[closed]

[quantumechanic]

Who: Nautica & Brainstorm, and possibly the people who save their dumb science butts
Where: Brainstorm's workshop & later a cave/tunnel/other suspiciously convenient place to get trapped
When: Now?
What: oh no a cave-in better snuggle
Warnings: Brainstorm

Nautica knocked and entered Brainstorm's workshop in a single uninterrupted motion. He'd grumble about her inviting herself in, but he'd also grumble if she made him get up to answer the door. Since he was going to make it a no-win proposition, he'd have to deal with being annoyed in a manner of her choosing.

"Stormy? You around?" she asked, glancing casually about the room before picking up a half-completed something from the nearest lab bench and squinting into its innards to see what kind of worrisome cleverness Brainstorm was getting up to since the last time she'd checked.

Comments

[briefcase]

By most appearances, nobody was home in the workshop right now. It's quiet, absent of the sound of Brainstorm's quiet muttering or humming, or the sound of a metal being shaped into various gun barrels. If Nautica were to turn the gun in her hand she'd find Brainstorm's terrible handwriting spelling out Mirrorgun in fading purple to red lettering.

The door to the back of the workshop opens after a few minutes and Brainstorm slides out, briefcase dangling from his wrist. When he spots Nautica he jerks suddenly in surprise, optics widening.

"You didn't touch the trigger, did you? It's highly unstable right now!"

[quantumechanic]

"What? No!" Nautica hastily returned the gun to its spot on the table, pulling her hands back like she'd just been told it was infested with scraplets. "Unstable how?"

Explosions were much too tame for Brainstorm. She was expecting an answer more along the lines of blowing a hole in spacetime, or maybe inverting her along some axis she didn't want to be inverted along, if the name was anything to go by.

[briefcase]

Brainstorm hastily makes his way across the room and leans in to look her over to make sure that she wasn't behaving oddly, then wraps a hand around her wrist and pulls her away from it.

"I haven't narrowed the blast radius yet and it has a nasty habit of possibly making black holes. It's unpredictable at the moment."

He checks her over again and vents.

"I was sort of on my way out, you know."

[quantumechanic]

Blowing a hole in spacetime: confirmed.

"And you just leave it lying around?" she grumbled. It was a halfhearted protest and she didn't try to pull away, because even Nautica realized on some level that she had entered without permission and started fiddling with his stuff. It wasn't like she minded Brainstorm basically holding her hand, anyway.

"Well, no, I didn't know you were leaving until you told me." Obviously, Brainstorm, gosh. "Where to? Someplace interesting?"

Someplace she could invite herself along to, perchance?