I know we've got it good, but they've got it made

[chronosyoudidnt]

WHO: CHRONOS and VECTOR.
WHERE: A nondescript lab somewhere.
WHEN: Wednesday 9/22, late afternoon to early evening.
WARNINGS: Excessive dorkiness, I imagine.
SUMMARY: Chronos and Vector reconvene to finalize and activate their machine, with the intent to steal Wednesday night!! Oooh~*~
FORMAT: Quickpara/action.

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[despicablenerd]

[A small, slim hand slaps his hand away.]

No fingerprints on the paint-job! It's fresh.

[It's ironic how important appearances are to Victor, considering what he looks like. But there's no accounting for taste. And he does what he can with what little he has to work with. So maybe it's really just sad.]

[chronosyoudidnt]

Oh... apologies. [ His voice is a bit stilted, almost offended, but he doesn't let it affect him. Frowning mildly, he steps away a step to admire it. ]

I'm simply eager to finish what we've started. No greater crime will ever be committed. [ Now he grins. ]

[despicablenerd]

[You're going to have to get snippier than that if you want Victor to even notice you're put out, Dave. Victor's dad exists in such a permanent state of gloom, doom, and I will destroy you, that Victor has come to regard most sarcastic statements as compliments. Like a touching love note. I won't destroy you...just yet.]

I KNOW, RIGHT?!?!?

[Dave. Dave. Dave. Do you want to hug about it?]

[chronosyoudidnt]

[ Hugging it out would be nice, actually.

BUT HE WILL BURY THOSE FEELINGS FOR NOW and circle it, looking smug as hell. ]

Now. I believe last we checked it was near completion; is there anything we've overlooked?

Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnghsomeday I'll get notifs again. SOMEDAY.

[despicablenerd]

[That's like a kind of hugging.]

We~ell, we could institute a rigorous testing phase...but that's so time consuming, and I don't see how anything could possibly go wrong.

[FORESHADOWING.]

NOTIFFFSSSSS /shakes fists at sky

[chronosyoudidnt]

Nor do I. We do know a few things about what we're doing.

[ COCKY SMIRK. Not even going to check the state of the machine, even, after all it does look shiny and new. ]

Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?

[despicablenerd]

Age before beauty.

[...

...

...I think he's talking about you.]

[chronosyoudidnt]

[ Luckily David isn't the type to think of that as an insult. Age is a good thing...

He goes over to the machine, looking at it carefully. There's no consideration in his mind that this could go wrong, so he flips it on with confidence.

It rattles. ]

[despicablenerd]

[But who is beauty? Because...]

Is it...supposed to do that?

[chronosyoudidnt]

[ Well you do have lovely eyes...

Chronos steps away from it, uncertain. He doesn't look happy. ]

No. I don't understand--

[ He continues to stare at it, transfixed, when it begins to spark. There's a small explosion from the back. ]

[despicablenerd]

I don't understand either this is all your fault NOW IS THE TIME WHEN WE RUN AWAY!!!!!

[Maybe they can hold hands while they run away.]

[chronosyoudidnt]

It is not my--

[ Okay, this is not the time to argue. BUT HE CAN TELEPORT THEM TO SAFETY... ]

[despicablenerd]

Don't argue with me! I'm too right!

[Considering Victor can either: shoot a fish at it, or: mess up its credit score, it's probably all on you, Dave.]

[chronosyoudidnt]

[ Aw, Victor. David grabs him and teleports them out before it explodes in shockwaves, spilling them into Central Park. ]

I wasn't -- arguing... but that doesn't make it my fault.

[despicablenerd]

[He collapses on his back in the grass, chest heaving.]

Well my designs are flawless!

[chronosyoudidnt]

As are mine. [ Sits up, dusting his sleeves off. He looks annoyed. ]

Whatever went wrong wasn't my doing.

[ Ponders, frowning. ]