21:04 <~tubes|GM> ...
21:14 <~tubes|GM> Ah, shit. Shit. Shit shit shit. School. Tomorrow. What with all the gangbangers, explosions, cartels, and everything else involved with your new part-time job as a hero, not to mention the excitement of having suddenly gone from functionally crippled to NOT crippled, you had completely forgotten. Your mom, apparently had just assumed you were aware of it, and did nothing more than buy you some
21:14 <~tubes|GM> new pencils, with your first reminder being a reminder to go to bed early tonight. How the hell were you going to explain your new gadgets to your friends? If they were still your friends...you went through some tough times after the accident. You still couldn't pick up a brush or a chisel, even though you were physically capable. Even after you got your abilities, the hero stuff had been too
21:14 <~tubes|GM> overwhelming, and you hadn't contacted them. Hopefully they'd understand. Really though, you needed to figure out how you were going to explain the prosethesis. This stuff was a little more advanced than your standard hook. ||
21:20 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> ...
21:22 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> Shit. Umm... maybe pass it off as parental connections? Not that implausible. I really don't want to go back to basically having no fingers.
21:24 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> Dad's coworker is a cousin of a tinker? Something along those lines.
21:25 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> Eh, I'll figure something out. In the meantime, I start getting ready for school. ||
21:40 <~tubes|GM> This is high school, so really, your only preperation consists of setting your alarm, and going to bed early, of course. YOu decided to wing it on the spot. Hopefully you could come up with something convincing. The PRT would not be very happy if they had to transfer you and throw all your Branding plans out the window if you got outed. ||
21:43 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> Going over possible explanations, I head downstairs to get a bite of breakfast. ||
21:55 <~tubes|GM> Your mom is down there, your dad having already left for work. She gives you some bacon and eggs and hash browns ("Need a big breakfast for your first day!"), but pauses upon seeing your hands as you eat. "Um, honey? Your gizmos are showing?" ||
21:58 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> "Right. About that.
21:58 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> ((REDACT))
22:00 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> "Right. About that. I was thinking that maybe I could wear them to school. Pass it off as you guys having connections. What do you think?" I take the plate and sit down at the table. ||
22:05 <~tubes|GM> your mom really does not seem to like this idea. "Well honey...it's really not polite to advertise how well off you are...not everyone is as fortunate as us..." she trails off. ||
22:09 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> "I hadn't thought about that," I say, taking a bite of bacon, "But I don't think that anyone would really care." ||
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22:16 <~tubes|GM> "Well I suppose..." She's clearly not convinced by the argument, but her unwillingness to discuss your accident and subsequent mangling seems to be winning over. ||
22:20 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> "Plus, without them I couldn't really get any work done. But, if you really really don't want me to, I won't." ||
22:29 <~tubes|GM> Your mom pauses a little awkwardly, reminded of your dependence on them. "Fine," she says, " I won't say anymore. But be careful sweetheart, try not to let your...work...interfere with your school." With that, you're packed in the car and off to school. ||
22:34 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> On the way there, my mind wanders to glove designs and heroics, then to my encounter with.... what was his name? Ghost? He said he had an offer for me... I hope it's the refuse-able kind. ||
22:58 <~tubes|GM> Before you can finish worrying about your shady offer, you're swept up in the madness of finding your new locker, finding your homeroom, and getting there before the bell rings. You take your seat, finding yourself next to Carl, one of your friends from the Art Club. He preferred to work more with pastels and paints, unlike your penchant for sculpting. As you take your seat, he comments.
22:58 <~tubes|GM> "Jimmy? THE Jimmy Stulpe? It's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir!" He says sarcastically, as he goes to pump your in hand in an exageratted manner, whereupon he notices your delicate prosethesis and it's spiderwebbing across your hand, along with a couple of suspiciously metal fingers. "Woah, holy shit dude, what's this!" Oh right, he goes to visit family in Germany during the summer. He
22:58 <~tubes|GM> probably hasn't heard about your accident. ||
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23:01 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> "Well, Carl, y'see, I had an accident. I was working on a sculpture, and... it fell on me. Crushed most of my fingers. Really messed me up. But my parents managed to pull some strings and get me these. They're tinkertech." As I talk I hold my hands out so he can examine them more closely. ||
23:09 <~tubes|GM> "Wooaaaaah....shit. Can you still do your thing with the chisel? Our competition team is gonna suffer without you...the horror!" He seems to be utterly distraught, but you can't tell if it's because of you, the team, or maybe the fact that the teacher just walked by and confiscated the hot wings he was attempting to eat in the middle of class. "Mr. Akerman, you know the rules on eating in
23:09 <~tubes|GM> class. You, despite what you may seem to thing, are not descrete. Now welcome back ladies and gentlemen to another school year..." The teacher trails on with the usual spiel, then the bell rings and there's a bout of extra long annoucements. You spy Carl attempting to sneak what are apparently more hot wings out of his backpack. ||
23:16 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> Wow. That's... mild dedication to eating hot wings in class. How is the inside of his backpack clean? Where did he get them? So many questions. ||
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23:20 <~tubes|GM> The teacher, of course, immediately notices. "Congratulations, Carl. I believe you are the very first person to get detention this school year. I'm sure Dean Colston will be overjoyed to be seeing you again. Carl is shocked, once again, that he has been discovered, despite the fact that the whole class can smell them, when he turns, looks at you, gets a devilish look, and turns to the teacher.
23:20 <~tubes|GM> "But Mrs. Connely, I was just getting them out for Jimmy! He asked for them!". If he goes down, apparently he's taking you with him, despite the fact that you've done nothing but sit there and doodle designs in your notebook. The teacher turns to look at you. ||
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23:23 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> Dammit Carl. "I have no idea what he's talking about. I have no want or need for hot wings, sir," ||
23:24 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> ((redact))
23:24 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> Dammit Carl. "I have no idea what he's talking about. I have no want or need for hot wings, ma'am." ||
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23:28 <~tubes|GM> Mrs. Connoley was a former marine who had also beaten breast cancer via a masectomy. A buzzcut and decidedly flat chest did not give her a particularly flattering figure. She narrows her eyes at your accidental 'sir'. "Both of you. Dean's office. Now". Oops. ||
23:36 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> I shoot a glare at Carl. This was turning out to be a bad day. Maybe I can explain to the dean and not get in any trouble. "Yes, ma'am," I say, as I walk out of the classroom ||
23:40 <~tubes|GM> Carl turns to you. "Dude, nice manuever. I didn't think she was going to throw us out until you did that, but now we're free!" ||
23:42 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> "Yeah. Free to go see the dean. What was with those hot wings, man?" ||
23:43 <~tubes|GM> "I was hungry, man. Hooters had a takeaway special. Also, The Dean? Why the hell would we go see the Dean? Connley over there never reports the people she turns in. He won't even know we were supposed to go see him." ||
23:49 <Raccoon|Megacarpus> "Come on, man. You've gotten me in enough trouble for the first day of school. I don't want to get in even more."