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| − | <div></div><div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">It is cool and comfortable in the nanotech lab at Zephyr Inc. And relatively quiet. If tou can ignore the bacchanalian orgy happening just outside in the hallway. The researchers in the room are giving nervous, confused looks at the door and at the strange crate of bottles that someone just delivered. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>And perhaps it is warranted, since some of the bottles start to shake and pop from their cubby holes! They quickly metamorphose into a quartet of hefty tanuki who move to guard the door, along with some extra help! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>One of the tanuki is none other than Fenris! "Hey there!" he says with a smile, "Just wanted to drop by with some friends to have a chat!"</div> <div title="Euoia" style="margin-top:2em">Euoia and hir fae-bots watched as the tanuki fell in to place at the doors before making their presence known. They positioned themselves in locations that gave the best view of lab and any other surprise enterences. Specfically air vents. Sie looked at hir watch and checked the time. "Right on schedule..." Euoia mumbled to hirself. Sie smiled to Fenris and gave a nod of acknowledgement before going back to maintaining a look out.</div> <div title="Rennie" style="margin-top:2em">Rennie - one of the researchers in the room - was sitting at the desk and writing something in her laptop, throwing an occasional glance at the door, the sounds of whatever was going on behind the doors starting to make her wonder what exactly was going on there... Maybe even take a look herself. But then, things started to happen. With her eyebrow going up, she watched the tanuki pop out like jack-in-the-box'es. Pushing her office chair away from the desk and turning towards the intruders, she slipped her hand onto her thigh, where, in her loosely hanging labcoat's pocket was her trusty pepper spray.</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">One of the scientists, some sort of leader if the looks the others are giving are any indicator, relaxes a bit at the appearance of the tanuki. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"It's alright everyone," he says, adjusting his lab coat, "These are some new friends of mine." Elias, the scientist in question indicates that the others should return to their work. "What are you all doing here?" he asks, then looks out the frosted glass of the door, "And what in seven hells is going on outside?" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Even as he asks, something outside thumps against the door and the sound of laughter can be heard. "Anybody home?" comes a drunken call through the door. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Just something to keep security busy," Fenris smiles, "So we can chat without interruption."</div> <div title="Conrad" style="margin-top:2em">"Bloody hell. Of all the days..." Conrad mutters a steady stream of expletives underneath his breath. The panther is fiddling with a series of labeled specimens on a test-tube rack, jotting down notes in a notebook on the adjacent countertop. Commotion outside of the room should be something to be ignored, endured even-- but this? A glimpse of motion out of the corner of his eye, he's apparently a few arms' lengths away from Rennie; a disapproving *tsk* and subtle shake of his head accompany that movement where she reaches for something concealed. The big, white coat-clad cat, meanwhile, lets his hands fall loosely to his sides, twisting easily at the waist to study the raccoon dog.</div> <div title="Euoia" style="margin-top:2em">Euoia flutters down from her spot up near the vents. "From the sounds outside, I'd guess a drunken frat party. Maybe worse." Sie looks to Fenris. "There were no drugs involved, right?" Sie sat on a table and kept looking around the room to coordinate with hir faebots. "I mean, we use tempered glass on the doors, so it shouldn't be too bad."</div> <div title="Rennie" style="margin-top:2em">Rennie throws a glance at Elias. Relaxing a little, but not enough to ignore the sudden guests. Her avian eyes following the tanuki that spoke, and his words about 'distracting the security' feeding into her confusion. "As long as I don't have to deal with all that mess, I don't care if there are drugs or not." she muttered. "I hope there aren't."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">Fenris scratches his nose and looks up at Euoia. "Is satyr wine considered a drug?" he asks, waving idly toward a few remaining bottles sitting in the crate the tanuki were smuggled in with. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>A strange silhouette appears on the door. It appears to be a pair of breasts pressed against the door and an overly large tongue licking at the glass. "Come and play!" comes a moaned invitation. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The tanuki grins again. "I'm sure it is fine," he says, flapping a chubby paw, "But security doesn't really like us in here. A misunderstanding, I am sure." He claps his hands and rubs them together. "Now! Why don't you show me some of this groundbreaking work you are doing for the betterment of man slash mutant kind!" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Elias hesitates, then nods. "I suppose we could share a little," he says, "You were interested in the theory of nanite-biological interactions, right?"