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WHO: Kimiko, Bennett, and Open to any Stark employees who might want to wander in. After Bennett gets there though.
WHERE: Kim's Lab in the Stark Building.
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WARNINGS: Creepy cyborg interface!
SUMMARY: Kim finally got her machine finished and asked Bennett over to keep an eye on her when she starts it up. Better safe than sorry.
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Kimiko sat on the edge of the counter in her lab, dressed in a backless shirt and a pair of jeans, her hair pulled back into a small ponytail. One of her legs swung in front of her, the heel clicking against the counter and bouncing off at the end of each tiny trip. She had been working in here for hours pretty much every day, and her clothing was a necessity of the heat from her machines. Normally she would've kept her back and all its interfaces and obvious unnatural sections covered but people generally didn't bother her in here so it wasn't a worry. Of course, she had invited Bennett over, and that meant she should probably change, but she was busy being vaguely annoyed.
She was vaguely annoyed at the rather frightening looking chair that took up a decent chunk of one wall of her room, her fingers tapping against her knee as she tried to figure out what seemed off. The chair was a monstrosity of cords and cables and jacks, more akin to a torture device than a simple chair, but it was necessary for all the things it needed to do.
But it felt off.
Finally she spotted something and hopped off the counter, hurrying across to drop down on her knees with cloth-muffled clangs before she unscrewed a panel on one side, flipped it over, and screwed it back in.
That was better.
She stood up and dusted her hands off, stretching as she moved back across the room and twisted about to stare at the chair again. It wasn't perfect...it would never be perfect...but if she could get it close, she'd be happy.
WHERE: Kim's Lab in the Stark Building.
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WARNINGS: Creepy cyborg interface!
SUMMARY: Kim finally got her machine finished and asked Bennett over to keep an eye on her when she starts it up. Better safe than sorry.
FORMAT: Paragraph
Kimiko sat on the edge of the counter in her lab, dressed in a backless shirt and a pair of jeans, her hair pulled back into a small ponytail. One of her legs swung in front of her, the heel clicking against the counter and bouncing off at the end of each tiny trip. She had been working in here for hours pretty much every day, and her clothing was a necessity of the heat from her machines. Normally she would've kept her back and all its interfaces and obvious unnatural sections covered but people generally didn't bother her in here so it wasn't a worry. Of course, she had invited Bennett over, and that meant she should probably change, but she was busy being vaguely annoyed.
She was vaguely annoyed at the rather frightening looking chair that took up a decent chunk of one wall of her room, her fingers tapping against her knee as she tried to figure out what seemed off. The chair was a monstrosity of cords and cables and jacks, more akin to a torture device than a simple chair, but it was necessary for all the things it needed to do.
But it felt off.
Finally she spotted something and hopped off the counter, hurrying across to drop down on her knees with cloth-muffled clangs before she unscrewed a panel on one side, flipped it over, and screwed it back in.
That was better.
She stood up and dusted her hands off, stretching as she moved back across the room and twisted about to stare at the chair again. It wasn't perfect...it would never be perfect...but if she could get it close, she'd be happy.