NMQ 0: Sam's Story

[10:45 PM] Arkalest: "Sam."
[10:46 PM] Arkalest: Grandpa's voice filters through the door, the audio filters down for the time being. "Sam? Are you sleeping again?"
[10:46 PM] IcePickLobotomy: He grumbles and rubs his eyes as he picks his face out from the book he'd fallen asleep on, his lamp still on and back sore from sleeping hunched over. "Technically."
[10:49 PM] Arkalest: "Best kind of right, I guess." Granps sounds less tired and more good-natured this time. Outside your bedroom's windows the sky is a pitch black matte, split open by the occasional thunder- And fileld with the incessant droning of rain. A small holographic projection on the window so thoughtfully informs you that it's 9:45 AM.
[10:49 PM] Arkalest: "I made some breakfast. "
" A few hours ago", he adds then.
[10:49 PM] IcePickLobotomy: Sam stands up and stretches, a audiable series of cracks and pops accompany the motion as he opens up the door "That so, I assume Abby and Sarah ate already?"(edited)
[10:50 PM] Arkalest: The door slides open, and Grandpa furrows his brows at your state. "And they're up and about as well. Abby's gone with a friend."
[10:51 PM] IcePickLobotomy: "Sounds about right." He does his best to smooth over the wrinkles on his shirt.
[10:51 PM] Arkalest: He looks you over again, a frown caressing his lips. "Thaumaturgy and applied logistics again?"
[10:53 PM] IcePickLobotomy: He nods "Saw a refrence to asyncronius matrices, which got me curious about using that to add aditional layers of encr. ." he trails off before he starts to get too deep into theory "Anyways, was looking into some stuff and sorta lost track of time." He smiles sheepishly ". .  again."
[10:54 PM] Arkalest: He glances behind your shoulder, looking at the bedroom's overall state.
[10:55 PM] IcePickLobotomy: Its surpisingly neat and orderly, aside from a stack of books on the study, and the workbench cwhich appears to be little more than a mass of arcane instruments and workings.
[10:56 PM] Arkalest: "Well, at least you spared me the tirade about order. Good job." he says, good-naturedly- As he turns around.
[10:58 PM] IcePickLobotomy: "Well less time I spend looking for things the more time I have to do the important parts." He follows his grandfather
[10:59 PM] Arkalest: The living room's wooden table is covered in plates- Fruits, scrambled eggs, bacon.
[11:00 PM] IcePickLobotomy: "So," He sits down at the table "What's on the docket for today?"
[11:01 PM] Arkalest: "Counter-hacking." He comes back from the kitchen wearing a white apron stained with flour.
[11:02 PM] IcePickLobotomy: He nods and begins to eat his breakfast.
[11:04 PM] Arkalest: The plainbeast's bacon is seasoned with pepper, and the eggs have been done just right- With some added onions.
[11:05 PM] IcePickLobotomy: "Breakfast is good Grandpa."
[11:06 PM] Arkalest: "As always." He says- Pride in his voice as he trots over to one of the couches. Your grandmother's books on ballistics are strewn around said couch, brown covers depicting duelists of old in stark contrast with the green felt cushions beneath. He snorts at the sight.
[11:08 PM] IcePickLobotomy: He finishes his food and takes the plates into the kitchen, loading them into the dishwasher. He grabs a mug of coffee as well and rejoins his grandfather.
[11:13 PM] Arkalest: He is quietly piling the books in an orderly fashion, making displeased noises as he does so. "Bloody hell, Helena." He mutters.
[11:13 PM] IcePickLobotomy: He helps his grandfather move the books "Well we know where Abigail gets it from." He jokes