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nightlogs2023-09-02 01:51 pm
ninjavampire) wrote in nightlogs2023-09-02 01:51 pm
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lab log first edition
Who: Miggy and YOU
What: Constructing a lab out of rubber bands and paper clips
Where: A hidden away upper corner of the Pole
When: Post Branch, Later in the month
Warnings/Notes: spider robots
A little over a month has passed, and if Miguel appears to be sparse, it is because he's been hard at work building up another lofty and hard-to-reach cave to hide in. The lab itself was designed by someone who can scale walls and hang from the ceiling without much effort, so the layout is a bit obtuse and taller than it is long.
He has made use of the entirety of the wall from ceiling to floor, with some vertical pathways pocked with holes where his claws had punctured through - he simply re-used them as handholds.
There is a notable lack of ladders or light sources - the guy apparently adores a dimly-lit workspace. And it remains.. a work in progress! For now, it is only closed off by an unlocked door. But he'll be lurking around inside.
a. The Information Explainy Thing
full size
To your left, a chalkboard mounted high up the wall, visualizing some of the data he's gathered from his scans and interactions insofar. If you have talked to him at some point your universe is probably marked up here!
b. Computer Wife In Progress
Much of the room is taken up by around a dozen improvised server racks half-packed full of hardware he must have swiped from a visit off the Pole. The cabinetry is wooden and filigreed, from the stockpiles in the workroom, but the drawers meant to hold computer parts were metal and modern.
It's a bit of disorganized chaos - a lot of long cables were still being routed around to be placed in neat groups, and he needed to find more meat to fill the empty bones of his machine.
It was also missing a proper screen. The laptop at the center of it all looked a little out of place surrounded by the growing electronic behemoth.
c. A Small Friend
Linger around for too long and a click-click may interrupt your perusing! An octoped-like wood-and-brass spiderbot is crawling around, able to maneuver freely on its lifelike legs. It is another half-finished project with loosely arranged wires and exposed joints.
On its body is mounted a kitbashed digital camera with which it took that photo of you! And, seeming to be proud of its work, it flips the camera around to let you see.
Sharp eyes may spot an area dedicated to being a workbench, scattered with several aborted attempts to make something magitech function as intended. It appears this spider is the one that lived!
d. Wildcard!
What: Constructing a lab out of rubber bands and paper clips
Where: A hidden away upper corner of the Pole
When: Post Branch, Later in the month
Warnings/Notes: spider robots
A little over a month has passed, and if Miguel appears to be sparse, it is because he's been hard at work building up another lofty and hard-to-reach cave to hide in. The lab itself was designed by someone who can scale walls and hang from the ceiling without much effort, so the layout is a bit obtuse and taller than it is long.
He has made use of the entirety of the wall from ceiling to floor, with some vertical pathways pocked with holes where his claws had punctured through - he simply re-used them as handholds.
There is a notable lack of ladders or light sources - the guy apparently adores a dimly-lit workspace. And it remains.. a work in progress! For now, it is only closed off by an unlocked door. But he'll be lurking around inside.
a. The Information Explainy Thing
full size
To your left, a chalkboard mounted high up the wall, visualizing some of the data he's gathered from his scans and interactions insofar. If you have talked to him at some point your universe is probably marked up here!
b. Computer Wife In Progress
Much of the room is taken up by around a dozen improvised server racks half-packed full of hardware he must have swiped from a visit off the Pole. The cabinetry is wooden and filigreed, from the stockpiles in the workroom, but the drawers meant to hold computer parts were metal and modern.
It's a bit of disorganized chaos - a lot of long cables were still being routed around to be placed in neat groups, and he needed to find more meat to fill the empty bones of his machine.
It was also missing a proper screen. The laptop at the center of it all looked a little out of place surrounded by the growing electronic behemoth.
c. A Small Friend
Linger around for too long and a click-click may interrupt your perusing! An octoped-like wood-and-brass spiderbot is crawling around, able to maneuver freely on its lifelike legs. It is another half-finished project with loosely arranged wires and exposed joints.
On its body is mounted a kitbashed digital camera with which it took that photo of you! And, seeming to be proud of its work, it flips the camera around to let you see.
Sharp eyes may spot an area dedicated to being a workbench, scattered with several aborted attempts to make something magitech function as intended. It appears this spider is the one that lived!
d. Wildcard!
the spider juice (a few weeks ago)
He'd tried to perfect it as much as he could, delaying longer than he should have. By that day, he was feeling the telltale increase in apetite and prickling in his forearms signaling something internal was starting to change and demand more energy of him. When he reached out to Peter, he was hiding a lot of the desperation and fear that he was feeling inside. ]
Did anything look terribly off?
[ He looks particularly worried today when Peter enters, fingers tapping nervously near the glass and steel syringe that would have make do in lieu of his needle gun. Taking care of this would be one more weight of his shoulders. ]
Re: the spider juice (a few weeks ago)
If the magic works the way they say it will, nothing I could see. You might end up with some muscle soreness, but that's part of the gig anyways.
no subject
Let's just get this over with, then.
[ All the equipment had a rather antiquated look to it: brass, wood and glass. But they were clean. So he had pre-mixed some ingredients that could be left to sit under a low flame. The burner is twisted off, and the fluid seeps down a tube into a flask. ]
I did manage to find a microscope. A very basic one.
[ A few drops of The Magic hissed on contact and seemed to give the liquid a chilled quality when it was swirled in, despite the warmth of the base. Miguel stares at it for a good second, before he moves to finally fill up the syringe. ]