</div> <div title="Conrad" style="margin-top:2em">The panther raises an eyebrow. "Do hope you didn't have anywhere t'be this afternoon, miss?" he offers, glancing apologetically towards Rennie. "S' a good time to phone ahead. Cancel any dinner plans, et cetera. Nothing to deal /with/, so much. It hasn't escalated into a hostage situation just yet." He mutters a bit further, reaching towards the countertop to flip his notebook closed. "Startin' to doubt I'll have anything this lot'll be interested in hearing... but if this 'un's already talking, might as well see where this goes."</div> <div title="Euoia" style="margin-top:2em">Euoia just shrugs when the wine is presented. "Maybe? Wine normally isn't." Hir ears perk up when Elias mentions nanite stuff. Sie plays with a little bit of light nanomagic to make some dancing lights, but mostly as a bit of practice. The faebots report an "all clear" with the vents so far. Euoia had little to do anyway.</div> | + | <div></div><div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">It is cool and comfortable in the nanotech lab at Zephyr Inc. And relatively quiet. If tou can ignore the bacchanalian orgy happening just outside in the hallway. The researchers in the room are giving nervous, confused looks at the door and at the strange crate of bottles that someone just delivered. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>And perhaps it is warranted, since some of the bottles start to shake and pop from their cubby holes! They quickly metamorphose into a quartet of hefty tanuki who move to guard the door, along with some extra help! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>One of the tanuki is none other than Fenris! "Hey there!" he says with a smile, "Just wanted to drop by with some friends to have a chat!"</div> <div title="Euoia" style="margin-top:2em">Euoia and hir fae-bots watched as the tanuki fell in to place at the doors before making their presence known. They positioned themselves in locations that gave the best view of lab and any other surprise enterences. Specfically air vents. Sie looked at hir watch and checked the time. "Right on schedule..." Euoia mumbled to hirself. Sie smiled to Fenris and gave a nod of acknowledgement before going back to maintaining a look out.</div> <div title="Rennie" style="margin-top:2em">Rennie - one of the researchers in the room - was sitting at the desk and writing something in her laptop, throwing an occasional glance at the door, the sounds of whatever was going on behind the doors starting to make her wonder what exactly was going on there... Maybe even take a look herself. But then, things started to happen. With her eyebrow going up, she watched the tanuki pop out like jack-in-the-box'es. Pushing her office chair away from the desk and turning towards the intruders, she slipped her hand onto her thigh, where, in her loosely hanging labcoat's pocket was her trusty pepper spray.</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">One of the scientists, some sort of leader if the looks the others are giving are any indicator, relaxes a bit at the appearance of the tanuki. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"It's alright everyone," he says, adjusting his lab coat, "These are some new friends of mine." Elias, the scientist in question indicates that the others should return to their work. "What are you all doing here?" he asks, then looks out the frosted glass of the door, "And what in seven hells is going on outside?" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Even as he asks, something outside thumps against the door and the sound of laughter can be heard. "Anybody home?" comes a drunken call through the door. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>"Just something to keep security busy," Fenris smiles, "So we can chat without interruption."</div> <div title="Conrad" style="margin-top:2em">"Bloody hell. Of all the days..." Conrad mutters a steady stream of expletives underneath his breath. The panther is fiddling with a series of labeled specimens on a test-tube rack, jotting down notes in a notebook on the adjacent countertop. Commotion outside of the room should be something to be ignored, endured even-- but this? A glimpse of motion out of the corner of his eye, he's apparently a few arms' lengths away from Rennie; a disapproving *tsk* and subtle shake of his head accompany that movement where she reaches for something concealed. The big, white coat-clad cat, meanwhile, lets his hands fall loosely to his sides, twisting easily at the waist to study the raccoon dog.</div> <div title="Euoia" style="margin-top:2em">Euoia flutters down from her spot up near the vents. "From the sounds outside, I'd guess a drunken frat party. Maybe worse." Sie looks to Fenris. "There were no drugs involved, right?" Sie sat on a table and kept looking around the room to coordinate with hir faebots. "I mean, we use tempered glass on the doors, so it shouldn't be too bad."</div> <div title="Rennie" style="margin-top:2em">Rennie throws a glance at Elias. Relaxing a little, but not enough to ignore the sudden guests. Her avian eyes following the tanuki that spoke, and his words about 'distracting the security' feeding into her confusion. "As long as I don't have to deal with all that mess, I don't care if there are drugs or not." she muttered. "I hope there aren't."