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Doctor Emmett L. Brown ([personal profile] doc_brown) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2012-05-26 03:53 am

[02] || [Doc Brown's Amazing Inventions] || [Open]

Characters: Doc, possibly Marty, Einstein (the dog) and You
Setting: Workshop (15th Floor) on Saturday 26th
Format: Prose or action, whichever you prefer
Summary: Following Marty’s announcement on the network, Doc keep working on his inventions and now accept requests. He offers free pancakes and free cup of coffee to anyone visiting the 'shop' too. Feel free to ask him to invent you something if there's something you need or just visit his working place.
Warnings: None. Marty working with him, he may pop-up at any time.


The first and most noticeable thing in the part of the workshop that's being slowly turned into Doc's lab, are the clocks. There are over ten of them aligned next to each other and they are all absolutely perfectly synchronized. On a table next to them is hovering a black and rather bland hoverboard, with the text '#2 Prototype' written onto it. Under the table was Einstein, laying in a comfy bed for dog Doc made him, nomming on a pancake.

Speaking of pancakes, there is a wonderful machine that automatically produces pancakes regularly working on a table opposite to the one with the hoverboard. And next to it are some delicious pancakes already made and ready to be eaten. Next to it is a coffee maker and a few empty cups next to it.

In the background can be seen the first requests Doc got, and started working on. There's a very long sword awaiting for its owner with a little paper attached on it "For Sephiroth". On the walls there are some blueprints and below the beginning of Doc's work to make that weapon. It's not very advanced yet, but it progresses.

Doc himself can be seen working on some sort of super-computer he's assembled using what he found in the tower- And improved greatly since his last attempts at simulating a time travel. He's wearing traditional lab coat and goggles. There are three screens next to each other, a couple of keyboards and a mess of wire and electronic stuff bellow. The middle screen is that of a classical computer, reading as follow:



………………………………………………………………………………………………… Experiment #0005
………………………………………………………………………………………………… Fifteenth Floor

TIME DISPLACEMENT
Mock-up – 38th Day
User: Emmett Brown
Recording: Off. Hit CTRL+F8 to turn the recording on.

Variants
Location: Ok
Atmospheric Conditions: Ok
Vehicle: Ok
Flux Capacitor: Ok
Passengers: _
Destination: _
Instantaneous Speed: _

Please input the variables then press enter to start the simulation




The left screen display the perfect reproduction of a Flux Capacitor with many texts and scientific calculation that are probably unreadable to most people. The screen on the right looks like a video game- It shows a weird car in the Cathedral Floor with nobody sitting in it. As this very moment, Doc is sitting in front of the computer, entering variable in the programs.
forsakenwood: (05; everybody just have a good time)

[personal profile] forsakenwood 2012-05-28 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I am willing to gather the materials necessary." A pause. "Assuming they are within this tower." Then again, if he could smith a sword, then he could probably smith some shots.
forsakenwood: (50; (said i need her))

[personal profile] forsakenwood 2012-05-29 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I will decide for myself what is dangerous and what is not," she replied, tone matter-of-fact. Difficulty levels would depend on the individual, and it would be in her interest to determine such things for herself.

She shifted her weight again, placing a hand on her hip. "I am able to set out now, if your material list is ready."
forsakenwood: (37; not afraid of dying)

[personal profile] forsakenwood 2012-05-30 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
She scans the list down, then folds it neatly in half and tucks it between her armor and her skin. "Do you require the gun as well?"
forsakenwood: (14; see the world fall in love)

[personal profile] forsakenwood 2012-06-01 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
She does as he asks. The gunshot sounds louder than it normally would due to their confined space, but the echoes die down at an acceptable rate for her ears.

"Quite convenient," she remarks with a small smile. "I appreciate this, doctor."