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Technical Difficulties [Open]
Kyle's not too pleased with himself. Back home, he made a habit of carrying around writing materials, because inspiration struck at random moments - it never waited until he was at his desk - and he had to record them quickly. Here, though, there was no paper or pencil in his bag, and he didn't know where to find any. Which led to him combing the halls, looking for a room where he might find writing utensils.
After twenty minutes of fruitless wandering, it had finally struck him that there was someone who happened to know where everything was, and would answer his questions. So he just asked Stacy - only to find out that he'd been carrying both with him all the time.
Somehow, he'd missed the memo about being able to write on one's omnicom. So, rather disgruntled with himself, he's retreated to the Obs Deck, and found himself a nice chair. It's not hard to avoid thinking about the fact that he's sitting on a chair made of bouncy, <i>fatty</i> tissue, when he's sketching neat guns with the stylus. At least the stylus behaves like an ordinary pencil, and doesn't require any of his (nonexistent) knowledge of computer programming and usage.
He's designing a gun that has an abnormally-long barrel, and sketches of what look like little magnets next to it - essentially, a sniper rifle based on the principles of a rail gun. Other half-fleshed-out sketches had been put aside; a few vaguely grenade-like spheres, a couple more guns, a rod of some sort...
[Open. Anyone who likes guns/engineering is welcome to talk shop with him, as is anyone who wants to meet a paranoid inventor. Sounds like the perfect setup for a good time, right? XD]
After twenty minutes of fruitless wandering, it had finally struck him that there was someone who happened to know where everything was, and would answer his questions. So he just asked Stacy - only to find out that he'd been carrying both with him all the time.
Somehow, he'd missed the memo about being able to write on one's omnicom. So, rather disgruntled with himself, he's retreated to the Obs Deck, and found himself a nice chair. It's not hard to avoid thinking about the fact that he's sitting on a chair made of bouncy, <i>fatty</i> tissue, when he's sketching neat guns with the stylus. At least the stylus behaves like an ordinary pencil, and doesn't require any of his (nonexistent) knowledge of computer programming and usage.
He's designing a gun that has an abnormally-long barrel, and sketches of what look like little magnets next to it - essentially, a sniper rifle based on the principles of a rail gun. Other half-fleshed-out sketches had been put aside; a few vaguely grenade-like spheres, a couple more guns, a rod of some sort...
[Open. Anyone who likes guns/engineering is welcome to talk shop with him, as is anyone who wants to meet a paranoid inventor. Sounds like the perfect setup for a good time, right? XD]