</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">Fenris scratches his nose and looks up at Euoia. "Is satyr wine considered a drug?" he asks, waving idly toward a few remaining bottles sitting in the crate the tanuki were smuggled in with. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>A strange silhouette appears on the door. It appears to be a pair of breasts pressed against the door and an overly large tongue licking at the glass. "Come and play!" comes a moaned invitation. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The tanuki grins again. "I'm sure it is fine," he says, flapping a chubby paw, "But security doesn't really like us in here. A misunderstanding, I am sure." He claps his hands and rubs them together. "Now! Why don't you show me some of this groundbreaking work you are doing for the betterment of man slash mutant kind!" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Elias hesitates, then nods. "I suppose we could share a little," he says, "You were interested in the theory of nanite-biological interactions, right?"</div> <div title="Conrad" style="margin-top:2em">The panther raises an eyebrow. "Do hope you didn't have anywhere t'be this afternoon, miss?" he offers, glancing apologetically towards Rennie. "S' a good time to phone ahead. Cancel any dinner plans, et cetera. Nothing to deal /with/, so much. It hasn't escalated into a hostage situation just yet." He mutters a bit further, reaching towards the countertop to flip his notebook closed. "Startin' to doubt I'll have anything this lot'll be interested in hearing... but if this 'un's already talking, might as well see where this goes."</div> <div title="Euoia" style="margin-top:2em">Euoia just shrugs when the wine is presented. "Maybe? Wine normally isn't." Hir ears perk up when Elias mentions nanite stuff. Sie plays with a little bit of light nanomagic to make some dancing lights, but mostly as a bit of practice. The faebots report an "all clear" with the vents so far. Euoia had little to do anyway.</div><div title="Magnus" style="margin-top:2em"> "What the hell..." a certain feline would blink several times, his gaze wandering over the scene set before him around Zephyr's outer quarters. Dressed in a loose jacket, dark gray pantaloons and a pair of new winter boots, Magnus takes care when sidestepping the... fluids spawned by all the ahem, activities up front. Typical Fairhaven, but then who was he to judge? Were he not already sated in that regard he may well have joined in, but something else tugged on those strings of his. Something more powerful than any primal drive. The very source of humanity itself! Dun dun duuuuun... curiosity. He wanted to know what had spawned this sudden public display of people's love for one another. Shit like this doesn't happen without a cause, at least not on a scale like this. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> So up the stairs he goes, looking around, peeking corners and sniffing for strange scents. Nothing on the second story, so how about the thi... well then. He found a crowd, an odd cluster of misfits to be sure,and among them the most sus of all characters. "Coondogs." he'd mutter under his breath. Like a mirage from eons ago the distant memory of someone mischievous crosses that addled mind of his, that shape and these antics were unmistakable... "Zephyr really need to invest in better security. Normally this place would be teeming with guards! They seem a bit distracted right now, though..." Magnus remarks, that predatory gaze wandering among the crowd. "Gentlemen. Up to no good, are we?" <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> He really had no idea what was even going on...</div> <div title="Rennie" style="margin-top:2em">The hippogriff, called Rennie, shook her head. "I don't need to be anywhere, but here at the moment." She casually reaches into her bag, producing a bottle of Coca-Cola and... some sort of a glass flask? Not empty, by the looks of it, some transparent liquid sloshing around. The flask is tightly plugged with a cork. She smiles to the company of tanuki, while most of them were probably distracted by the voice from outside. "Guess it's break time?"</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">The halls of Zephyr Inc. are strewn with humans and mutants of all descriptions, most in various states of drunkeness and undress. Periodically there is a cry of "Bacchanal!" echoed by a reply across three floors as paws and claws and hands tip back bottles of wine that don't seem to be growing any lighter. Magnus finds a particularly vigorous knot of revelers in front of the glass doors to the nanotech labs on the third floor. This orgy pile includes several security officers usually responsible for keeping this area off limits to the public and at least one local Zephyr executive. The tanuki he is talking to frown through the frosted glass, while a buxom lizard girl who has been doing a bit of bumping and grinding against the sealed door turns her attention to Magnus. "Ooh!" she coos, "A new friend! Need a drink, kitty cat?" She waves a bottle at Magnus. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Elias launches into an explanation of some of the work they do here. Bringing up a 3-D display in the center of the room. "Most people believe that nanites change the biology of living things on a cellular level," he starts, bringing up a diagram of an inert nano-bot, greatly magnified, "This is not accurate, since manipulating biological cells would merely kill any living thing that they altered. Instead, the nanites actually REPLACE biological cells and alter themselves according to programming that they teach each other." It looks like this is going to be quite the lesson. