John Crichton (hooman_from_erp) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-27 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~bruce banner |
Who: Crichton and Dr. Banner
Where: Mitchell's bar
What: First meetings. And nerdery.
When: Tuesday after work
Rating: Nerdy
Open: ??
Status: Ongoing
Crichton sat at a table near the back of Mitchell's bar, sheets of paper and different colored pens covering almost every available square inch of the tabletop. His bottle of beer took up the only other space, and he only remembered it was there in the few rare moments when he wasn't scribbling furiously on the various sheets, jumping from one to another with seemingly no discernible pattern to where he would write next or what color he would use.
It happened, sometimes, where the equations demanded to be worked on. He couldn't exactly write on the walls, given that anyone could come in and read what was stored in his head, and anyway, it wasn't his bar to write on. He was lucky that he'd found a shop full of school supplies, really. He'd taken as much loose leaf paper as he could get his hands on, and was in the process of filling the pages rather rapidly. All kinds of equations filled the pages, surrounded by scribbled notes and questions he needed to check the answers to.
He'd sat back to drink some of his beer - this hallucination thing did have beer, which was a hell of a lot of plus points - when someone opened the door and his pages of notes all seemed to get caught up in the resulting breeze. "Oh, frell," he grumbled as his pages blew to the ground, and then he started scrambling to pick them all up.