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[cutting_edge_physics]

Holtzmann feels she is due a celebratory dinner. Today's dumpster diving was very productive, and as a bonus she found a pair of bright electric blue fingerless gloves that are only just a little too big. However, she has given herself quite a lot of work with this haul, so she settles for a celebratory cup of coffee and a bag of potato chips instead. She takes her meal of dubious nutritional content and her haul to one of the open tables and sets to work - booted feet up on the table, haul spread out around her, wire-strippers and screwdriver at hand.

Just the recipe for an awesome night right here.

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Ooh," says Ellen, who was just passing by with a container of something* the Bar assures her is edible. "Troubleshooting, or just taking apart?"

*(She asked it for a sample of actual cheez, so as to have something to compare the Followers' work to. The orange goop doesn't faze her so much as the weird lumpy triangles labeled 'nachos'. They have nothing of the kind in the Capital Wastes or in Philly.)

[cutting_edge_physics]

"Just a little... deconstruction here. This baby," She pets the VCR with its guts open to the world fondly, "Is destined to be part of a proton shotgun."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Oh, very nice," Ellen says approvingly. "What were you going to power it with? This doesn't look like the kind of circuitry you usually see hooked up to electron charge packs, but I could be wrong."

[cutting_edge_physics]

"I've actually been working on that - turns out hauling one of these babies around with an actual generator attached is a bit of a design flaw, woopsie." She grins as if it were hilarious (which it kind of was, in hindsight), though she's pretty sure Erin would never agree with that assessment. Erin does tend to take life a bit too seriously though. Who doesn't like running way from express trains and/or murderous ghosts while lugging untested and most likely more than a little unstable nuclear devices behind them?
"I've gotten a few of those portable rechargeable electric generators and reverse-engineered them to make my own, and soup them up a bit - the ones that come on the market are painfully underpowered. I'm just using these babies for their wires."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"That makes sense," Ellen says. "Both reworking the generator design and the wires thing, I mean. The less you have to carry when you're using something like this in the field, the better. Were you going to test it out here when you finished?"

[bwbw_aabb]

At the next table over, a small Hippotigris
works a mortar and pestle with motions vigorous.
On a burner, an alembic boils away
(atop a safely fireproof tray)
while nearby, a cup of tea
sits and steams vigorously.

The zebra looks up from her own apparatus
to check out the human's, whatever that is.

[cutting_edge_physics]

Holtzmann was engrossed in her work. She's (more or less) used to sharing a lab space now, and some of the things Kevin warms up in the microwave have... smells that leave something to be desired.

But it does eventually dawn on her that she's sharing lab space (so to speak) with a horse.

Zebra?

...

Equine alien?

...

So she's staring. It's a thing that happens.

[bwbw_aabb]

Zecora pauses in stirring her pestle
to adjust the flame 'neath the alchemical vessel.
While taking a sip of her tea, she espies
the stare, and meets the odd human's eyes.

"Good evening, madam. Might I ask
what is the nature of your task?"