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The three tanuki still at the door are looking at something happening beyond the fogged glass and frowning, but at the sound of the popped cork, one turns to look at Rennie with a hopeful smile. "Ooh!" she grins, "Are you sharing?"</div> <div title="Euoia" style="margin-top:2em">Euoia slowly starts using the light nanomagic to mimic what Elias is saying, mostly to remember it later or to explain to someone else. As sie gets the hang of it, sie slowly goes over the material again and sees about finding a way to explain it for dummies. Euoia constantly shifts back and forth between following the descriptions Elias provides and practicing the explanations. Euoia thinks sie might be catching on, hir Mini-NICE aiding that realisation on what the researcher is saying. The Fae-bots keep a watch on the room and the vent systems.</div> <div title="Magnus" style="margin-top:2em"> The feline declines. It is a little too early in the day for things like these, plus there was something else much more interesting at play that he wanted a clear head for. So... "No thank you darlin'." He'd answer, tilting the bottle with one finger back towards her own muzzle. "You have your fun though. Maybe we'll run into each other sometime, and have our fun then. Right now? I'm a little preoccupied." He then returns his attention to the group in the room who were very clearly not celebrating their independence from inhibition. Those twin golden irises snap between the coondogs as well as the other peculiar company in the room. "Then I suppose it is best I don't understand what's going on here? I will take my leave if I can't be of any practical use. ...Fenris... is that you? "He'd stare curiously among the three chunky striped bandits. </div> <div title="Rennie" style="margin-top:2em">The hippogriff smiled, nodding to that tanuki, "If you got a glass of your own, sure!" She does however listen in on the impromptu lecture. Her own field was in nanite chemistry, rather than biology, and even if the two areas were very closely overlapping, it was always a good thing to listen to people who specialize in their field. She seems much more comfortable now, even if she looks focused and a little tense.</div> <div title="Fenris" style="margin-top:2em">The lizard girl pouts, but does not leave, all but hanging on Magnus as the orgy continues around them. She seems ready to jump his bones the instant he shows interest.... maybe before. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The tanuki guards at the door seem a little surprised to hear Fenris's name from outside and one of them opens the door just a crack, keeping a firm hold on it, in case the party outside tries to move in. "You know The Ear?" he asks warily, keeping an eye on the moaning Zephyr Exec, who seems to be growing a small pair of horns, despite his no-doubt extensive immunizations. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>Inside, Elias continues his lecture. "The nanites, for the most part, rely on the electrical pulses created by biological life for their continued upkeep, which is why we do not see many actual effects of the nanite plague on architecture or non-living things. They will consume these things for added mass and material for their organic hosts, which explains the rapid deterioration of most ordinary materials within the Bubble." <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>The female tanuki grins and holds out her hand, which twists and morphs until she has a crystal shotglass attached to her hand. "Hit me!" she says with a grin.</div> |
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It is cool and comfortable in the nanotech lab at Zephyr Inc. And relatively quiet. If tou can ignore the bacchanalian orgy happening just outside in the hallway. The researchers in the room are giving nervous, confused looks at the door and at the strange crate of bottles that someone just delivered. And perhaps it is warranted, since some of the bottles start to shake and pop from their cubby holes! They quickly metamorphose into a quartet of hefty tanuki who move to guard the door, along with some extra help! One of the tanuki is none other than Fenris! "Hey there!" he says with a smile, "Just wanted to drop by with some friends to have a chat!"
Euoia and hir fae-bots watched as the tanuki fell in to place at the doors before making their presence known. They positioned themselves in locations that gave the best view of lab and any other surprise enterences. Specfically air vents. Sie looked at hir watch and checked the time. "Right on schedule..." Euoia mumbled to hirself. Sie smiled to Fenris and gave a nod of acknowledgement before going back to maintaining a look out.
Rennie - one of the researchers in the room - was sitting at the desk and writing something in her laptop, throwing an occasional glance at the door, the sounds of whatever was going on behind the doors starting to make her wonder what exactly was going on there... Maybe even take a look herself. But then, things started to happen. With her eyebrow going up, she watched the tanuki pop out like jack-in-the-box'es. Pushing her office chair away from the desk and turning towards the intruders, she slipped her hand onto her thigh, where, in her loosely hanging labcoat's pocket was her trusty pepper spray.
