fandomhighdorms | Room #302

Rory comes up behind Ed, holding several white bags with the Luke's (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/21432.html) logo on them, and a tray of coffee cups.

"Hi," she says breathlessly, "I can't stay long, but I thought I'd stop by with some food and to see how Hank's doing."

::spots Rory behind Edward::

Hello! We weren't properly introduced last night and I would like to correct that now, especially since you were so kind as to retrieve Dr. House on my behalf.

I'm Hank McCoy. ::smiles and extends hand::

Rory grins and shifts the food so she can shake Hank's hand.

"I'm Rory Gilmore. It's a pleasure."

Likewise. We're still cleaning up, but you're welcome to stay and help if you wish. Or stay and dazzle us with your pulchritude, whichever suits you best. ::grins and bow-invites Rory into the room::

Rory blushes and smiles, recalling 'pulchritude' from studying for her SATs. "I can only stay for a bit, but I figured you might be hungry, and...yeah, I'd like to help. And dazzle," she adds, laughing.

Then pray pull up an undamaged seat. ::still grinning::

Also, thank you for the food; I missed lunch. What did you bring?

(OOC: My family almost exclusively consists of bibliovores. That, plus I used to tutor the SAT. :-P )

"Let's see..." Rory says, perching on the bed next to Edward. "I wasn't sure what everyone would want, but Luke's specialties are burgers and pancakes. So, that's what I have. Oh, and coffee, of course."

Ooooo, you brought BURGERS? Untainted burgers? From someplace OTHER than the cafeteria??

You are my new best friend!!!

"Stick with me, and you can get them for free," Rory says with a grin. "I have an arrangement with the owner."

What he said.

Burgers are truly one of the great American delicacies, the others being Chicago deep-dish pizza, pecan pie, and shrimp gumbo.

::closes his eyes and makes happy sounds as he eats his burger::

What the devil is Chicago deep-dish pizza? I've had regular pizza but I've never heard of that type.

*Commences chowing down*

::briefly stops chewing to stare at Edward, but finishes his current mouthful::

You and I are going to be taking a little trip this weekend, young man. And if I can't find a proper pizza place in town, I *will* obtain permission from the Principal to take you to my home dimension.

::turning to Rory:: Would you care to join us on this venture?

*props his chin in his hand and sighs* Hafta take a rain check on it for this weekend. I'm being locked in ~~the torture chamber~~ detention for that stunt in Geology lab.

::smacks forehead:: I saw the list but forgot you were on it. Somehow, I doubt that you'll be in the mood for anything except rest and healing after detention, so we can go out for pizza later.

Good luck with detention, by the way. I understand that there's a protected viewing platform; would you like me to come and cheer for you?

Sure, might as well. >.> ~~I hope I get to hit that bastard that GOT ME detention in the head at least once. If not five or ten times.~~

"Hmm..." Rory says, thinking. "Maybe. I have plans Friday night," she blushes as she says this, "and then I'm investigating locker 327 sometime Saturday," the blush darkens, "but other than that, I'm pretty free this weekend."

You're voluntarily entering locker 327? Have you suffered a head injury recently and not had it properly treated?

"Oh, I don't know if I'm going in. A...friend...offered to check it out with me. It's okay, we'll have a flamethrower and explorer hats," Rory adds confidently.

*laughs and then coughs into his hand* Bring me back souveniers from wherever you end up.

"I will, if we go in. I'm not sure we will," Rory says, tossing her hair.

Rory chooses to eat the pancakes, rounding out her very healthy day of eating only breakfast foods. "You, my good sir, have fine taste in food. We'll be getting along just dandy," she says around a mouthful of syrupy greatness.

::Hank opens the door. He's wearing goggles and a dust-rag tied over his head and is wielding a broom and dustpan.::

Thanks, Edward. Come on in.

*Edward pokes his head in the door.*

Wow. I'm still impressed at the number you did on this place.

Okay, I can fix the furniture easily enough. It's your smaller stuff that'll be tougher.

I'm rather surprised as well; I didn't know I was capable of such wanton and... comprehensive destruction. I think I was sleep-walking, or something similar, as the only thing I remember before ~~touching your face~~ waking up was a... unpleasant dream.

