[Ecto-3] You're very handy, I can tell.

[drspengler]

{Action - Open to all}-- location: 772 Bunker Street, the Spengler home, in the garage

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[ooeeooahah]

[ The first indication that Ilsa is there is when his hand leaves the work to pick up something else, and she intercepts to check his pulse. ]

When did you last eat?

[drspengler]

[The sudden grip on his wrist startles Egon so badly that he drops the circuit board from his other hand. It clatters harmlessly onto the table and he sighs loudly.]

Damn, Ilsa. You're not going to get an accurate reading, now.

[How the hell did she come out of nowhere like that?]

Uh,... lunch. I think.

[He attempts to make it sound better.]

I had a candy bar a couple hours ago.

((I'm writing this on the assumption that he went to get his left arm back as soon as the zombiefest was over. He's two-handed again. If the mods refuse my post office exchange request for whatever reason we'll just go back and edit.)

[ooeeooahah]

[ Sneaking up is easy when you leave the door open and concentrate on a small area. No need to teleport. ]

Lunch? You do realize it's after 2200? Sugar rush from the candy bar is going to crash you soon. If you aren't going to sleep, you need to eat.

[ She make "tch" noises as she checks his eyes. ]

[drspengler]

[He blinks and then checks his watch. So it is after 10 already. He'd been out here nearly five hours. Perhaps it was time for a break.]

Probably a good idea.

[He stands from the work table and brushes off his hands but that only succeeds in smearing the grease even more.]

I think there's leftovers in the fridge. Uh, you want to come in? Everyone should be asleep.

[ooeeooahah]

You go wash up, I'll see if your designated spouse left something for you in the kitchen.

[ She pushes him in the direction of the washroom. ]

[drspengler]

((btw, his "wife" is a drone. Don't know if that makes her cooking any better or worse, lol.))

[Egon lets her push him into the house, smirking at her insistence. He disappears into the bathroom in the hallway.]

Just make sure she didn't put any milk in it.

[He's heard stories about the milk that gets delivered and he's not about to find out if they're true.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She rummages in the fridge for a non-dairy dinner, and sets a place at the table. She has a glass of water, but not snacking. ]

[ When he comes back, she comments, ] The milk that is delivered is spiked with any number of nasty things. There's safe products at the store, as long as you aren't lactose-intolerant. Be an irritant and insist she buy a different brand at the store... [ then Ilsa smiles ] or you can stop by the house for dinner sometime.

[drspengler]

[He re-emerges towel-drying his face and sets the towel on the kitchen counter, then sits down to his meal.]

Ah, thank you.

[As he begins to dig in, obviously hungrier than he thought he was, he gives Ilsa a grateful smile at her invitation.]

You know, I never much liked meatloaf until I tried yours.

[Then he pauses.]

Although, that could cut into the time I've set aside for my project significantly. Maybe if I use the 48 minute sleep schedule I was using back home...

[ooeeooahah]

You and Pyro, I have to keep checking to make sure neither of you have sleep-deprivation psychotic breaks, [ then she mutters under her breath, ] without being able to wear either of you out to make you to sleep.

[drspengler]

[Egon suddenly coughs and chokes on his food for a second or two before he finally swallows and looks at her. Did she just say what he thought she said? Maybe she didn't mean for him to hear it... but he was sitting right next to her, how could he not? Still, even if he hadn't heard it, she still said it.

All these thoughts race through his head as he stares at her dumbly. Usually he could pretend to be oblivious and ignore what was going on around him but it was this sort of social situation that left him unable to think of what to do next. Maybe if he just continues to stare she might somehow diffuse it. Maybe?

Oh God, please?

He coughs a couple more times.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ At the first sign of choking, she's up and delivering some sharp blows between his shoulder blades, then refilling his water glass. ]

Like I should be surprised so many people here are this uptight. Sorry, I'm at the end of my day, and I should know better to watch what I say when I'm tired. I'd have to talk to Tarvek about it first, anyway.

[drspengler]

[Uptight? Talk to Tarvek first? There were a few questions floating around in his head but he thought it better to just bite his tong- wait. He suddenly furrows his brows at her.]

I thought you were just joking. [Shit.] Uh, not that I'm opposed to it-... [Wait. FUCK!

This, he reminds himself, is why he usually just shuts the hell up. He clears his throat as he can feel his face reddening.]

Why don't I just shut up and keep eating. [And he does so.]

[ooeeooahah]

See, this is why sleep is a good thing. Better able to spin out the skein of the conversation without snarls.

[ She shrugs, ] Sorry I let my mouth run ahead of my brain.

[ She doesn't look that embarrassed, though. ]

[drspengler]

[Finally, he's able to relax and smile at her. Her laid back attitude rubs off on him and he forgets his embarrassment.]

That's alright. I learned some very... interesting information.

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek doesn't exactly come by at random. He's kind of hoping against hope to have a mech-buddy to play with. So he's happy to see the garage open, and stuff out clearly in progress. But he's a bit sad to see no Egon. The inner door is open though... (Oooh, hope-hope-hope...)

Hallo, ist jemand zu Hause? Anyone home?

[sticks head in door into kitchen, and grins.]

Ach, Ilsa, Egon! You are both here!

[ooeeooahah]

[ Very little surprise, and welcoming. ] Hey, Tarvek! Homing in on the mechanics?

[ Still fairly relaxed. ]