[closed] technical specifications

[armoured]

Who: Alphonse Elric and Scott Lang
When: Feb 28th
Where: Starting over the network
What: A promised meet up
Warnings: None

[Settling in on the ship has taken a while, and Al still isn't sure if he'd call himself quite settled. He still has moments where he has to just stop and reel in amazement at the fact that he's on a real life spaceship.

Honestly, it's beyond his wildest dreams.

He's still worried about what's happening back home, of course. He wants to know how the fight with Father is going, and if all the people he cares about are safe. But the best way to find that out is to work hard on board until they manage to get home. So he has been doing. He's thrown himself into his new research in the library, his internship in the medical bay, his part time work in the science lab, and his official job as a bodyguard.

It's only one evening that he finally has time to think of Scott and the offer he made on his first day. That fascinating piece of technology that could control ants, of all things. So he brings up the man's contact details and rings through, hoping it's not too late that he would accidentally be waking poor Scott up. Al, after all, doesn't sleep.]

Uh, hello? Scott? It's Al, Alphonse Elric, we met a while ago. I don't know if you remember, but we agreed to get together and talk sometime, and I was wondering if you were free?

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[getweird]

[Scott hops over into Al's palm, settling his hands on his hips.]

Thanks for that, man.

[Explaining the technology used to make this happen is easy enough, but only if the majority of it is something that Alphonse is familiar with.]

You ever heard of the quantum realm? This suit lets me shrink down and shunts my extra mass into a subatomic physical dimension until I hit this button and bring myself back. The belt has a regulator, and Pym Particle Disks. I can throw them at something and shrink or enlarge it.

[armoured]

[Wow, that... that was a whole lot of words that mean nothing to Al.]

I've heard of subatomic particles, but it's a theory at the moment among the scientific community. Alchemists deal in atoms and compounds all the time, but I've never heard of another physical dimension which could hold mass like that.

[He can't help himself from raising his other hand to poke very gently at Scott.]

Does it hurt to use it?

[getweird]

[They don't really mean a lot to Scott either, but it was the only way he knew to explain it.]

Maybe Hank made it all up. Not the place, it's real. I've been there. But the lingo for it.

[He's half joking, though some of it the man had named after himself, so.]

It happens too quickly to hurt. It's strange, disorienting, but not painful. One second you're big, the next you're small.

[Scott runs a hand along Al's finger, patting it a few times.]

Is this hard to clean? It looks like it would be from here.

[armoured]

[He can't even imagine being shrunk down. He almost asks if Scott could use one of his disc things to shrink him down, but he's worried it might react badly with the blood seal and he doesn't want to risk that.]

H-Huh? Really? It's not too hard to clean.

[At least that's not too awkward a question.]

I use polish or oil and a rag, it doesn't always get the scratches or the dents out, but it keeps the joints limber and stops any rust.