trans_9 | So come up to the lab...[Open]

It had taken Stephen a while to figure out where he wanted to put his lab. First, he'd taken himself on a sort of sightseeing tour of the City, mostly to scope out places that were there. Some he'd never seen before, like a good amount of the Temple complex, and some he'd only seen in pictures. The Vatican had looked pretty cool from a distance.

The location he'd found that amazed him the most--he'd have called it a brain-breaking experience, had anyone asked--was finding a replica of the Doissetep Chantry. It had taken him a good fifteen minutes or so to pull himself away from simply staring at it. The thought of exploring it hadn't crossed his mind. Which probably was a good thing. The original place was dangerous enough, after all.

He'd found the media center, too, which was a good thing. Stephen would probably need the reference. As much as he could get out of it, anyway. He wasn't really expecting the media library to have the cutting-edge issues of Paradigma, after all.

To his surprise, finding a suitable building--it looked a bit like a burnt-out car dealer garage--hadn't been as difficult as he first thought it would be. It wouldn't be perfect any time soon, but cleaning it up and getting it prepared for all the build work he'd be doing was easy.

An hour's work would find him banging away on a piece of sheet metal in the bowels of the future lab, making a good deal of noise…

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For her part, Nehaalista had taken to wandering the city. It was bigger (much, much bigger) than Stormwind was, and even rivaled Shattrath in its far-past heyday. She'd been lucky enough to find her still-unnamed kitten wandering in the depths of the pod caverns, mewing frantically from between two pods. It was now white again, instead of... well, whatever color had been in the pod, and hiding from the rest of the world in her mass of curls.

The clanging coming from around the corner interested her. If there was a forge, then maybe that was where all of her precious ore had gone. She needed her ore, there were still things to prospect, gems to cut, jewelry to be made from it. She turned into the building, full of righteous fire and stopped. Nor forge, no gems, no ore.

Just some guy banging to high hell on his ~~drum all day~~ sheet metal. She sighed and looked around for something to get his attention with.

Fate must have been on the Vindicator's side. At about the time she paused in one of the large bay doors, Stephen decided to sit back on his haunches and take a breather. The banging stopped, and he looked in her direction.

"Oh, hello." And of course, the next thing he thought of came straight out of his mouth with no filter. "You're very tall, aren't you?"

He at least leavened what might be construed as an insult with a friendly smile.

She blinked. Well, it wasn't out of the ordinary for humans to be so... tactless, but at least it was true. She towered over him like she towered over many of the people on board.

At least they'd never lose her in a crowd. Unless that crowd was full of draenei. Nehaalista smiled and tilted her head, disrupting the kitten from its sleep. It peeked from her curls and rammed its head against her cheek as she started signing rapidly, once again forgetting about her omnicomm.

The kitten made him smile again. The signing made his eyes widen, but it didn't appear to be all that different from the sign language he'd learned as a matter of interest. He hadn't always used it, but clearly, now he'd be getting a brush-up course.

Brushing his hands off on his plantsuit, Stephen rose. [Wait, I can understand this, but can you slow down a little? It's been a while since I signed last.]

Though he was pretty sure the lady wasn't deaf, it wouldn't hurt if he took the opportunity. [I'm Stephen Valkonan. How can I help you?]

Nehaalista slowed down her signing, just so. [I can hear you just fine,] she replied. [I was asking if what you were doing. And if you've seen a large stack of ore.] Might as well cut straight to the point, after all. She stopped signing to scratch the kitten's chin.

[I'm Vindicator Nehaalista the Kindly of Shattrath,] she added.

Ore? Well. [Um, no, I'm afraid I haven't seen any ore, but if I do, I take it I should reserve it for you?] Stephen nodded, in a somewhat absentminded fashion, and smiled again. It was the kitten, really!

[As for what I'm doing, I'm refurbishing this place to make it into my laboratory. It's going to take a bit of work.] He looked around the husk of a building, and sighed. Because he wasn't kidding.

He wasn't kidding, either. Why he'd chosen such a fixer-upper, Nehaalista would never know. To each their own. Her expression fell a little at the mention of no ore. Where had it all gone?

SHE HAD MINED SO MUCH OF IT. Well, there would be other opportunities to mine, someday. There had to be. Her professional reputation as a jeweler would be tarnished if she didn't make anything again. [No, not reserve. I've just been looking for it since I awoke.] Nehaalista shrugged one shoulder. [You, on the other hand, look like you have your work cut out for you.]

[It wasn't in your possessions locker?] He looked somewhat disturbed at that, Stephen did. It made him wonder what stuff of his had gotten...lost in translation, if that were true.

No real help for it now, though. He heaved a sigh. [Oh, I do, I do. That doesn't mean you have to leave, unless you're going to continue the ore hunt. I'll remember to do important things like eat if I have a reminder. Even if I'd rather not eat the slop here.] Stephen chuckled at that, but it was a dry and humorless thing.

[I think I might just kill for a burger,] he admitted.

Nehaalista shook her head. Actually, some of the stuff in her area had looked a little rifled through. But, whether that had been this crew or the previous one was beyond her reckoning. It would be poor form to start thinking of everyone else as thieves.

[It isn't so bad,] Nehaalista pointed out, thinking of ~~shudder~~ Kaldorei Spider Kabobs. Give her feltail any day over that. Even if it did taste similar to the slop. [I've had worse. I'll be sure to come back and remind you, though.]

[Remind me that you've had worse? Great.] Stephen smirked a little at that. Then again, he'd had worse than slop, too. Then again...he didn't want to think about that.

[Eh, you're welcome down here any time. Even if it's just to bemoan the fact that you still haven't found your belongings. I can at least sympathize.]

So come up to the lab...[Open]

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