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[h_hollister]

She 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.

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[crackofthunder.livejournal.com]

"That was dumb and gross, yes," he concurs, but with a small smirk. "But congratulations on being hard to kill. That's a good thing."

A blink.

"Any idea HOW you can do that?"

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

"Yep," she says, moving to the sink to run the knife, and her thumb, under some hot water. That was indeed totally unsanitary. Ew.

"I have tiny robots living, well, I say living but they're not really alive, anyway, nanobots in my bloodstream. They brought me back to life after I died, and then just sorta stuck around."

Okay. Let's see how he handles THAT little double whammy of weird.

[crackofthunder.livejournal.com]

Thunder's eyes widen. He's known some very tiny robots in his day.

"That's completely disturbing. Are they sentient?"

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

"That... I don't know. I don't think so. If they are intelligent, they've given me no sign. Nothing like, 'oh, hello up there, we have some union demands that need to be met.'"

She's surprised he hasn't reacted to the fact that she was dead...

[crackofthunder.livejournal.com]

Dead is a relative term for mechanoids that can explode but download their consciousnesses into storage for a new body. Not so strange, really.

"How exactly do nanobots reconstruct organic material? Are you a reploid?"

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

"No clue. They were designed to fix mechanoids, but they rebuilt my entire ship, and its crew. I was a little pile of ash for three million years, and yet here I be. And what the smeg is a reploid, anyway?"

[crackofthunder.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. It just sounds like some kind of artificial life form replicated from a sentient source."

He shrugs. "And I was a giant hunk of decaying metal crammed into a volcano for four million years, so I've got you beat."

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

"Heh. I bet you were a sexy hunk of metal shoved in a volcano, though."

She wraps her arms back around his waist again. "Look at us. We're all super-powery. We should totally get secret identities and fight crime."

[crackofthunder.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm still not exactly eager to draw much outside attention to myself. The strange costumes tend to do that."

He succumbs to the urge to kiss her, deeply. One of those random things.

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

"Mmph!" She kisses him back just as thoroughly, smiling.

[crackofthunder.livejournal.com]

Now he's inspired. He has trouble denying himself his feelings now, as evidenced by being uncomfortable around Nadezhda. So dammit, he's going to let some of them out on the girl who LIKES them.

He hoists her up off the floor and carries her back to her room, holding her tightly and not moving his lips from hers.

[h-hollister.livejournal.com]

"Mmmph!" she grunts again, wrapping her arms around his neck as he picks her up.

Whee. She makes damn sure to close the door behind them with a push of her hand, her mouth still on his.

She'll give him that promised massage later.