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[originallutece]

 someday this'll be pretty but for right now it's just a link! 

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[originallutece]

Anything can be abused if you're clever enough. More important: creating an accurate signal. I'd like to watch you while you work.

[The gentle implication here is that she assumes that once she knows more, she can in fact make this better than him. It's a pretty rude assumption.]

[webshoots]

[ that is

not the response he entirely wanted, but fine, whatever. ]

Sure. [ sure it can be abused if you're clever enough, or sure she can watch him? who knows. ] The biggest challenge here is just getting your hands on the right equipment.

[originallutece]

I'm rather aware. The amount of equipment in my laboratory that's nothing but junk metal re-purposed . . .

In any case. Yes is my official answer, and given I'd like to watch you work, as soon as possible would be preferable.

1/2

[webshoots]

[ "as soon as possible" GIRL


GIRL.

(but also ugh HOW IS HE GOING TO MAKE THE WEBFLUID WITHOUT HER WATCHING? that's the real question here.

(he'll figure it out later.) ]

[webshoots]

That's fine.

Thanks, by the way.

I'll be there soon.

[ but like, word to the wise: peter's definition of 'soon' is absolutely not in line with anyone else's definition of soon. ]

[originallutece]

[If he isn't there within an hour she will be calling him again, ring ring bitch where the fuck are you.]

[webshoots]

[ he does manage to get there within the hour, so fortunately for him he gets to miss out on the joy of being harangued, but it's a close run thing.

privately, he's not sure if he's going to end up regretting this intensely, but it's a done deal now and he really needs to make some more webfluid. a basic version of the spider-tracers would come in useful regardless and he'd half-started making them anyway, having previously requested some of the parts through rastus and scavenging anything else he could find that he thought would come in useful from beacon and the village. ]

—Madam Lutece? [ he asks, stood in the doorway, rucksack in one hand and half-open, lantern poking out of the top. ]

[originallutece]

[This lab isn't up to her usual standards, not at all, but they're getting there. It already smells a bit more like it should: full of sharp chemicals and a hint of burnt something or another. She's working on something, but as he comes in, she turns, pushing up her goggles to look at him.]

Hello.

I cleared off a station for you, right there.

[Right next to hers, just so she can really observe.]

Let me know what you need; organization in here is still rather shoddy, I'm afraid, until I can build a more reliable storage system.