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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday afternoon

Do you know what happens when a scientifically minded engineering genius gets a little paranoid?

An elaborate freaking Rube Goldberg-esque booby trapped common rooms, that's what.

Come on in! But watch out for the lasers on the floor, the bowls of whipped cream ready to tip onto you and the giant foghorn ready to go off if you trip an alarm.

Shuri herself was on the sofa under a blanket watching the ultimate in comfort TV: ~~Mythbusters~~ It's Science As Long as You Write It Down.

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There was whistling coming from the hall, as well as two cups of fancy coffee lattes from the Perk, because Wayne found himself in an incredibly good mood, and when one was in a good mood, it was just a waste to keep it all to oneself! But on his way to see if Shuri was in, he paused a moment to see if he might save himself a few dozen steps or so by finding her in the common room. He peeked his head in, had a look around at the impressive work around the place, and then found the Shuri-shaped blanket lump on the couch, and smiled.

And you didn't even have to look hard to find it, neither!

"Shuri!" It was almost all bright, hardly any brusque. "How are ya now?"

Shuri knew the correct answer, she did. She just wasn't feeling it, as it were, today. "Eh," she replied instead.

Y'wanna know what? That wasn't even close to the right response, but that didn't matter to Wayne today. Matter of fact, he could only see it as an opportunity, to help get Shuri to where she'd need to be to be able to give the right response to that.

"How are ya now," he tried again, moving his arm so that the to-go cups from the Perk were now plainly visible, "that there's coffee in the picture?"

He even gave the tray an enticing little shake, gave her a confident nod that everything was better with coffee.

"Is the coffee hot?" Shuri asked.

"Mighta cooled down a bit on the way over," Wayne admitted, taking a careful step further into the room and closer to the couch without setting anything off...yet, "but I'd say that'll put 'er right about the perfect temperature so's not to turn yer tongue."

Another cautious step brought him close enough to offer out the tray.

"But I'll let you be the judge of that."

"I don't want it to be too hot," Shuri said, taking the cup carefully, "because no one wants a burnt tongue."

"And you don't want it too cold," Wayne noted, almost sounding cheerful about the whole thing as he plucked the other cup out of the tray and set it aside, then lifted his cup with another nod, saluting to their perfectly temp'ed beverages.

At least, he seemed to think so, having a sip, letting out an approving sigh of a sound, and examining the cup with an impressed look.

"Now you can go ahead an' call me Goldilocks," he announced, "'cause I'd say that just right!"

"I am not calling you Goldilocks," Shuri muttered, sipping her coffee very, very carefully.

"Fair enough!" said Wayne, easily, because he couldn't really blame Shuri there, and he carefully made his way over a laser or two until he was at the couch and could sit down to join her.

"What's with all the booby traps?" he asked, once he settled in with another sip from his coffee and another sound of appreciation for just how just right it was.

"You can't be too careful," Shuri told him. "Ever."

Looking around for a moment to really get a good look at all the excess in the multiple contraptions, Wayne was pretty sure that you actually could be too careful in this case, but he was in too good'a mood to be pedantic about it. Especially to the present company. 'Cause if it made Shuri happy, then it made him happy, too.

"Fair enough!" he said again, with another drink. "Good work on it, too. Can't say I've ever felt safer."

Safe from what, he couldn't even imagine, but it would be hard to be safer!

The gremlins would rue the day they showed up in this common room! Rue it!

"Good," Shuri said, appeased. "I worked very hard on this."

It's why Wakanda's tech was so terrifying.

"Any spots in particular that should be avoided?" Wayne asked, figgurin' this would be two birds with one stone: he'd be able to enjoy Shuri talkin' about her work and prevent himself from experiencing it first hand if it could be helped.

Shuri relaxed slightly--Wayne could be trusted--and then babbled on for about ten minutes explaining in depth everything that she had put into the room.

It was...a lot. A lot of things.

Belle was cheerful today, almost aggressively so. She was just happy to be here at school, happy to be in the dorms, happy to be wandering the halls...

"Hello Shuri!" she called from the hallway. "You've decorated!"

Shuri nodded. "For protection."

"Oh, what you could need protection from in here?" Belle asked, smiling and entering the room. "What could go wrong in the school?"

Someday soon Belle was going to regret so many things from this weekend. So many. She was going to regret setting off one of Shuri's traps before that though.

"Would you like it alphabetically, chronologically, or by degree of likelihood? I have all three ready," Shuri said.

"Which order would you prefer?" Belle asked. She wanted Shuri to be happy too and maybe having the choice would make her happier!

Maybe the bowl of whipped cream that had just dumped all over Belle as she tried to approach the couch would help Shuri's mood as well. Belle was certainly laughing at it.

"Oh! Well, I do like whipped cream!" On a normal day she would not be laughing about having whipped cream all over her hair. Today it was amusing!

"Watch out for that cord," Shuri said entirely too late with a tiny, tiny smile. Her traps had worked!

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