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[his brow furrows in deep thought, glasses perched on his nose until he tears them off, rubbing at his eyes. a few disgruntled words pass his lips, but he's mumbling far too softly for anyone to catch what he's saying. probably for the best.
currently, he's examining the helmet Ganymede left behind in the comfort of his suite, tools and other electronic paraphernalia and gadgets he's cobbled together--or cannibalised depending on your standpoint--strewn all around him and the entire living area, though he left a pathway to the hall so he can make tea if he feels so inclined. but even days after his return from the fake Chicago, he's only roused himself out of his thoughts and tests once for tea and even that cup was long forgotten once he started his experiments anew.]
from the look on his face after his latest invention gives off a doleful little beeping noise, he's been at this for too long and needs a break.]
Nothing! Of course there's still nothing; a helmet can be just a helmet, stupid Doctor! Except when it's aj--no, that's for a different saying. Unless it's been capped off? Suppose that works...
[frowns and slumps back in his chair, holding the helmet. casually, he turns it end over end in his hands, lost in thought again and unaware of the Sphere's current "on" status--and if he were, he wouldn't mind the good Captain hearing him.]
It's not a key to the lift--little hard when there's no buttons on the panel. Or rather a panel secured to the interior in some manner, at least. [thinks about the one Motoko apparently ripped away.] Why leave this behind? Why bother to wear it this entire time only to take it off now? There can't have been a retinal scan device in there; there wasn't anything but regular walls and a panel-shaped hole with wires that did nothing no matter what I tried.
[he wonders, not for the first time, if this is what Ahab felt like trying to find his White Whale: continually frustrated beyond belief. but he's read that book--even has a personalised signed first edition!--and knows that if he becomes too obsessed, he'll lose sight of everything and everybody. and then something occurs to him, and he tilts his head as he eyes his reflection in the helmet's visor.]
Hmmm, it wouldn't be the first time something like this has started with nothing and later became something... It's only a matter of time as always, isn't it?
[softly, sadly] And Lara's gone home now. I didn't... [but he trails off, not finishing his sentence.]
currently, he's examining the helmet Ganymede left behind in the comfort of his suite, tools and other electronic paraphernalia and gadgets he's cobbled together--or cannibalised depending on your standpoint--strewn all around him and the entire living area, though he left a pathway to the hall so he can make tea if he feels so inclined. but even days after his return from the fake Chicago, he's only roused himself out of his thoughts and tests once for tea and even that cup was long forgotten once he started his experiments anew.]
from the look on his face after his latest invention gives off a doleful little beeping noise, he's been at this for too long and needs a break.]
Nothing! Of course there's still nothing; a helmet can be just a helmet, stupid Doctor! Except when it's aj--no, that's for a different saying. Unless it's been capped off? Suppose that works...
[frowns and slumps back in his chair, holding the helmet. casually, he turns it end over end in his hands, lost in thought again and unaware of the Sphere's current "on" status--and if he were, he wouldn't mind the good Captain hearing him.]
It's not a key to the lift--little hard when there's no buttons on the panel. Or rather a panel secured to the interior in some manner, at least. [thinks about the one Motoko apparently ripped away.] Why leave this behind? Why bother to wear it this entire time only to take it off now? There can't have been a retinal scan device in there; there wasn't anything but regular walls and a panel-shaped hole with wires that did nothing no matter what I tried.
[he wonders, not for the first time, if this is what Ahab felt like trying to find his White Whale: continually frustrated beyond belief. but he's read that book--even has a personalised signed first edition!--and knows that if he becomes too obsessed, he'll lose sight of everything and everybody. and then something occurs to him, and he tilts his head as he eyes his reflection in the helmet's visor.]
Hmmm, it wouldn't be the first time something like this has started with nothing and later became something... It's only a matter of time as always, isn't it?
[softly, sadly] And Lara's gone home now. I didn't... [but he trails off, not finishing his sentence.]