This Was A Triumph [Closed]

[kanscientist]

Who: Gren (stellarregions) and Watari (kanscientist)
What: General supergenius-shinigami-on-jazz-spaceman retardedness?
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Teepee #3
Summary: Watari blows up his half of the teepee; hilarity and gratuitous flirtation ensue!
Rating: PG(-13?)...For now. It might not stay that way.

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[stellarregions]

Gren, of course, was also glad for the progress Watari had been making. After nearly a year here, it was nice to have some hope again. However, it also meant Watari had more free time to spend on completely unrelated research, which tended to be weird in general, and destructive on occasion.

Gren had his own preoccupations, though, and busy plotting out a new tune on a sheet of bring orange paper with the help of the piano, Watari's warning went virtually unheard. His mind was too wrapped up in the music.

Which was why he nearly jumped out of his skin when the other side of the room... well... exploded. There was a shout and crash of keys before a very surprised looking Gren peering across at the destruction Watari had just caused.

"You okay?" Damn. His ears were ringing a little.

[kanscientist]

Watari coughed. No butterflies, this time, but my, that was an interesting color of smoke! Well, no worries, it'd be better in a few moments--just like the burns already beginning to fade from his skin, leaving only dirt in their wake.

"Of course," he chirped, lifting soot-smudged goggles away from his face. Noticing that his lab coat appeared to be on fire, he calmly patted it down and looked around at the destruction around him, looking mildly impressed. "I hadn't expected it to react on that scale!"

He'd have to steal himself a new bed from one of the tents, he thought absently. Thankfully, he'd long since taken it into his head to put protective spells and fireproof cases on his computer, his file cabinet, and a box with all the other things in it that he couldn't replace after a day in the woods, so nothing else would pose too much of a problem...

"I didn't startle you, did I?"

[stellarregions]

"Well, I'm glad you didn't blow up half our living space on purpose," he replied, shaking his head a little in a futile attempt to clear his hearing again. "And yes, if you must know, my heart just about made it into orbit."

He glanced around at the utter destruction for a moment and simply sighed. "I guess I should be glad my half of the room is still intact," he commented, looking at the singed remains of Watari's bed and other sundry items. "Maybe, the next time you think it's going to explode... you could try doing it outside? There's a lot of open space, you know." Not that he really minded that much, but it would do wonders for his blood pressure. "For a split second, I thought we were taking mortar fire."

[kanscientist]

"Oh, come now, surely it wasn't that bad..." Watari brushed a few singed feathers from his wings. "All it took out was half a tent! Why, I remember once, one of my friends got possessed and destroyed half of headquarters," he rattled on cheerfully. Grabbing a paper from inside his lab coat and a pen that had miraculously remained unscathed, he scrawled down a spell and doused what remained of the flames before they could get out of control.

"Well, that's enough chemistry for today!" At least, until he got a chance to clean up the wreckage and replace the things that were to...exploded to use now. He shucked off his lab coat and tossed it onto what used to be the bed, walking over towards Gren's side of the room. "I don't suppose you're accepting refugees from the shelling over there?"