my brain's repeating, "if you've got an impulse, let it out"

[findaconstant]

[ooc: Feel free to catch Dan either in the Rift Room or the hallway!]

Somewhere in the Conrad's basement, Daniel Faraday is flitting about like a hummingbird on speed. This is an overused simile, yes, but it's not very far from the truth - he's caffeinated and inspired and when he enters Mad Scientist Mode like this, he eventually morphs in to an

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[mightvebeen]

Madeline enters the common room with a handgun. Well, it looks exactly like a handgun, but it's not. It's a water gun. Ain't it shiny?

Not that anyone could tell simply by looking at it unless they were incredibly familiar with guns. She's using it to practice for a role in a play where she would be a copy. Spiffy.

"Hey, Chuckie, still toting around that fire extinguisher in case you need another cool down?"

[waywardnoblet]

Chuck cannot tell the difference between water guns and handguns. True story: one of his students squirted him with a water gun, once. He thought his shirt was wet because he was bleeding from a bullet wound.

This is why he nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees Madeline with a gun.

"DON'T SHOOT!"

Please hold while he attempts to scramble behind the couch.

[mightvebeen]

There's a moment of confusion, and then she realizes that he must think her squirt gun is the real deal.

A saner person would drop the gun. A nicer person would tell him that it's not a real gun, and then spray it in the air to demonstrate.

Madeline May is neither the nicest or sanest individual.

She smirks at him, and then levels the gun at him.

"Give me one good reason."

[waywardnoblet]

Gulp.

"Because!" he squeaks, helplessly. "I mean - first of all, witnesses. Look at all the people around!"

(No one's actually paying attention, much to Chuck's distress. But they'd certainly notice if he had his brains blown out, right? Right??)

"And... it wouldn't be fair! I have no way to defend myself." Because murder is entirely fair, mhm. "And... um. I - " can cry. WATCH THIS.

[clockwork_doc]

Doc wanders into the common room, looking a little bored. He's exhausted all the current entertainment/scientific value he can from his acquisitions at the junk shop, and he's in the mood for something new. So he's going to see if he can find another book to read. He'd pass Chuck right by --

If he didn't catch sight of the fire extinguisher. Doc pauses and stares at it for a moment, blinking. "Er -- did something happen?" he asks, frowning. He's been lost in science land lately, but he didn't think he was that far gone.

[waywardnoblet]

"Yes," Chuck snaps, giving Doc a Look that says DUH, don't you know anything??

"The kitchen was on fire and I contained it. So I have appointed myself this hellhole's unofficial volunteer fireman. Someone has to pay attention to these things, you know. And I do! I see it all. And I care."

Actually, he doesn't, really. He's mostly just worried about the safety of his free home and free food.

[clockwork_doc]

Doc doesn't -- he's been holed up in his room experimenting with SCIENCE! He stares in astonishment back at Chuck at the news. "The kitchen was --" He shakes his head. "Great Scott, I have to get out of my room more. . . ." (That vow will last until the next burst of inspiration.) "Well, I'm glad you were able to take care of it." He'd ask why Chuck is still carting around the fire extinguisher, but -- well, you never know when the next disaster is going to strike, do you?

[waywardnoblet]

Chuck believes in preparedness.

"You're welcome," he says, smugly. There's really no point in mentioning that it was barely a fire at all when Doc is already impressed! Chuck wouldn't want Doc to retract his sta-

"You're... is that smoke?" Is this guy on fire?

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe's at the Conrad a lot, especially now that she knows people like Peter and Martin live there. (!!!!!)

She plops down on the couch across from Noblet, chewing her bubblegum with much gusto. She looks over at him and his fire extinguisher thoughtfully.

There's a tiny blonde just staring at you, Noblet. A tiny blonde who is very bored and often very easily annoying.

"Whatcha doing?"

[waywardnoblet]

AUGH.

Why does he get all the annoying girls? She chews like a cow.

"Looking for a job," he mutters, gnawing on the pen cap a little harder than he was a second ago.

[thehighestwing]

"Gah, I know what that's like. I got fired SO MANY TIMES before I landed a job that seemed like a good fit."

Phoebe only scoots closer, wrinkling her nose at the newspaper. "You look angreh. Like someone pissed on your cheerios."

[waywardnoblet]

"I never got fired. My place of employment just exploded. I WASN'T INVOLVED."

He doesn't look guilty at all.

"...someone did piss on my Cheerios. The whole of this city pissed on my Cheerios. Everyone. And Jesus, did they drink a lot of water in preparation."

Cue the lineface.