my brain's repeating, "if you've got an impulse, let it out"
[ooc: Feel free to catch Dan either in the Rift Room or the hallway!]
Somewhere in the Conrad's basement, Daniel Faraday is flitting about like a hummingbird on speed. This is an overused simile, yes, but it's not very far from the truth - he's caffeinated and inspired and when he enters Mad Scientist Mode like this, he eventually morphs in to an unstoppable force of nature. The only thing currently distracting him from jumping up another level on his own personal Fujita scale is the fact that his left hand is currently completely numb, and he has no idea why.
It's really annoying.
If anyone needs him, he's currently in the Rift Room, pacing back and forth while shaking his arm in an effort to wake his hand back up.
Elsewhere in the basement - in the Common Room, specifically - Chuck Noblet is sitting on one of the couches, looking through a copy of the Tribune. He's currently focused on the Classified section and has a pen dangling from his mouth. Yes, he is looking for a job. At some point last week, he decided that sitting in the kitchen all day just wasn't cutting it. (This happened on the day he got his hands on a scale and realized how much weight he'd gained over the past month. He is absolutely horrified.)
He also has his fire extinguisher nearby, just in case.
You heard right: his fire extinguisher.
Then we have the Baron, who is presently lurking about outside the Main Gauche, just because he feels like it. He has a laptop bag with him.
It's not his.
He actually doesn't know how to use it, but he doesn't have it for using purposes. He has it for selling-and-making-money purposes. Nobody knows or needs to know that, though.
Somewhere in the Conrad's basement, Daniel Faraday is flitting about like a hummingbird on speed. This is an overused simile, yes, but it's not very far from the truth - he's caffeinated and inspired and when he enters Mad Scientist Mode like this, he eventually morphs in to an unstoppable force of nature. The only thing currently distracting him from jumping up another level on his own personal Fujita scale is the fact that his left hand is currently completely numb, and he has no idea why.
It's really annoying.
If anyone needs him, he's currently in the Rift Room, pacing back and forth while shaking his arm in an effort to wake his hand back up.
Elsewhere in the basement - in the Common Room, specifically - Chuck Noblet is sitting on one of the couches, looking through a copy of the Tribune. He's currently focused on the Classified section and has a pen dangling from his mouth. Yes, he is looking for a job. At some point last week, he decided that sitting in the kitchen all day just wasn't cutting it. (This happened on the day he got his hands on a scale and realized how much weight he'd gained over the past month. He is absolutely horrified.)
He also has his fire extinguisher nearby, just in case.
You heard right: his fire extinguisher.
Then we have the Baron, who is presently lurking about outside the Main Gauche, just because he feels like it. He has a laptop bag with him.
It's not his.
He actually doesn't know how to use it, but he doesn't have it for using purposes. He has it for selling-and-making-money purposes. Nobody knows or needs to know that, though.