[Log || 004] Empieza and Aeolipile

[mostattitude]

Who: Hazardous Materials
Where: Isla Empieza first, then sailing to Aeolipile Isle!
When: 4/1 - 4/28
What: Picking up new crew members and recovering from the Navy battle! Plus shenanigans.
Warnings: DRAGON!!! But no, nothing really. Probably.
Style: Any!
Status: Open if you're on Isla Empieza and want to hang out!


This is our April log of awesomeness! Date your threads accordingly and probably include a location. This is the plan for now:

4/1-4/10: Hanging around IE, grabbing Cynthia, STUFF.
4/11-4/15: Sailing to Aeolipile!
4/16-4/28: Aeolipile craziness.

HAVE AT!

Comments

[the_dancing_dork]

True, but it'll last at least an hour, that should be long enough to get yourself out into the daylight.

[Otherwise he had Plan B

And then that question had him sigh. Looked like it was apology/explanation time.]

Umm... fine, better now. Look Donnie, about how I acted on the first... I have no idea why I snapped like that. But I shouldn't have, not to you or any of the guys. So... I'm sorry bro, for all of that.

[waywithmachines]

I'll be fine. I've got a lot of work to do. I'm trying to make life better for all of us you know, and that isn't exactly conducive to keeping daylight hours.

[or you know, sleeping much. Or eating. He's a turtle on a mission. He blinks though at the apology and warms a little to it. It's no fun being snapped at but...yeah he can kind of guess why]

Well it is kind of an entirely new situation so I guess I can kind of understand why. After all your the stalwart leader type, right? [he's teasing, but only a little] Are you sure Gan being captain is such a good idea though?

[the_dancing_dork]

[Alright, looked like Plan B: Drag Donnie out was going to have to go into effect. But before he could execute it, he decided to answer the question first while being relieved that he was forgiven.]

I don't see why it wouldn't be. Gan Ning knows a lot more about this pirate stuff than any of us do, and he seems trustworthy enough. It's best that someone who knows what they're doing is in charge, at the very least I'm relieved that Raph stepped down because... well we both know what he could have led us into.

[waywithmachines]

I'm with you there. [he's seen Raph's leadership. Entirely too stressed out for his taste] But I'm still going to follow you no matter what that guy says.

[and then quickly] By the way, what do you think of this?

[totally not trying to avoid a potential sappy moment by showing you a palm sized prototype of a sub made of quietly molding cheese]

[the_dancing_dork]

[That answer got Leo to smile, but before he could thank his brother for the loyalty the moldy cheese model was brought out. He looks it over.]

Well... other than the smell, it looks pretty good. Is this what you've been working on while cooped up in here?

[waywithmachines]

Well sort of, yeah. I have to build up to it, you know. There's a lot of things this place needs that it just doesn't have. Like blowtorches for instance... And military scrapyards. [sigh. His kingdom for a nice military scrapyard]

But hopefully if all goes well and I work around the clock, eating on the go, I should be able to make the foundations of the sub by May!

[exciting, huh? He knows. He knows]

[the_dancing_dork]

[As cool as the sub idea sounded, although if there was a periscope made of a toilet seat again Leo would file a complaint, he did not like the rest of that plan. At all.]

Or you can get out of here for a while, remember to do things like eat regularly, and get the sub dune when it gets done. Yeah, you know I like that plan. I think you should go with that one.

[waywithmachines]

Nah, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine, Leo...

[somewhat manic grin as his eye twitches a bit. You may hear Twilight Zone music in your head as his face might resemble it somewhat]

[the_dancing_dork]

...okay now he was for sure that Donnie needed to get out of the lab. Like now]

Yeah, right... too bad I'm not making it an option. [Just grabs his younger brother by the wrist and starts to pull him tot he door] Wither you can let me drag you out of here without a fight, or I can resort to drastic measures. Measures which involve giving Raph permission to force you out. Which one sounds better?

[waywithmachines]

[Raph? Now he knows your serious. All his precious precious experiments broken. The only thing worse would be Mikey]

Alright alright alright. [he goes toward the door on his own, thank you very much and opens it. Ahh sun! Very bright!]

You're sure I can't just leave when it's dark out?

[the_dancing_dork]

[He doesn't answer, he just crosses his arms and gives Donnie 'the look'.]

[waywithmachines]

[sighs and goes out into the light, squinting a bit. Man, it's bright out here. Someone turn down the sun!

...

Even if that was scientifically impossible and, really, even a slight decrease in the sun's core temperature could radically change life on earth as they know it leading to mass extinction and a pretty hard time afterwards if they even survived the slow time to their own inevitable extinction as the sun slowly expanded to a red giant and then to a white dwarf.

But anyway]

Okay. I'm out. Now what?

[the_dancing_dork]

I don't know. Go walk around or go talk to the others or go take a nap since I'm willing to bet that you neglected sleeping along with eating, which you also need to do. But I don't want you to even look at the lab for at least the next 24 hours. Is that clear?

[Continues with 'the look' to make his point.]

[waywithmachines]

[twenty-four hours?!]

Oh come on! I've got stuff I'm doing in there! Make it five!

[the_dancing_dork]

Nope. Twenty-four. And that's an order. Now get moving.

[He points to the opposite direction.]

Oh, and if you don't comply, I'll get Raph or Cynthia to make sure that you keep out. So your choice.

[waywithmachines]

[Leo, you are such a hardshell. But fine. Fine have it your way. When the greatest scientific achievements this particular world has ever known gets knocked back a day or two, it'll be on your head]

I'm gonna go get something to eat then.

[reluctantly]

[the_dancing_dork]

[Gives a relieved/smug smile.]

Good. [Small pat on the shoulder.]

Now go run along now. And remember, no getting near the lab.

[waywithmachines]

Yeah yeah.

[so he says! But great genius won't be stopped! He's going to sit in the galley and PLAN on a NAPKIN. So in your face!

Though someone may find him later passed out near half a slice of pizza. Well. Even geniuses need their beauty sleep]