One of the scientists, some sort of leader if the looks the others are giving are any indicator, relaxes a bit at the appearance of the tanuki. "It's alright everyone," he says, adjusting his lab coat, "These are some new friends of mine." Elias, the scientist in question indicates that the others should return to their work. "What are you all doing here?" he asks, then looks out the frosted glass of the door, "And what in seven hells is going on outside?" Even as he asks, something outside thumps against the door and the sound of laughter can be heard. "Anybody home?" comes a drunken call through the door. "Just something to keep security busy," Fenris smiles, "So we can chat without interruption."
"Bloody hell. Of all the days..." Conrad mutters a steady stream of expletives underneath his breath. The panther is fiddling with a series of labeled specimens on a test-tube rack, jotting down notes in a notebook on the adjacent countertop. Commotion outside of the room should be something to be ignored, endured even-- but this? A glimpse of motion out of the corner of his eye, he's apparently a few arms' lengths away from Rennie; a disapproving *tsk* and subtle shake of his head accompany that movement where she reaches for something concealed. The big, white coat-clad cat, meanwhile, lets his hands fall loosely to his sides, twisting easily at the waist to study the raccoon dog.
Euoia flutters down from her spot up near the vents. "From the sounds outside, I'd guess a drunken frat party. Maybe worse." Sie looks to Fenris. "There were no drugs involved, right?" Sie sat on a table and kept looking around the room to coordinate with hir faebots. "I mean, we use tempered glass on the doors, so it shouldn't be too bad."
Rennie throws a glance at Elias. Relaxing a little, but not enough to ignore the sudden guests. Her avian eyes following the tanuki that spoke, and his words about 'distracting the security' feeding into her confusion. "As long as I don't have to deal with all that mess, I don't care if there are drugs or not." she muttered. "I hope there aren't."
Fenris scratches his nose and looks up at Euoia. "Is satyr wine considered a drug?" he asks, waving idly toward a few remaining bottles sitting in the crate the tanuki were smuggled in with. A strange silhouette appears on the door. It appears to be a pair of breasts pressed against the door and an overly large tongue licking at the glass. "Come and play!" comes a moaned invitation. The tanuki grins again. "I'm sure it is fine," he says, flapping a chubby paw, "But security doesn't really like us in here. A misunderstanding, I am sure." He claps his hands and rubs them together. "Now! Why don't you show me some of this groundbreaking work you are doing for the betterment of man slash mutant kind!" Elias hesitates, then nods. "I suppose we could share a little," he says, "You were interested in the theory of nanite-biological interactions, right?"
The panther raises an eyebrow. "Do hope you didn't have anywhere t'be this afternoon, miss?" he offers, glancing apologetically towards Rennie. "S' a good time to phone ahead. Cancel any dinner plans, et cetera. Nothing to deal /with/, so much. It hasn't escalated into a hostage situation just yet." He mutters a bit further, reaching towards the countertop to flip his notebook closed. "Startin' to doubt I'll have anything this lot'll be interested in hearing... but if this 'un's already talking, might as well see where this goes."
Euoia just shrugs when the wine is presented. "Maybe? Wine normally isn't." Hir ears perk up when Elias mentions nanite stuff. Sie plays with a little bit of light nanomagic to make some dancing lights, but mostly as a bit of practice. The faebots report an "all clear" with the vents so far. Euoia had little to do anyway.
"What the hell..." a certain feline would blink several times, his gaze wandering over the scene set before him around Zephyr's outer quarters. Dressed in a loose jacket, dark gray pantaloons and a pair of new winter boots, Magnus takes care when sidestepping the... fluids spawned by all the ahem, activities up front. Typical Fairhaven, but then who was he to judge? Were he not already sated in that regard he may well have joined in, but something else tugged on those strings of his. Something more powerful than any primal drive. The very source of humanity itself! Dun dun duuuuun... curiosity. He wanted to know what had spawned this sudden public display of people's love for one another. Shit like this doesn't happen without a cause, at least not on a scale like this. So up the stairs he goes, looking around, peeking corners and sniffing for strange scents. Nothing on the second story, so how about the thi... well then. He found a crowd, an odd cluster of misfits to be sure,and among them the most sus of all characters. "Coondogs." he'd mutter under his breath. Like a mirage from eons ago the distant memory of someone mischievous crosses that addled mind of his, that shape and these antics were unmistakable... "Zephyr really need to invest in better security. Normally this place would be teeming with guards! They seem a bit distracted right now, though..." Magnus remarks, that predatory gaze wandering among the crowd. "Gentlemen. Up to no good, are we?" He really had no idea what was even going on...