::sighs::

Well, some is better than none. If you could start with the bedframe and mattress, I'd appreciate it. I'm still sweeping all the splinters from the desk and chair into one pile.

*shakes his head* Sleep-rampaging is probably a better term. I'm just glad we got up here before you busted down your own door. ~~I don't want to think about what would have happened if you had attacked someone unable to defend themselves.~~

*Edward walks over to the bed and claps his hands, before laying them on the bedframe. The bed straightens out of the twisted mess it was in and becomes whole again. He repeats this process for the matress, then turns and sits on it, smirking.*

Aren't you glad you have someone like me around to clean up?

::shudders:: Based on the evidence, ::waves at room::, I'm also quite glad you kept me from doing any further damage.

::whistles as Edward fixes the bed:: I am extremely glad that I have someone like you around. ::grin::

::finishes sweeping up the splinters and starts sorting through the pile of rags that were his clothes::

On a different matter, have you seen Winry recently? I need to return the toolkit she lent me as well as discussing that repair shop she wanted to open.

Nah, I actually haven't seen her since last week. I wouldn't be surprised if she bought a ticket back to Risembool after a week in this place. *laughes* She's probably around here somewhere, terrorizing her new roommate with her wrench collection.

*He hops off the bed and looks at the pile of splinters.* Were these the desk and chair that came in the room?

::grins as Edward's description of Winry:: I gathered that she was a bit of a gearhead. Is Risembool where the two of you are from?

And yeah, the desk didn't take too much damage ::indicates claw-scored, but intact, desk::, but I pretty much shattered the chair.

Yep, it's a little town out in the middle of absolutely nowhere. For some reason or another, we warranted a train station.

*Pulls out a piece of chalk and starts to draw a circle on the ground around the pile of splinters.* Let's see what I can do with these, then...

Is it possible that the station is there precisely because the town is so remote? After all, if there's no other feasible way of getting there...

::watches Edward with interest::

That's a possibility, I guess. I've been to more remote villages than I can count that don't have a train station, some of them were easily two or three times the size of Risembool. *shrugs*

*Edward finishes the array (http://artpad.art.com/?imubu61bukvw), then sits back on his heels. Then he places both hands on the chalk lines. With a burst of blue light, the shards form themselves into a sturdy chair - but slightly different than what it originally looked like.*

This suitable?

::is almost finished sorting the rent cloth into individual piles::

Quite suitable, thank you. How do you do that, anyway? Given the plethora of abilities evidenced by the students and staff, I'm hesitant to hazard an uninformed guess.

(OOC: Hey, it's still much much better than I could do.)

Alchemy isn't an ability, it's a science. ~~At least where I come from.~~ Anyone is capable of using it, it just takes a lot of studying and a lot of willpower to properly harnass the energy to produce transmutation.

*Edward taps the chalk lines.* This array helps harness the energy and direct it - different kinds of arrays provide different results. This is one my brother and I came up with, it's an all-purpose array.

What I can't grasp is the people who use magic. Alchemy operates under two Laws, the Law of Conservation of Mass and the Law of Equivalent Trade - and the magic I've seen done since I got here quite clearly breaks those two laws. *shakes head*

The Law of Conservation of Mass and Energy is one of the fundamental physical laws in my dimension as well, but I'm unfamiliar with the Law of Equivalent Trade.

And although magic is apparently possible in my dimension, I too find it disturbing in how it "breaks the rules". Other than just blindly accepting it, the only internally consistent explanation I've been able to formulate is that magic-users are tapping into an outside power source and channeling it via their spells.

The Law of Equivalent Trade pretty much governs everything where I come from. At it's core is "in order to gain something, you must sacrifice something." *Edward smiles, although it's a sad smile.* It's a law I know all too well.

I suppose that the outside power source is a distinct possibility, but it still does not explain the ability to conjure things out of thin air. I need to get my hands on a magic user and quiz them on the uses of their magic - maybe the equivalency is something that one cannot see without a proper working knowledge of their ways?

::Hank's gaze goes distant for a moment::

Equivalent Trade sounds remarkably like one of Newton's Laws of Motion: "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction."

If you do manage to elicit a scientific, or even regulated, basis for magic usage, would you let me know? I'm curious as well.

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