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"You don't know that, Bob! The likelihood of being able to build something with the capability of 21st century technology here is impossible. The tools just aren't available and you know it. You know it!"
"David--"
His voice is quiet when it comes out, a hitched sound that's almost a sob as he shakes his head from side to side. He has a notebook in front of him, turned carefully to the page with the drawings he and Mayko have made of the tower. There are notes detailing the equipment needed to collect weather data, as well as notes Mayko's jotted down about computer coding and databasing. Bob knows it'll be difficult to get it all working, but he's sure it will work given time and a little creative thinking.
And if David will ever stop shouting at him.
"What, Bob? What are you planning to use? Tin cans and string? Satellites made of frisbees? Prayer? What makes you think this is even remotely possible?"
"Mayko thinks--"
"Mayko thinks the pyramids were built by fuckin' aliens, Bob!"
"David, please--"
"We're not in Toronto anymore! This isn't NorBAC! Hell, we're probably not even on fuckin' Earth, Bob! What the hell makes you think that even if you do manage to build a weather tower, that the data you collect will make any goddamn sense?!"
Shaking his head, Bob makes a quiet, muffled sound and pushes himself away from the table, the stool screetching against the floor. He nearly trips as he knocks the notebook to his feet, but he otherwise barely notices it and pushes his way out of the lab and into the hall, hands skidding over the rough cement wall.
He doesn't make it much further before he's on the floor, legs drawn up tight to his chest and his head in his hands, body shaking in a way he hasn't done since back in Toronto, since Gamelon and David's coma. His mind is screaming, walls crowding on him and he shuts his eyes tight, trying to force it back, to make it all go away.
Bob's not sure he even knows how to breathe anymore.
[OOC: Bob is currently outside of the Lab, very visibly curled up against the wall. Yes, his is part of that plot and no, he was not actually talking to David. If anyone saw him in the lab, they likely saw him talking to himself. Open to any and all, of course.]
"David--"
His voice is quiet when it comes out, a hitched sound that's almost a sob as he shakes his head from side to side. He has a notebook in front of him, turned carefully to the page with the drawings he and Mayko have made of the tower. There are notes detailing the equipment needed to collect weather data, as well as notes Mayko's jotted down about computer coding and databasing. Bob knows it'll be difficult to get it all working, but he's sure it will work given time and a little creative thinking.
And if David will ever stop shouting at him.
"What, Bob? What are you planning to use? Tin cans and string? Satellites made of frisbees? Prayer? What makes you think this is even remotely possible?"
"Mayko thinks--"
"Mayko thinks the pyramids were built by fuckin' aliens, Bob!"
"David, please--"
"We're not in Toronto anymore! This isn't NorBAC! Hell, we're probably not even on fuckin' Earth, Bob! What the hell makes you think that even if you do manage to build a weather tower, that the data you collect will make any goddamn sense?!"
Shaking his head, Bob makes a quiet, muffled sound and pushes himself away from the table, the stool screetching against the floor. He nearly trips as he knocks the notebook to his feet, but he otherwise barely notices it and pushes his way out of the lab and into the hall, hands skidding over the rough cement wall.
He doesn't make it much further before he's on the floor, legs drawn up tight to his chest and his head in his hands, body shaking in a way he hasn't done since back in Toronto, since Gamelon and David's coma. His mind is screaming, walls crowding on him and he shuts his eyes tight, trying to force it back, to make it all go away.
Bob's not sure he even knows how to breathe anymore.
[OOC: Bob is currently outside of the Lab, very visibly curled up against the wall. Yes, his is part of that plot and no, he was not actually talking to David. If anyone saw him in the lab, they likely saw him talking to himself. Open to any and all, of course.]