The hippogriff, called Rennie, shook her head. "I don't need to be anywhere, but here at the moment." She casually reaches into her bag, producing a bottle of Coca-Cola and... some sort of a glass flask? Not empty, by the looks of it, some transparent liquid sloshing around. The flask is tightly plugged with a cork. She smiles to the company of tanuki, while most of them were probably distracted by the voice from outside. "Guess it's break time?"
The halls of Zephyr Inc. are strewn with humans and mutants of all descriptions, most in various states of drunkeness and undress. Periodically there is a cry of "Bacchanal!" echoed by a reply across three floors as paws and claws and hands tip back bottles of wine that don't seem to be growing any lighter. Magnus finds a particularly vigorous knot of revelers in front of the glass doors to the nanotech labs on the third floor. This orgy pile includes several security officers usually responsible for keeping this area off limits to the public and at least one local Zephyr executive. The tanuki he is talking to frown through the frosted glass, while a buxom lizard girl who has been doing a bit of bumping and grinding against the sealed door turns her attention to Magnus. "Ooh!" she coos, "A new friend! Need a drink, kitty cat?" She waves a bottle at Magnus. Elias launches into an explanation of some of the work they do here. Bringing up a 3-D display in the center of the room. "Most people believe that nanites change the biology of living things on a cellular level," he starts, bringing up a diagram of an inert nano-bot, greatly magnified, "This is not accurate, since manipulating biological cells would merely kill any living thing that they altered. Instead, the nanites actually REPLACE biological cells and alter themselves according to programming that they teach each other." It looks like this is going to be quite the lesson. The three tanuki still at the door are looking at something happening beyond the fogged glass and frowning, but at the sound of the popped cork, one turns to look at Rennie with a hopeful smile. "Ooh!" she grins, "Are you sharing?"
Euoia slowly starts using the light nanomagic to mimic what Elias is saying, mostly to remember it later or to explain to someone else. As sie gets the hang of it, sie slowly goes over the material again and sees about finding a way to explain it for dummies. Euoia constantly shifts back and forth between following the descriptions Elias provides and practicing the explanations. Euoia thinks sie might be catching on, hir Mini-NICE aiding that realisation on what the researcher is saying. The Fae-bots keep a watch on the room and the vent systems.
The feline declines. It is a little too early in the day for things like these, plus there was something else much more interesting at play that he wanted a clear head for. So... "No thank you darlin'." He'd answer, tilting the bottle with one finger back towards her own muzzle. "You have your fun though. Maybe we'll run into each other sometime, and have our fun then. Right now? I'm a little preoccupied." He then returns his attention to the group in the room who were very clearly not celebrating their independence from inhibition. Those twin golden irises snap between the coondogs as well as the other peculiar company in the room. "Then I suppose it is best I don't understand what's going on here? I will take my leave if I can't be of any practical use. ...Fenris... is that you? "He'd stare curiously among the three chunky striped bandits.
The hippogriff smiled, nodding to that tanuki, "If you got a glass of your own, sure!" She does however listen in on the impromptu lecture. Her own field was in nanite chemistry, rather than biology, and even if the two areas were very closely overlapping, it was always a good thing to listen to people who specialize in their field. She seems much more comfortable now, even if she looks focused and a little tense.
The lizard girl pouts, but does not leave, all but hanging on Magnus as the orgy continues around them. She seems ready to jump his bones the instant he shows interest.... maybe before. The tanuki guards at the door seem a little surprised to hear Fenris's name from outside and one of them opens the door just a crack, keeping a firm hold on it, in case the party outside tries to move in. "You know The Ear?" he asks warily, keeping an eye on the moaning Zephyr Exec, who seems to be growing a small pair of horns, despite his no-doubt extensive immunizations. Inside, Elias continues his lecture. "The nanites, for the most part, rely on the electrical pulses created by biological life for their continued upkeep, which is why we do not see many actual effects of the nanite plague on architecture or non-living things. They will consume these things for added mass and material for their organic hosts, which explains the rapid deterioration of most ordinary materials within the Bubble." The female tanuki grins and holds out her hand, which twists and morphs until she has a crystal shotglass attached to her hand. "Hit me!" she says with a grin.
