Chaotic System - Playground 1, *triumphant music* Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: I expect that you have read the background in the planning thread and have a character listed on the character thread. If not, please do both. . Also, do as we do in the other RP, and list character name and location above each post.

Let the games begin!

IC

Rann and Syke Viann, Research Space Station, in orbit around Mars

Rann stood by his workbench, creating some unkown object that might make it to the coveted spot in his 'used' pile, meaning that someday, he just may find a use for the invention. But more than likely, this, as over half of his other creations, will go into the scrap pile to be made into something else.

"What are you doing?" Syke asked Rann, coming to a halt beside his younger brother. He picked up a black metal object and inspected it. "What is this?"

Rann slapped his broter's hand without looking up from his work. "No touching!" he scolded, accepting the object back from Syke and putting it back down; still not looking up.

"What are you making?" Syke asked again, more insistently.

"Nothing." Rann answered as he put on a proctective mask, not to protect his eyes, because they couldn't be hurt, but just his face in general. He began welding two pieces of the black metal together, drowning out any conversation for the next minute or two.

Syke was getting extremely frustrated with his brother. "What are you making?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"It's for the ship." he answered, holding up the finished product. It was black and sleek, obviously to match the metal interior of the engine room of their ship.

"What does it do?" he asked. The object had a series of pipes protruding from a box, which had a pump inside. He scratched his head, utterly confused.

"Look." Rann said, pointing to the pipe on the top. "Here is where our engine coolant is going to go; because it leaks anyway. Anyways, it goes down through this box, where it's pumped back out into the main hold where it belongs."

"Why didn't you just patch the leak?"

Rann blinked a few times; Syke couldn't tell if he was turning on the record option or the zoom. "Because that isn't as fun, and it wouldn't allow us to do this." he replied, pointing to a smaller pipe that Syke hadn't noticed before. He turned a valve on the end and smiled. "It will also make the coolant drinkable; I put in a series of filters and lined the inside with some toxin-neutralizing chemicals."

"That's useless." Syke said with a scowl.

"We'll see how useless it is when we get stuck in space with no water." Rann answered as he pushed by his brother with the invention in hand; all that was left was installation.

Syke sighed and followed.

When the installation was complete, and Rann had a sip of coolant, they went into the Research Area to look for their sister.

[Megil Tel-Zeke]

Edward-Laboratory Room number 217, Chemistry Department, University of Mars.

Edward was sitting in the empty lab, reading over some notes he had taken of his alb work from the day before. His professor, Dr. trepe, was making some progress on replicating rithum. in front of Edward was a sample of unrefined rithum crystals, and three lab counters were filled with instruments that edward was using. He had been in the lab for two whole days, incapable of getting this obstacle out of his mind. Edward looked up from his plasma board in frustration, he rubbed his eyes.

"Why is it not working," he said to himself. Over the past two days Edward had made progress in identifying the elements that composed the crystal lattice of rithum. Yet he could not synthesize the crystal when putting the apropriate proportion of each element in a solution. He got a crystal, but it was sgnificantly weaker than rithum, and lacked many of it's properties. the synthesized crystal had a lower melting point than rithum, it was brittle, it was no malleable or ductile, and could not stand half the pressure rithum could.

Written on his plasma screen were literally hundreds of possible variations for the rithum crystal to be composed. But Edward did not know which one of the variation was rithum. He picked up the crystal and examined it through his glasses,

"What are you hiding, what is your secret that makes you so dam hard to replicate."

He was talking to a crystal now, he was definetly tired. he packed his plasma screen. Edward cleaned up and packed up some compounds and instruments. he left some others up, he would return after some sleep to try and figure the puzzle out.

he unlocked the door and walked into the hall, he nodded his head at a group of passing students. Several professors greeted him, or tried to hold small conversations with him about his work. Edward stopped and greeted each and told them that his research was going alright, but there were many snags along the way. They gave him some words of encouragement and continued on their way. Edward walked to his dormatory, and upon entering saw that, as usual he had several dozen messages.

"Welcome home edward," the computer said as it unlocked the door and let the tired young man in.
"You have 24 new messages: Message one, yesterday 5:00 pm:'Yo Ed it's John, I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me and the boys tonight, we are heading to the club to meet some ladies. Well you are probably busy, I heard Dr. Trepe has some new work for you. Well get back to me.' end of message......"
Megil listened to the messages, the ones from professors wondering if he was sick since he hadn't been in class, several messages from his friends, some in annoyance that he hadn't gotten their previous message, others congratulating him on the work Dr. Trepe had entrusted in him.

Well he got ready for bed, and lay down on his bed with oth arms behind his head, still pondering the chemistry behind rithum. Despite this- probably from exhaustion- Edward was soon sleeping soundly. the computer locked the door and turned the lights off and went into standby.