particularly heavy, I can help you carry it."
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Brainy frowned at his project, debating Jeka's offer. "It's not heavy, but maybe some other time. I think I'll try a few more things here first," he decided eventually. "But thanks for the offer."
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Jeka's omnicom beeped, and she pulled it out of one of the pouches on her belt.
"--I'll have to meet up with you again later; I'm needed on a patrol."
She slipped her omnicom back into its pouch. "You'll have to tell me how this works out, Brainy."
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And then he turned back to repairing the equipment again, figuring he'd get in one last try before giving up until later.
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