Re: Invention Time!
"All this talk about food's made me hungry."
Forge's dark eyes have gone distant as he secures some steel panels together. Despite the nuts, the corners don't join quite well enough for his taste, so he grabs an acetylene torch from the wall (next to the fire extinguisher) and puts on his goggles.
"Eye protection!"
That's all he says before he starts to weld the corners of the metal sheets together. However, he hasn't gotten very far before a spark lands on the particle assimilator, which seems to burst into flames for a second...just a second...before dying back down and appearing normal again. Forge raises his goggles again and blinks in surprise.
"That wasn't supposed to happen...Better check to make sure it didn't do any damage."
Popping the latch of the assimilator's metal casing...not unlike opening up a computer tower to rummage through circuitry...Will's small frame seems to disappear inside the machine for a second, before his begoggled head pops up behind it.
"Oh, right. Explanation. Well, while I'm thinking about food, I figure it'd be a good idea to make something that could get us both any kind or quantity we require. So I'm working on a replicator...that's why I needed the assimilator. It takes particles of things and stores their chemical composition. All I need to build now is a device to multiply and refract the pattern, so that we could get, say, an entire cake out of a crumb of chocolate. Or something to that effect. It won't be fancy...raw ingredients, the machine won't be able to cook them for us...but I learned a thing or two about throwing together a meal before I joined the X-Men."
He grins fiercely, his eyes shining with fervor.
"Wait until you taste my slow-burn chili!"
With that, he disappears into the particle assimilator again, at home in his natural habitat, surrounded by the mechanical and unnatural.