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Post by Basil Voronin on Dec 1, 2019 22:36:55 GMT
 He really should have thought twice about Team Magma. Maybe then he would have taken into consideration that with a name like magma, he was bound to be dispatched to areas where there was nothing but unbearable heat. His skin felt sticky from only being there a few minutes, and he tried his hardest not to touch his own skin regardless of how much he wanted to wipe off the sweat. Basil set down the briefcase he had been holding and reached up with pale hands to pull at long green locks of hair with the intention of tying it back. A ponytail would not cut it, so a lopsided bun would have to do. He should have done this before leaving; at least then he would have a mirror. Internal complaining aside, the man turned on the balls of his feet, swiveling toward the current partner-in-crime he had been assigned: another piece of fresh meat like him. It only figures that the two of them would end up stuck in a hot volcano together. " Did you pay attention in science? Because I sure as hell didn't." With a swift movement, he leaned over and grabbed the handle to the briefcase, pulling it off the ground. Its contents--various pieces of equipment they were required to use--jostled slightly within. He figured he could just figure out how to use everything as they went. Experiments were all about trial and error, right? TAGGED: Noel Calderwood NOTES: volcanic activity errand!
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Post by Noel Calderwood on Dec 2, 2019 8:25:40 GMT
Noel isn't holding up much better under the heat than Basil. Even with his hair tied back and his sleeves rolled up as far as they can go, he's sweating like a Grumpig on the butcher's block. He sidesteps a geyser of steam, nearly bumping into his mission partner when he turns to him. " Fuck," Noel pants, " I was hoping you'd be the one who knew what you were doing." He did pretty well in science back at school, actually, but he's pretty sure measuring live volcanic activity wasn't in the curriculum. " Well, if all else fails, we can just tell them what they want to hear." He figures that if the higher-ups wanted real results, they would have sent real scientists. Or else they're just seriously short-staffed, which doesn't exactly fill him with confidence in the team's capabilities. " They just want an excuse to blow this place up, right? It should be okay if we fudge the data a little." In the heart of the Fiery Path, Noel stops and leans against a wall. " Let's set up here." He gestures for Basil to open the briefcase. TAG: Basil VoroninNOTES: thanks for making! |
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Post by Basil Voronin on Dec 3, 2019 1:51:22 GMT
Two idiots walk into a volcano-- it was as if they were the beginning to a bad joke. If they both did not know how to use anything they were given, then this experience was going to be potentially draining. There was nothing like trying to do your science homework in the middle of the sweltering heat. This is why school isn't in session during the summer.
"If all else fails," he repeated with a roll of his eyes, "I'm turning in a graph with a middle finger plotted on it." Among other things. Think they would write him up for making it spell out or show other obscenities? Probably. It would be wise for him to swing by the library after a cold shower to read up on everything he was going to need to make it in a gang of nerds.
Basil was more than ready to drop the briefcase again, and he did just that as soon as he was given the all clear from his partner. It clattered and tipped over, yet he managed to catch it with his foot before it could hit the ground. With a click of his tongue, he pulled his foot out and let it lay flat with a softer thunk. He bent over and unlatched the top before pushing the case open, revealing its contents.
