Week 28, Tuesday, March 9th, 2004 - After dinner, in Blackwillow's lounge

Jan 25, 2005 12:17

This evening finds Gudge sprawled in one of the lounge's more comfortable chairs crosswise, head on one armrest and legs draped over the other, with a clipboard full of paper in one hand and a pencil in the other. He's wearing black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, which features a picture of Barney the Dinosaur framed in a red gunsight, with the ( Read more... )

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khimaris January 25 2005, 12:20:01 UTC
Hair wrapped in a towel, Khimaris waltzes into the lounge wearing black silk pajamas. A small, orange something scampers in behind her, not that she seems to pay it much mind. She peers over Gudge's shoulder briefly before wandering over the the kettle. "Who are you planning on killing?"

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gudgeon January 26 2005, 11:52:20 UTC
It takes moment for Khim's comment to register in Gudge's tightly focused thoughts, and when it finally does, his head jerks up in near surprise at the comment. "Wha...?" he says, and his gaze at last comes away from his designs and settles on Khim, and briefly on her orange companion.

"No, I'm not looking to kill anyone; the only one who's really annoyed the fuck out of me lately is currently lying in a hospital bed, through no fault of mine I might add." He grins toothily at this, and continues. "Seriously, though, I'm not designing this for killing people, at least not overtly." He chuckles.

"You know those shows on TV where they have people build radio-controlled robots and have them beat the shit out of each other? I'm thinking about building one of those, and maybe entering it in a contest. Maybe the campus would let us run one here; I'm sure some of the other Nockers would have wet dreams designing something like this for fun."

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khimaris January 26 2005, 18:00:24 UTC
Khim lifts a brow. "Can you afford the parts? I might... sponsor. But you'd have to win. Then I could re-coop my money on the inevitable betting."

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gudgeon February 1 2005, 17:05:47 UTC
Chewing his lower lip, Gudge does some mental calisthenics as he goes through the plan and what he figures it would take to build it. "Hmmm. I've probably got about half of the raw materials kicking around or available through the shop class' scrap pile. However, some of the more complicated motors and radio control stuff I don't have, and that shit's not cheap. We're probably talking half a G here ( ... )

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