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thisavrou_log2016-07-28 01:49 pm
takeitslow) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-28 01:49 pm
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Who: Alan Bradley and Peter Maximoff
When: 27th
Where: Science Department
What: An awkward conversation about Rinzler, sentience, and science
Warnings: Non-organic prejudice? Teenage angst? Will update as needed
[He limps his way into the lab, head ducked and hands in his pockets but expression pleasant. He expects to be dropping in on a friend here, a chance to see someone older and wiser and not connected to the family to hang around. Listening to theories and engineering babble sounds better than another round of well meaning sister's asking about the outpost. And maybe just the chance to hide from all those questions.
His luck was never good enough to give into his expectations.
Bruce is no where to be found, the only soul left in the lab is Alan. Peter stares for a moment, turns around and nearly bolts for the door. He's not afraid of Alan, the man's not his creation, but Peter's tired of fighting after weeks of stress and shackles. Wanda would be disappointed if he got into another one so soon. It's not like it hadn't been that long ago since his last fight with Rinzler, since the reason for this limp came about.
He turns back around anyway, stands in front of Alan's computer terminal.]
It's just you around?
[He can be civil, he tells himself. He can have a mature conversation with Alan, something that's been overdo for months now. He can. Probably.]
When: 27th
Where: Science Department
What: An awkward conversation about Rinzler, sentience, and science
Warnings: Non-organic prejudice? Teenage angst? Will update as needed
[He limps his way into the lab, head ducked and hands in his pockets but expression pleasant. He expects to be dropping in on a friend here, a chance to see someone older and wiser and not connected to the family to hang around. Listening to theories and engineering babble sounds better than another round of well meaning sister's asking about the outpost. And maybe just the chance to hide from all those questions.
His luck was never good enough to give into his expectations.
Bruce is no where to be found, the only soul left in the lab is Alan. Peter stares for a moment, turns around and nearly bolts for the door. He's not afraid of Alan, the man's not his creation, but Peter's tired of fighting after weeks of stress and shackles. Wanda would be disappointed if he got into another one so soon. It's not like it hadn't been that long ago since his last fight with Rinzler, since the reason for this limp came about.
He turns back around anyway, stands in front of Alan's computer terminal.]
It's just you around?
[He can be civil, he tells himself. He can have a mature conversation with Alan, something that's been overdo for months now. He can. Probably.]