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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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"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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