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[robotheads]

[Jacob has been up and working consecutively for 168 hours. He dabbled in string theory and his already abundant knowledge of astrophysics to scientifically reason Promenade and define it on an intellectual basis. He came close too, only a handful of odd ends unaccounted for mathematically. The coffee wore off though, and his entire basement reflects the work papers all over the floor and several pinned all over his desk and the rolling cork board next to it. This is all you see. It's day time, there's birds twittering outside and the glow from the window is casting a strip over his injured leg and the out stretched arm near one of his crutches from his collapse of exhaustion. He's unconscious, folks. Hitting the basement floor turned on his PORTAL and this is what you see. Morning.]

OOC: Feel free to action spam if your character is more of a doer than a sayer. I don't mind. Jacob will be unresponsive for a while.