THE FINAL MINGLE

[foundationmods]

Monday comes.

There's no one here. The Silence is....though you don't remember any other monsters, deep down inside of you, you know this is wrong.

Everything is open to you, and no one will complain. You can do whatever you want, now.

....somehow, it feels...awful.

Somehow, you know everything will come to an end...this week.

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lab + bonus

[le_mat]

[Ren grabs the goggles as requested, switching his leather gloves for rubber]

You look like you're having fun.

[later in the inn he notices what Sherlock is working on and pauses, tossing his phone into his lap.

Open on it are Sans' blueprints and a memo with notes:

Boss can't read it, might be a dialect or "font"- compare oddities in characters to fonts papyrus, sans (both kinds), veranda, myriad and courier. Probably pointless to try dingbat lol.]

I haven't had any luck, but someone with more language knowledge might. Good luck.

[he doesn't stick around to chat: he has his own projects to work on]

mods?

[improbablenotimpossible]

Well, I don't often get to do what I had studied in - there, there should be more solutions to clean up any more gunk we might find.

And some of these here - will corrode through metal if we need to get through something - now if I had a sample of spectra crystals, I would love to see how it'd react to acids, bases, and various stressors besides heat...

[And as for later - Well, he'll try his own hand at the Blueprints, comparing his mechanical know-how, the book and the writing on the plans... can he make heads or tails of it?]

[le_mat]

Oh, you mean these?

[and out of his inventory pops one of the SOUL containers, with the loose ore banging around inside.

Yes said exactly in the same time as "Oh, you mean the Chaos Emeralds?"]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Oh! It's almost as if you could predict things...

[He grins, examining the ores more closely]

They're bonny little things.

[le_mat]

Maybe I can.

[Head tap, though it takes him a moment to context translate 'bonny']

They're pretty, like a soap bubble.

And I grabbed the rest of the containers too- in case 8000 tries another SOUL snack we can snap them up nice and safe.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Good - Wuxien's bag might not be enough if worse comes to worse...

[le_mat]

It might be able to contain other stuff too. So good to have just in case.

[He squats down to peer at all the chemicals]

So what's the plan Mr. Wizard?

[improbablenotimpossible]

Well, checking it's Mohs hardness, looking at a silver under a microscope, a spectrograph if there's one, and subjecting it to acid and other chemical tests.

Though that may come after I make some armaments.

[le_mat]

... armaments... Sherlock Holmes are you talking bombs?

[improbablenotimpossible]

Yes. Yes, I am.

It's not something I make normally but I've disarmed some and read up much on the subject.

[le_mat]

Sounds dangerous, I love it.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He pauses, look Ren up and down, brows knitting thinking over before giving a slow nod]

Pull up a chair, I'll show you how to handle these things.

[foundationmods]

[He can! Actually, because he inspected the Core itself, he'll realize just from the schematics that this is the blueprint for the Core.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Oh this might be handy if they have to tinker with the Core for whatever reason - but he makes note of it, it doesn't seem like he's any closer to figuring out the language, but then again if Solomon couldn't, it's unlikely he would]

Interesting...