x_maker | My brain hurts.

Almost 48 hours.

I have no idea how you LAN-party geeks can stand the taste of Red Bull, but I have to admit, chase it down with some Excedrin and you can keep sharp all through the night. I think I recall eating ... something on Monday.

Reactive frequency white noise generators were the easy part, once Doctor MacTaggart brought down the vibranium paneling. Stuff's a bitch to work without a plasma torch, though. So, of course, they brought me a plasma torch. I love this place.

Fiber-optic sutures, now THOSE were a stroke of genius. I can't believe no one thought of that before. Wait, yes I can. Because I'm the most brilliant mind on the planet, baby!

I helped save someone's life over the past two days, they tell me. And I'm not sure if that's more of a rush than all the caffeine. And, I mean, it was easy. No one gave me any shit about needing materials or space to work or soda or anything.

Now if I could only remember how the hell I got back up to my room. And where the hell my pants went.

I made something that saved someone's life. This is so cool.

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...It is Monday. Still. For almost another half hour. I hope you've eaten since last Monday.

Want a snack? Oatmeal, venison, some of the approaching-infinite variety Lorna's been producing? I've been chased out of the medlab again on the grounds of minimizing the exhausted people to the absolutely necessary and most experienced.

It's not MY fault someone grabbed me after I'd pulled an all-nighter.

Venison's deer, right? I think I had some when I was a kid. With all the carbs I've scarfed down over the last couple days, I think I could use some protein. And some Advil. Good god, my brain feels like God on a seventh-day amphetamine bender...

Venison's deer. We have a rather fresh one.

Protein and painkillers on the way. Also orange juice, because unless you've any problems with citrus, it seems like a good idea.

As long as it's not fluorescent green and tasting like a nine-volt battery, it's welcome. Because I am thirsty. Miracle working makes one sweat.

fluorescent green and tasting like a nine-volt battery

That just sounds scary.

I'm glad you were here.

Damn, Rahne beat me to the offering of snacks.

Either way: you get a blank check, for this. Anything I can do for you, you just ask.

OBEY THE LAWS OF THERMODYNAMIC CONSERVATION!

But since that seems to be as likely as finding a decent radio station up here, I'll probably settle for some assistance in the kitchen. Once I find my pants.

Aah. That would be the "anything I can do" part of it. Sorry. :)

Kitchen assistance it will be, then.

You did save Alison's life. Thank you.

Oh, you might be interested to know, Hank's back. Dr Henry McCoy, in other words. He's very impressed with your work - he'll probably hunt you down in the morning to babble at you accordingly.

Did you draw up specs for your final result? I'd love to see what you came up with - did some research on fiber-optics last year and I'd be interested at how you were incorperating them.

And isn't the plasma torch fun? Now that Dr. McCoy's back the interesting physics lab ought to be properly open again and you can probably get permission to play with all the toys!

Thank you, for Alison and for everything.

Specs? Didn't exactly have the time. Simple, really. Just an extrapolation on microtubular design using a wavelength-friendly carrier medium. The server room had a roll of .25mm optic cable, all that was needed was to unbraid it, whack the polarity with a pulsed magnetic field at the right frequencies, and spin it through that old sewing machine in the machine shop to get the right consistency and tensile properties. The stimulated photons can be absorbed from it along the long axis then, not just end-on, and the polarity switch just causes the sutures to fluoresce along a low-density multiphasic EM band. That way they don't get burned through.

Now, if you were to ask me WHY this lady was bleeding lasers - there I'm at a loss. Biology, even mutant biology, is way beyond my scope.

What you did for Alison, that is. Thanks, Forge. But Dude, eat. Red bull is cool. My soda of choice is root beer though.

You're probably going to be doted on by the MedLab staff for a while, just letting you know. Again, thank you.

Dude.

One. I think your pants are draped over the screen for my computer. Dunno, since I was asleep when you got in.

Two. Water bottles in the minifridge. Lots of 'em.

Three. You are awesome. Seriously.

Your pants are in my room.

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No, they're not, I just like making everyone double take. No sleep humor.

Good work, you. I seem to be on day slightly into night duty -- I'm the red shiny one by the way, did we go over that part? -- so I can't stay long, but good work and hurrah and Coke for breakfast still sucks. A lot. My teeth are rotting out; I can feel it with my tongue. I might be stealing your Red Bull while you sleep. Evil cackle etc.

Now. I am off to face my arch nemesis... The Med Lab Flooring. We'll see who's tripping who today, oh ho.

...Mouse? So making sure you get some sleep later. No potions in the food though.

You're just cranky because I made you double take.

I shall ambush you with toothpaste.

Mm! Minty fresh. You're the best.

My caffeine vector of choice for all-nighters is usually Mountain Dew or Jolt. Can't stomach Red Bull. Well, I can't really stomach Mountain Dew or Jolt, either, but when it's in a good cause...*shrug*

I imagine you'll be getting congratulations and 'blank check' offers from everyone who cares about Alison at some point, so consider me adding myself to the list. Anything I can do for you, just name it.

yes, yes yes, we love you.

go shower. PLEASE. I did!

and now you know why we do it :)

My brain hurts.

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Totally cool

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