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[ridokulous]

Who: Dok and Wesley Crusher
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Ives Rd.
What: House shopping after a particularly distressing realization.
Rating: PG for EXPLOSIONS!
Status: Closed, In-Progress

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[shut_up_wesley]

Contrary to prior experience, Wesley Crusher was nothing if not cautious. The alien technology in this universe was worlds more volitale that much of what he'd worked with back home, if just for his own lack of the proper research area and workshop.

Thus, the mattresses. Calculating as best he could the distance he'd be flung should his repair of the plasma injector coil go horrible wrong, Wes set up the spare mattresses in the driveway, hoping they provide at least some cushioning were he to be blown directly backward. The garage door was open too, which while ridiculously uncomfortable, at least made sure he didn't break his back where the nearest bone knitter was several hundred years in the future still

[ridokulous]

Julia was just about to unlock the door when they both heard the loud sound. The keys had dropped out of her hand in surprise and they both had jumped.

What in the...?

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the explosion came from a house that was situated just around the corner. They hadn't come that way, so he hadn't taken much notice of the place before, but it was clearly a residence, and there were very few reasons for a residence to make that kind of noise

[shut_up_wesley]

"Whaaaa?" Wes knew better than to try to move--his vision phased in and out of focus as at least part of his head had it the smoothly paved driveway. His shoulder stung viciously and was probably a little flash-burnt, nothing his medical kit couldn't take care of, although why he didn't have his tricorder on him at the exact moment he had no idea.

"Dok?" The swift, gentle hands of a doctor were sweeping him for injuries, and Wesley knew Dr. Peirce couldn't have gotten out there that fast, nor could Adam, if he wasn't out on rounds. "I was...trying to fix a plasma injector coil for a plasma engine...had to...ugh..." He winced, tried to sit up and failed miserably. "had to open the chamber, dirt must have gotten in or something. It exploded." Well, that was obvious enough.

"I...think I'm okay." His vision was starting to return to normal. "Just need a minute." Much to his embarrassment this wasn't the first time Wes had nearly blown himself up or the worst. Dairine would laugh her little red head off when she heard about this one.

[ridokulous]

Dok had been silently taking note of any signs that spoke to a larger problem. He remembered what he was doing beforehand, and Dok's name, so he hadn't suffered any memory loss, and the fact that he was now very obviously awake and coherent meant that he didn't have a concussion