Stark Industries, Wednesday, 5/08

[ultron_junior]

There were mandarin orange segments dropping in a slow but steady stream from one of the light fixtures today. Victor tried zapping them away in a spirit of experimentation. He fried the light, but the oranges kept coming. After that, he limited his experiments to trying to design word recognition software that Broca II could run. He didn't intend to mess with Topher's dog too much, but having a robot dog who read aloud struck him as both cool and useful.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

[not_a_whiner]

The sling had come off an hour or two ago. The arm felt strange, like it wasn't completely Kaidan's own-- he kept wriggling his fingers to make sure they were still there.

He tapped his fingers against the cup of coffee the barista had just pushed at him, feeling the heat soaking into his palm. Paid for the drink and walked back to his seat where a pad full of forms was waiting for him: one of many reasons why getting injured was always a bad idea. "Shepard was right," he muttered to himself as he got to work filling them in. "I really need to make a template..."

[[ open! ]]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

Once the gremlin bite had worn off yesterday, Derek had known he would have to face people after all the... hugging that had occurred. Oh god, there was so much of it.

But, who wanted to do that? Not Derek.

Which would be why he was attempting to look busy taking inventory behind the bar. Yeah. That was totally going to work.