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Sep. 13th, 2005 06:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
h_hollisterShe had the bazookoid cartridge open on her desk, her florescent lamp tilted down so she could see it all clearly, staring at the innards of wires and circuit boards.
It was the last cartridge of its kind left anywhere in this universe.
And it was empty.
She was trying to see if there was any way, any way at all, to recharge it.
Unfortunately, since she hadn't attended MIT and did not have degrees in particle emissions and physics and chemistry AND computer science... It was rather like watching a infant try to read War & Peace in its original Russian. Only with less drooling.
She thought she recognized a few componants, though. Like, this little chip, here, probably controlled the...
She prodded an experimental finger toward the chip in question, and was immediately horrified to hear a terrible little *snap.*
Smeg!
Closing her eyes, she withdrew her finger slowly, then glanced down. Yup. Snapped the chip right off.
She moaned and bowed her head, pushing the lamp up and away. Well. That was that. Nicely done, Hipster. No more big shooty gun for you. You fail. Wouldn't life be so much simpler if you'd A) stayed in your own time and B) been able to stay on the Dwarf? The Dwarf has an unlimited supply, since you'd be the only one drawing from it...
...
Oh. Holy. Shit.
DUH!
Trying not to get too excited, she fired up her PINpoint and rifled through the directions. She needed to find out how she could get the coordinates for an unknown location. Since she'd left the Dwarf two years ago, it had surely drifted from where they left it.
Oh. Oh, right. Radiation. Lots and lots of it. That she put there. If she PINpointed herself onto the Dwarf, she'd be toast. Very, very BURNT toast. With no butter or jam in evidence.
Damnation.
So. Okay. Two obstacles. Gotta figure out the coordinates. Gotta get a high rad suit and gieger counter.
The former, she could probably do on her own. Shay Caron had designed the PINpoints to be extremely user friendly. The latter...
Where could she dig up a high radiation suit? Hrm...
Oh. Duh.
Norman Osborn would probably have a few. Heh.
She poked her head out of her room, looking for Nadezhda.
It was the last cartridge of its kind left anywhere in this universe.
And it was empty.
She was trying to see if there was any way, any way at all, to recharge it.
Unfortunately, since she hadn't attended MIT and did not have degrees in particle emissions and physics and chemistry AND computer science... It was rather like watching a infant try to read War & Peace in its original Russian. Only with less drooling.
She thought she recognized a few componants, though. Like, this little chip, here, probably controlled the...
She prodded an experimental finger toward the chip in question, and was immediately horrified to hear a terrible little *snap.*
Smeg!
Closing her eyes, she withdrew her finger slowly, then glanced down. Yup. Snapped the chip right off.
She moaned and bowed her head, pushing the lamp up and away. Well. That was that. Nicely done, Hipster. No more big shooty gun for you. You fail. Wouldn't life be so much simpler if you'd A) stayed in your own time and B) been able to stay on the Dwarf? The Dwarf has an unlimited supply, since you'd be the only one drawing from it...
...
Oh. Holy. Shit.
DUH!
Trying not to get too excited, she fired up her PINpoint and rifled through the directions. She needed to find out how she could get the coordinates for an unknown location. Since she'd left the Dwarf two years ago, it had surely drifted from where they left it.
Oh. Oh, right. Radiation. Lots and lots of it. That she put there. If she PINpointed herself onto the Dwarf, she'd be toast. Very, very BURNT toast. With no butter or jam in evidence.
Damnation.
So. Okay. Two obstacles. Gotta figure out the coordinates. Gotta get a high rad suit and gieger counter.
The former, she could probably do on her own. Shay Caron had designed the PINpoints to be extremely user friendly. The latter...
Where could she dig up a high radiation suit? Hrm...
Oh. Duh.
Norman Osborn would probably have a few. Heh.
She poked her head out of her room, looking for Nadezhda.
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Date: 2005-09-13 06:18 pm (UTC)It's helping her too, actually: she is not able to be of much use these days, and any chance she has to stretch her abilities is welcome. She is using her thumbs and the heels of her palms, just on the right side of the line between pain and pressure.
"You two are...okay?" she asks, and the four words hold a damn soliloquy in them.
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Date: 2005-09-15 01:22 pm (UTC)