He full out stops at that to take an actual look around. He's gotten a basic look at his surroundings when he came in, just to make sure it was empty, before finding a space as far away from the windows as possible in order to work in privacy. To be aware that the space was, in fact, important to one of the hosts...
His careful neutral cracks a little, a sheepishness sneaking into the corners.]
I really do apologize. I didn't mean any disrespect to you or your memories. I just took an opportunity when I saw it.
...
You have my word. They're just for someone's protection. Ideally, they won't be used at all.
[He would just be a fool not to have something prepared, at this rate.]
[Honestly, if someone didn't try to get in here this week, Fortune would have been surprised. She is a little surprised at what he's using the house for, though.]
...if you do have to use them... how do they work, exactly?
Sixth Fonon ignites, Fifth Fonon provides combustion and expulsion, set onto a delay. I decide a time, set them up, and then just make sure I'm out of range.
[He's definitely having to restrain himself. As much as he loves talking about fontech, just spilling anything to her seems unwise.]
Not entirely, no. As long as I have the inputs right, it should only take a few minutes.
There's just not a lot of flexibility outside of that. I can't just decide to turn it on right away like a grenade without killing myself. And just setting them and changing my mind about it means I'm an idiot, because I won't be able to take it back once I've started. Disarming wouldn't be impossible, but the risk of it going haywire in your face is pretty high.
If I had more time to work with it, I could stabilize that. But... [Well. He has a single day right now, and a house that isn't his. He doesn't just want to pull out an explosive when he knows plenty of people would be able to guess what it was by structure alone. So pouring his time into it now and planning on a all or nothing approach later was his emergency option.
It feels... nostalgically familiar. Enough to make him sick, even guilty. He'd said there would be no more hiding, but...
He had to make an exception here. If Luke found out... it would have to be only because he tried to use them for their intended purpose. Nothing else.]
[Fortune studies his work for a few long moments, then looks up at Guy's face. It's had to tell - mask, and all - but she seems like she's contemplating something.]
...what would have to happen to make you want to use these?
[He meets that darkened, stony gaze, holding his own composure firmly before his attention finally shifts to the side, slowly thinking over his response.]
Wouldn't you want to do everything you could if someone you cared about might die?
The smile he wants to give never comes. This isn't a fun topic, this isn't a SAFE topic, but she's still deemed it adequate enough to let him carry something this dangerous out?
...
He still doesn't smile. But there's a fatigue that drapes over him, one he'd been holding behind the tension roping every movement while he had silently been working. A palatable relief, if not quite a fulfilling one.]
...I appreciate your generosity. Thank you.
I'll have them out of here by Friday morning. If something happens again, and people end up exploring this place... I hope you understand why I don't want them finding this.
[He mulls over the obvious segue, turning it over in his head. He wants to say yes. But... she's caught him red-handed, hasn't she? Even if she didn't blame him for it... and he's sure if she thought it was disrespectful, he would have felt SOMETHING change by now.
...
His response is quiet.]
You can stay, if that's what you want.
I wasn't expecting company. But if you're allowing me to use this space, despite everything... letting you observe is the least I can do.
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He full out stops at that to take an actual look around. He's gotten a basic look at his surroundings when he came in, just to make sure it was empty, before finding a space as far away from the windows as possible in order to work in privacy. To be aware that the space was, in fact, important to one of the hosts...
His careful neutral cracks a little, a sheepishness sneaking into the corners.]
I really do apologize. I didn't mean any disrespect to you or your memories. I just took an opportunity when I saw it.
...
You have my word. They're just for someone's protection. Ideally, they won't be used at all.
[He would just be a fool not to have something prepared, at this rate.]
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[Honestly, if someone didn't try to get in here this week, Fortune would have been surprised. She is a little surprised at what he's using the house for, though.]
...if you do have to use them... how do they work, exactly?
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[He's definitely having to restrain himself. As much as he loves talking about fontech, just spilling anything to her seems unwise.]
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That's amazing... is it very complicated to set up?
this thread is me imposing conditions on myself because rules are the spice of life??
There's just not a lot of flexibility outside of that. I can't just decide to turn it on right away like a grenade without killing myself. And just setting them and changing my mind about it means I'm an idiot, because I won't be able to take it back once I've started. Disarming wouldn't be impossible, but the risk of it going haywire in your face is pretty high.
If I had more time to work with it, I could stabilize that. But... [Well. He has a single day right now, and a house that isn't his. He doesn't just want to pull out an explosive when he knows plenty of people would be able to guess what it was by structure alone. So pouring his time into it now and planning on a all or nothing approach later was his emergency option.
It feels... nostalgically familiar. Enough to make him sick, even guilty. He'd said there would be no more hiding, but...
He had to make an exception here. If Luke found out... it would have to be only because he tried to use them for their intended purpose. Nothing else.]
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[Fortune studies his work for a few long moments, then looks up at Guy's face. It's had to tell - mask, and all - but she seems like she's contemplating something.]
...what would have to happen to make you want to use these?
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Wouldn't you want to do everything you could if someone you cared about might die?
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[Fortune actually relaxes, now that he's put it like that.]
...if you need to come back in here to work on them, just knock on the door. I'll let you in.
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Oh.
Um.
????]
Fortune...
Why would you do that?
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[That's literally what sold her on it.]
...you'd need to find somewhere else to keep them after this week, since our next hosts will be making something in these wings instead, but...
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The smile he wants to give never comes. This isn't a fun topic, this isn't a SAFE topic, but she's still deemed it adequate enough to let him carry something this dangerous out?
...
He still doesn't smile. But there's a fatigue that drapes over him, one he'd been holding behind the tension roping every movement while he had silently been working. A palatable relief, if not quite a fulfilling one.]
...I appreciate your generosity. Thank you.
I'll have them out of here by Friday morning. If something happens again, and people end up exploring this place... I hope you understand why I don't want them finding this.
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[Yeah, that. That would be very Not Good.
Anyway.]
...I'm sure this is difficult work. Should I leave you to it, or...?
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...
His response is quiet.]
You can stay, if that's what you want.
I wasn't expecting company. But if you're allowing me to use this space, despite everything... letting you observe is the least I can do.
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[Mostly. She'll inevitably speak up a few times to ask questions - but for the most part, she's content to sit and watch him work.
It's nicer, she thinks, not to be alone.]