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screwloose) wrote2009-03-02 09:00 pm
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[RL with Junpei]
Stein's laboratory was...impressive, and rather creepy. It was an oddly-shaped building, like several huge stone boxes all jumbled together with small windows. The largest part was shaped like an arrow, thrusting upwards towards the sky. Lines of what looked like stitching crawled across the face of the building, each 'stitch' at least a foot long.
The building was surrounded by a wrought-iron fence, the top a forest of points, and there were several scraggly trees planted around the grounds. The trees were devoid of leaves, and each branch ended in an arrowpoint.
A whirring sound could be heard by Junpei's foot and he might look down to see a mouse scuttling by, but the mouse looked and sounded mechanical, its skin formed of random patches of fabric all stitched together roughly.
Welcome to Dr. Franken Stein's Laboratory.
The building was surrounded by a wrought-iron fence, the top a forest of points, and there were several scraggly trees planted around the grounds. The trees were devoid of leaves, and each branch ended in an arrowpoint.
A whirring sound could be heard by Junpei's foot and he might look down to see a mouse scuttling by, but the mouse looked and sounded mechanical, its skin formed of random patches of fabric all stitched together roughly.
Welcome to Dr. Franken Stein's Laboratory.
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He stared at the flame and waited for something to happen, trying to think about himself. He sucked at math. And English. And Composition. And school in general. But he remembered that. He liked baseball. Wait, he remembered that too.
Did Trismegistus like baseball? Or maybe he had that thing do his homework...
... He didn't think that was relevant to his missing memories.
"Uh... How do I tell when this is working?" he said finally, still staring at the flame, tilting his head slowly to the side. "'Cause so far, I don't think I've got it, dude."