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[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!"