[A general-purpose thread for goings-on in Albedo's little basement lab. Any deliveries, inquiries, or general in-person muse-bothering can go here! (ยดโ`)๏ฝ]
[Status: Barren. Despite the flourishing garden outside, there is hardly any equipment here, only a couple of improvised workbenches, a few scrounged-up materials, and some glassware that looks like it was stolen from a kitchen...]
[NOTE: Before the 30th, there is a glass orb sitting on one of the workbenches. After the 30th, there is a fine sprinkling of glass shards on the floor, an overturned workbench, and... no Albedo. Huh.]
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Edited 2022-11-28 06:55 (UTC)
date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
[ Well, Albedo, here comes the immense feather guy into your lab with a bunch of pretty little vials full of long-dried blood. They're marked apart by little strips of ribbon tied around their necks, all different colors -- under his arm he's also got some sheaves of paper, and a little satchel with... something or other in there.
They'd talked about what he was doing here, of course -- about five hours ago, when Kuja touched down from the sky abruptly beside him as he walked about town, and gave Albedo the opening salvo of, "I remembered something. How good are you with blood?"
He follows Albedo in to the lab, and then waits, expectantly, glancing around at surfaces that look vaguely empty of clutter but not wanting to be that asshole that lays random stuff down in someone else's workspace. It's not that he as a moral objection to being that asshole, he's just not gonna sully a working relationship like that when he knows better. ]
Edited 2022-12-02 00:04 (UTC)
Re: date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
[There's a workbench (a dining room table, really) where... it's not that there's no clutter, it's that all the clutter has been pushed up against the wall. There's an assortment of notes pinned to the wall with thin spikes of yellow crystal. Instead of labware, he has Mason jars and wineglasses, along with a very crude still constructed from two jars, a garden hose, and some more crystalline growths.]
[Also, there's a chunk of the floor that someone seems to have gently convinced to go and melt into the far wall, and a patch of bare dirt where it was peeled up from.]
As you can see, it isn't much. The microscope will be a necessary next step...
[Albedo pulls a sliver of crystal out of the wall, spearing the paper it was holding on a different spike, like a butcher bird. In his hand, the crystal melts like butter, and he reshapes it into a crude yellow lens. He holds it up, peering at Kuja through it.]
( she'd meant to come in sooner rather than later, but. well.
the church sort of caught fire? it caught fire. and then she hurt herself trying to be useful again because it turns out running into the night across the town when you've been recovering from strain is incredibly straining.
it's fine.
she's fine.
except not really but it's whatever.
aoi arrives midday, curious and concerned alike- on one hand, she's not sure what to expect from this. on the other, she's not sure what to expect from this.
but she may as well cut to the heart of things. once she politely announces herself, she removes her mittens to show... well. they've seen better days. )
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Albedo's Laboratory
[Status: Barren. Despite the flourishing garden outside, there is hardly any equipment here, only a couple of improvised workbenches, a few scrounged-up materials, and some glassware that looks like it was stolen from a kitchen...]
[NOTE: Before the 30th, there is a glass orb sitting on one of the workbenches. After the 30th, there is a fine sprinkling of glass shards on the floor, an overturned workbench, and... no Albedo. Huh.]
Character:Date:date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
They'd talked about what he was doing here, of course -- about five hours ago, when Kuja touched down from the sky abruptly beside him as he walked about town, and gave Albedo the opening salvo of, "I remembered something. How good are you with blood?"
He follows Albedo in to the lab, and then waits, expectantly, glancing around at surfaces that look vaguely empty of clutter but not wanting to be that asshole that lays random stuff down in someone else's workspace. It's not that he as a moral objection to being that asshole, he's just not gonna sully a working relationship like that when he knows better. ]
Re: date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
[Also, there's a chunk of the floor that someone seems to have gently convinced to go and melt into the far wall, and a patch of bare dirt where it was peeled up from.]
As you can see, it isn't much. The microscope will be a necessary next step...
[Albedo pulls a sliver of crystal out of the wall, spearing the paper it was holding on a different spike, like a butcher bird. In his hand, the crystal melts like butter, and he reshapes it into a crude yellow lens. He holds it up, peering at Kuja through it.]
Hm... looking a little jaundiced.
12/5, between chaos.
the church sort of caught fire? it caught fire. and then she hurt herself trying to be useful again because it turns out running into the night across the town when you've been recovering from strain is incredibly straining.
it's fine.
she's fine.
except not really but it's whatever.
aoi arrives midday, curious and concerned alike- on one hand, she's not sure what to expect from this. on the other, she's not sure what to expect from this.
but she may as well cut to the heart of things. once she politely announces herself, she removes her mittens to show... well. they've seen better days. )