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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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"And he's still technically in beta, although field testing's going better than I expected. He didn't get shot, which was nice."
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Wyn shrugs. "If all else fails, he's the engineering department's mascot. I've got no intention of scrapping him, although I might try to make him a partner eventually."
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A moment later and the system is up and ready. "Are you sure you're ready to try this?"
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"Absolutely." Wyn says enthusiastically. "VV, you're filming this, right?" The little robot floats farther away from the experiment, reorienting himself as he hovers farther away from the ground (and the experiment).
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"One of my shield generators," he explains. "I'll activate it remotely if something goes wrong, so you won't be hurt while I contain the blast. Just to be safe."
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"Right, thanks." she says absently, flipping the shield generator over in her hands in fascination. (She has a rather worrying case of Attention Deficit-- Ooh Shiny...)
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...of course things would work out so much better if he his assistant didn't get distracted quite so easily. "Just attach it to your suit," he says, suppressing an exasperated sigh. "Then when you're ready, I need you to place the ecto - in the containment unit to your left - into the device, seal it, and then activate it. And hopefully that won't result in an overload."
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"The big red button is 'activate', right?" ... it never hurts to check when there's a possibility that things might explode in front of you.
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The device hums slightly when activated and... nothing happens. At least, nothing that can be seen unless you have specialised sensors in your eyes that are monitoring it. But Brainy can see the energy start to build slowly, and for a moment he thinks that maybe it was simply a problem to do with his own inorganic nature, but then...
A light flashes bright red in warning and Brainy snaps out a warning, "Get down!" as he activates the forcefield around Wyn and slams another around the device just in time to catch the explosion.
And then he's on his back on the floor again, but at least this time he's still inside the lab.
"Wyn? Are you alright?"
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"I should be asking you, you're the one who got thrown across the room again." she says, sitting up slowly. VV (who had enough sense to get as far away from the explosion as he could) hovers protectively over B5, managing to look very concerned for a small floating disk.
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"I'm fine, my systems can repair this kind of minor damage easily," he says with a wry smile. "It takes a lot to put me out of commission, to be honest." He pushes himself up and there's a few burn marks that are rapidly being repaired even as he walks over and offers a hand to Wyn.
"I guess it's back to the drawing board though."
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"Well, that was fun." she continues brightly as she unpins the shield generator and hands it back. "Sorry it didn't work out, though."
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"And don't worry about it," he continues, accepting the forcefield generator back. "I have a few more ideas I'd like to try anyway."
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"Well, unless you need any more help, I'll be on my way then." she continues, recovering her smile (even if it is a little smaller than it was before).
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