"No wonder this thing was so heavy; look at this shit!" He pulled out a titanium tube that was easily two or so feet long and a vacuum flask. Left inside the briefcase were various handheld devices, probably to hook up to the larger equipment, a large yellow box with strap on it, and a couple of other objects that he had no idea how to describe. Big? Metal? "They never had any of this back in school," of course he never finished elementary school. His nose scrunched up as he stood and took a step back, trying to make heads and tails of what he had in his hands. Noel Calderwood there's no description of what they were given, so i looked up what they might have for on-site testing. |
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Post by Noel Calderwood on Dec 4, 2019 0:01:30 GMT
Noel huffs with laughter. " You do that. See where it gets you." The bottom of the ocean, maybe. Unless Team Magma hates the ocean so much it won't even dispose of their dead bodies there. He wouldn't be surprised. When his partner reveals the contents of the briefcase, Noel whistles in appreciation. " Looks pretty legit. Too bad we have no idea how to use 'em." He crouches, picking up each piece of equipment and examining it in turn. Unlike his partner, he was enrolled in a ludicrously expensive private schooling system for much of his life. This isn't the worst he's had to put up with. " Okay," Noel says at last, dusting off his hands. " I think I have the gist of it. We're supposed to be measuring volcanic gas." Nearby, steam bursts from a crack in the ground. He glances at it. " Finding it won't be a problem. Anyway, it looks like there are two things we have to do. We have to collect a gas sample with these—" here he gestures at the vacuum flask and the titanium tube " —and we have to measure the volume of live gas emissions with this," at which point he gestures at the spectrometer. Yes, he knows what it is. No, he's never operated one before. This'll be fun. " We could split the job up, get it done faster. Getting the sample is definitely more dangerous, since you'll have to, like, not get poisoned or suffocated, and also probably deal with wild Pokemon." He's aware Pokemon in this area like to take steam baths. They might not take well to a human's interruption. " But working with the spectrometer will be a lot more technical, if you're not into that." He smirks at his partner. " Take your pick." TAG: Basil Voronin NOTES: this is totally how science works right. thanks for the link btw |
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Post by Basil Voronin on Dec 5, 2019 0:55:41 GMT
He had absolutely no idea how to use this. He supposed this connected to that and then... Uh... Oh, good, there were buttons to press. The vacuum was tucked under his arm, pinning it against his side so he could mess around with the softer tubing connected to the machine. Sticking the smaller tube into the larger one was obvious, though it did not fit as snugly as he had hoped it would. Maybe if he just didn't move it, they would stick together.
There was a look of confused concentration on his face as he fiddled around with the vacuum, only half listening to his partner until he mentioned volcanic gas. Green eyes looked up in alarm, glancing between him and the steam erupting from the ground. They were supposed to get close to that?
He was going to plot so much more than just a middle finger if he got hurt.
Basil felt his shoulders slouch as he let out an exasperated sigh. "I'd rather get out of this place as soon as possible." He waved the titanium tube in the air. "I've got this covered. If it requires getting up close and personal, I've got the perfect work around." Handling the spectrometer was not something he was willing to do without an instruction manual. Since they were working blind, he was more than willing to let someone else do the more complicated work.
Moving the tubing into one hand, he reached into his pocket with the other and pulled out a Pokeball. A bright light released at the press of a button, and it took shape on the ground in the form of a Growlithe. She shook off her orange pelt and let out a yawn, blinking a few times as she surveyed her surroundings. "A Growlithe shouldn't be too bothered by the gas and elevated temperature." All he had to worry about was if she could stick the tube into the ground. If anything, Rosemary could hold the titanium end to the steam as it came out.
Basil hummed as he looked for a good spot, waiting where he stood for another pocket of steam to push through the ground, preferably no where near a Geodude or something. |
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Post by Noel Calderwood on Dec 6, 2019 1:36:34 GMT
" If you say so," Noel says, reluctantly gathering his assigned equipment up in his arms. This wouldn't be so bad if he had an internet connection, but there's a fat chance of that on an active volcano. Still, he thinks as he sneaks a glance at the vacuum flask and titanium tube, at least he isn't risking his life. As much. " Don't die on me. I wouldn't know how to deal." When his partner releases a Growlithe, Noel considers letting his Rhyhorn out as well. He thinks better of it a second later. Well-meaning, slow-witted Tessa would surely get in the way of his work, and there's nothing he wants less than a hindrance right now. Besides, he'll be far enough from the steam plumes not to bother the local wild Pokemon. It's another story for his poor partner. Noel heads for the fumarole that had ejected a burst of team as he spoke. Kneeling a good distance away from it, he strews the spectrometer parts onto the ground and begins to puzzle out what goes where. There's a tripod, a round anemometer, a yellow battery box wired to an digital datalogger on the inside, and finally a large metal contraption that appears to be a cross between a computer, a camera, and a telescope. Just looking at that spectrometer makes his head hurt. He decides not to think about it until he has to. The initial preparations are intuitive enough. He mounts the spectrometer on the tripod, trains it in the direction of the fumarole, connects it and the anemometer to the battery box, and slings the battery box over his shoulder. When he flips the battery box's switch, the spectrometer starts up with a somewhat alarming whine. Words flash onto the screen: Begin calibration. Instructions are not provided. " I have no idea what I'm doing," he mutters under his breath as he starts twisting knobs at random. TAG: Basil Voronin |
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