my heart goes boom boom boom

[findaconstant]

It's an explosive evening in Chicago.

...no, really.

Daniel Faraday's had a little accident with his lab, you see. He didn't quite blow it up completely, but the flash of light that he unintentionally produced was pretty epic.

That was a little earlier. Now, he's outside the Conrad, looking a little shaken but otherwise okay. His brain hasn't cooked

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[kineticmachine]

Arlin has also ventured out for the first time in months -- well, ventured out for something other than 'going to work', 'going home' or 'getting food' -- and the flashes in Grant Park have also attracted his attention. At first, he wasn't sure if it was a fight or something he should stay away from, but now that he's seen that it's just some idiot blowing things up with no rhyme nor reason, he's resolved that it's none of his business.

He's also noticed Barrett's staring. "Let the idiot blow himself up," he says, nodding to the man's cell. "Consider it: in this city, if the police got a call regarding explosions, how fast, exactly, would they respond? The job will be done by the time they get here."

[grin_and]

Glen peers over at his company, then shrugs. Dude has a point. "Yeah, but-" He wrinkles his nose. "Call me old fashioned or something, but I find people blowing things up for no reason highly unsettling. Really, who blows up grass?"

[kineticmachine]

Here is Arlin's incredulous stare, Glen. ...it doesn't really look that much different from his normal stares. But take the narration's word for it, it is incredulous. Because has this man existed in Chicago? Who doesn't blow up grass?

Well, Arlin would count himself among Those That Do Not Blow Up Grass (Or Other Things For That Matter), but that's hardly the point. He tends to not count himself among the citizens of Chicago, anyway. He's sane, after all. Also, above them.

"In this city, I don't particularly find it surprising that someone would," he says after a moment.

[grin_and]

When you live in a basement, you kind of tend to not notice things like this. The blowing up of grass is a totally new experience, for him, and he is deeply unsettled. He looks to Arlin with a bit of a twisted-up expression. "Yeah?"

He supposes Arlin may have a point, from what he's seen and heard in his time here, but... still. What.

[kineticmachine]

"Yes," Arlin says, and stands there watching the explosions for a long moment. It seems like, for awhile, that he's not going to say anything more. Indeed, he wasn't going to -- not a huge conversationalist, our Arlin -- but he finally glances back over at Glen.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed the way things explode here. Or have you been living under a rock?" The man can't spend all his time in the Org's HQ, can he? ...then again, spending time in the HQ might give one a better idea of how things explode. One would think, anyway.