Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 8:16:05 PM)
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Apple (Jan 13, 2011 8:16:50 PM)
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Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 8:18:39 PM)
*The 'Lab' he speaks of is...an old garage. Cinderblock construction, a rather run down appearance. The sign hanging above the big door has been painted over to read "Crow Labs"* It's not much to look at, I know. *He says as he seperates from Apple to unlock the door*

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 8:21:46 PM)
She looks up over the exterior, studying the structure with apparent interest, though it was what he had inside that would be most interesting.

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 8:22:41 PM)
*he opens the door, bowing to her with a sweeping motion that even manages to be a little graceful* Ladies first...unless you're expecting an ambush, in which case I'll go first so I'm the one to suffer the knock on the head

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 8:23:57 PM)
Her eyes sparkle again, amusement in their dark depths as she cursteys in return, stepping past the threshold with a look away from Nathaniel to the interior.

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 8:27:27 PM)
*Stepping inside is like stepping into the past. The whole place is decorated in a kind of victorian lab chic. Dark wood, black and deeply red fabrics combine with the sparse industrial bareness of the building itself make the sparklingly polished display of nineteenth-century labware..brass fixtures, bright glassware, fluted burners, even oddities like a Wimshurst machine*

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 8:33:56 PM)
She contemplates the lab with mild curiosity, stepping over to take a closer look here and there, every movement careful and precise as though she were ever mindful of the efficiency of each motion.

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 8:36:59 PM)
*he shuts the door, locks it out of habit, and pauses to hang up his coat before sliding into the lab, which takes up an area at the very back of the building. The little vial of drink is fished out, and he starts selecting other vials off the storage racks amongst the vials and tubes* If you're thirsty, I could make coffee...I think i have some wine, too *depending on how much she explores, she'll likely spot the desk in the lab, with a laptop and a stack of papers sitting under a marker of the most vivid red*

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 8:43:07 PM)
She was polite enough, and only examines things visually, though she was likely holding back from touching everything with the very core of her being. She looks back to him when he mentions a drink and nods, though doesn't indicate what she would prefer.

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 8:44:46 PM)
Feel free to poke stuff. I can see the desire in your posture. *he says, tone playful, as he rises, fiddling with a burner and vials...apparently, he's brewing coffee the hard way: With lab equipment. As he settles back in to his experimentation, she might just sense the use of magic, if she's paying attention*

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 8:47:32 PM)
She might have noticed a little tingle of something, but her attention was on the array of cool toys she was given permission to examine more closely. It was always so amazing to see scientific things in motion, no matter what stage they were. [01/13/11 20:45:56 Apple rolls 4 dice vs. diff of 6 to aware: 5, 2, 6, 3 : 1 successes]

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 8:48:23 PM)
*things pop and fizzle and as he works with them...he mutters* There's nothing in this drink at all. Well, other then cheap booze.

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 8:52:12 PM)
She was especially fascinated with the Wimhurst machine, flipping switches to get it to work and watching it with child-like wonder.

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 8:54:15 PM)
Careful with that *he says, glancing up* If you touch the contacts it'll give you a nasty shock. The Leyden jars are my design..they hold quite a bit of charge.

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 8:55:47 PM)
She shoots him a look that suggests she didn't appreciate his expectation she would ever be so stupid.

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 8:56:25 PM)
Hey, none of that. I'm used to dealing with kids who've got no clue. Can't be too safe you know.

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 9:00:11 PM)
She shakes her head a fraction, working the switches to power the generator down again. That handled, she steps over his way to have a look at what he was doing.

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 9:01:09 PM)
*He reaches over to slide a chair for her closer to his, and gets back to work* I've checked for every chemical I can think of that acts as a sopophoric. Nothing.

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 9:05:01 PM)
She takes a seat beside him, looking from the experimentation to him thoughtfully, clearly scouring her own knowledge for any possibilities he may have not considered.

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 9:06:09 PM)
Anything you can think of? Maybe otherwise fatal substances that act like sedatives when mixed with alcohol or in small doses?

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 9:08:28 PM)
She makes a sign, briefly distracted by her thoughts, then produces her PDA to translate. "Mandrake?"

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 9:10:39 PM)
...If memory serves, Mandrake is mostly deleriants. Alkoloids. *he swirls the test tube a bit, peering into it, taking a drop or two of it and depositing them onto a small strip of paper, then shaking his head* No. Damn. Maybe we should haves stalked the others.

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 9:14:51 PM)
She looks thoughtful briefly, then looks down a bit dejected at having found nothing of note. There was all this cool stuff to distract her, though, and she turns her attention toward the brass and glass accoutrements.

Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 9:16:55 PM)
*he rises, washing his hands briefly before working with the coffee, pouring it out into mugs, then asking* Cream? Sugar?

Apple (Jan 13, 2011 9:17:18 PM)
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Nathaniel Steele (Jan 13, 2011 9:38:01 PM)
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