Matchsticks Library and Science Lab

((So when slickenSoul gets back on we should probably carry on))

((i pmd scales yesterday i think asking him to come on and deal with us))

((so should we carry on as if he is not here?))

((Alright))

< uh i guess no one is here 3<

< shall we get back and tend to this little guy? 3<

*he says looking to the raven*

c[ Yes, he should be treated as soon as possible. ]

*Ms. Paint mutters under her breath*

( c[ The nerve! ] )

< ok let us get a move on, come on i know a short cut that avoids the town centre 3<

*heads off straight to the farm*

((sorry about that, holidays happened))
*Matchsticks comes out of a fire portal, holding one hand to his head.*
~Wow.... This headache....~
~Freaking last minute Time travel non-stop party readying.~
*Matchsticks looks around, attempting to see any people that may have come in and hoping they saw the fire portal's bright light, before tripping randomly. With a groan, he stands up again.*
~Sheesh, my depth perception isn't working very well either.~
~When was the last time I even slept?~

*suddenly a radio, that was not there before,is not plugged in, and can not be turned off*

*it lets out a burst of static before it settles onto a certain radio station*

*a calm voice rolls out across the room saying A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.


Hello listeners. *

*Matchsticks looks around. He cannot see the radio. It is almost as if hundreds are around town, allowing it to be heard everywhere. He begins looking for the one in his area.*

*knocks on the lab door*

< is anyone here? 3<

((I think technically he's here))

((I KNOW I HAVE BEEN IN COMMUNICATION WITH HIM FOR A WHILE

WE ACTUALLY PLANNED THIS))

((3 2 1 go.))
*Matchsticks stands up from a book he was studying.*
~Heyo Slick, what can I do for you?~

*shows missing arm*

< can you do anything about this? 3<

*Matchsticks flinches*
~Oh.. Umm..... Huh.~
*Matchsticks walks up to Slick with a camera.*
~It'll take a moment or two, but I just need to photograph your wound so the arm fits properly.~
*Matchsticks begins circling Slick, taking pictures as he goes.*
~So... How the hell did this happen?~
~Oh, and stay as still as possible please.~

< uh lord english ripped it off 3<

*Matchsticks trips over a book in surprise.*
~WHAT.~
*Matchsticks stands up hastily and stares Slick in the face.*
~HE'S BACK?~
~HE'S ALREADY BACK???!?!?!?!?~
~AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW?!?!?!?!~

< do not worry he has been and gone 3<

< now could you get back to my arm? it is kind of difficult tending to a farm with only on arm 3<

*Matchsticks collects himself.*
~S-Sorry, I just... well, I had some plans.~
*Matchsticks finishes the photos hastily.*
~You know, Equius could probably have done this too right?~
~Follow me to the Lab.~

< equius is not here, no one knows where he went to 3<

*follows*

*Matchsticks opens the lab door. The interior is marble mostly, the spacious area taken up by computer monitors, ritual sites, unfinished projects and lots of unfinished sketches. The center is dominated by a big worktable, with various boxes of materials across its surface.*
~Alright then, I'll just put these into the program.~
*Matchsticks plugs his camera into one of the computers, turning on a 3-D modeling program as he does so. As the computer calculates the measurements required for the robotic limb, He presses a couple of buttons on the worktable. A surgery platform rises.*
~Lie in the bed, if you please.~

*lies down*

< how long will this take 11? 3<

*Matchsticks looks at the monitor.*
~Eh, I'd say about 15 minutes.~
~Take your shirt off By the way, or the machine will drill it into your carapace.~
~By the way, would you like any magical adjustments?~
~I could add a flamethrower, or a lasergun, or a couple of spells.~
((Sorry, Got to go to school. FREAKING 8:30's!))

Gluttony walks in.
Hello? Anyone here?

< just make it serviceable, and lifelike, i do not want some cold metal arm 3<

*takes off shirt and looks up*

< who the fuck are you? 3<

*jim stays outside to avoid the not-master*