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Empire Records and Bidet, Monday around noon (not open for business)

Lucas got up around 11 on Monday morning and set about clearing a large space in the store for Orlin to work in. He had a spare stereo in the back, just in case Orlin's work ended disasterously, and he had the tools Orlin had identified and the supplies he'd requested set up in the cleared area.

He sipped coffee and waited by the door so he could open it when Orlin arrived.

[ooc: Empire is closed on Mondays, this is locked to Orlin for stereo creation/installation!]

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Normally, Orlin bounces everywhere with great zest for life. Today he slunk in, and it looked like he was trying to avoid recognition. His touque was pulled low, and his jacket collar was pulled up to hide his lower face.

He carried a rather large duffel bag over one sholder.

"Hey." he mumbled to lucas as he came in, looking over his sholder as if to make sure no one saw him.

Lucas raised an eyebrow at the unusual nature of Orlin's entrance. One would think he had stolen or illegal property in that duffel.

"Orlin. How are you today?"

Orlin liked Lucas, but honestly, his love life was insane, and would take way to long to explain, and it could also potentially be very very tedious/insanely hilarious. One of the two.

"I'm good." He said gloomily, placing his duffel bag on the counter. He started pulling out various tools and supplies that he had brought with him.

He also got out the stuff Lucas had provided.

He laid out the supplies, and heated up the bunsen burner.

Acetachlorophmentazymr Glucide, fiber glass, liquid form, remote control, old cell phone, bunch of discmen, one watch, three blank cd's, and an old broken microwave from the dump.

"Good. I'm glad." He wasn't fooled for a moment, but he wasn't one to press. He was more one to observe and make snide comments, usually, but definitely not one to press. He watched as Orlin worked with interest, though he was wishing he'd brought goggles and possibly nose plugs.

"Where did you learn to do this stuff?"

The shrug communicated not only did Orlin not know how he new it, but that he just did, and that he used to be able to do somuch more with electronics and this was just childsplay for him.

Orlin looked up and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry. Erm, I guess I just have a talent with this stuff."

Lucas nodded thoughtfully. Orlin "just hav[ing] a talent" with high tech sound equipment was actually no stranger than anything else in this town.

Even if Joe was now convinced that Lucas was becoming a bigger burned-out druggie than even Mark.

"Have you ever considered patenting your designs?"

Orlin thought for a moment, "No, why?" he asked, as he removed the wave emitter from the microwave and started to wire it to a complex series of wires.

Lucas raised an eyebrow, but just shrugged, sipping his coffee. "Seems to me you'd be able to make a lot of money from it."

"Really?" Orlin asked, thoroughly in awe of the idea. "I might just have to do that then."

He dissembled 4 of the discmen and began to wire random parts to the other tangle of wires he had already put together. So far, it didn't look anything like the system in his house. Yet.

Lucas had seen bigger miracles come out of seemingly disorganized, chaotic processes. After all, he was friends with a surprisingly successful Gwar tribute band. He really was very curious to watch the process, though he knew he'd never be able to repeat it.

"Is there anything you need me to do to help?" Lucas sipped his coffee. "Some coffee, perhaps?"

Work like this, in Lucas' mind, demanded caffeine.

"I would love a cup of coffee." Orlin said absentmindedly.

Now to attache the vacuum tube he had totally taken out of the old washing machines in Mauvais Chance as he had 'fixed' them.

Lucas kept an eye on the construction going on as he poured the coffee. . . .

And so, of course, managed to first pour it on his hand, rather than in the cup.

"Ow," he said absently, as he adjusted his aim and filled a coffee mug. "Cream or sugar?"

"Four spoons of sugar." Ok, so Orlin had a sweet tooth, what about it?

He put the Acetachlorophementazyme Gloscide on the bunsen burner, and mixed in some of the fiberglass.

He had also put the wire mess into a cagelike frame and had added little chips that looked similar to nanochips, only they couldn't possibly be since these were slightly bigger.

Lucas added the requested sugar to the cup, stirred it thoroughly, and then edged over to place it near Orlin, while keeping well out of reach of the possibly sentient tangle of wires.

Hey, in Fandom, you never knew.

Then he soaked a towel in cold water and wrapped it around his hand, because stoicism aside, it hurt.

Orlin glanced at Lucas' hand and reached into his bag and pulled out a cream. "Put this on." He directed. He had made this after he had burned his hand on his first stereo while in production.

He put the cage in a sealed metallic looking box and poured the chemical and fiberglass mix over the mess of wires. Closing the lid he punched a couple of numbers in the top.

Now to work on the remote.

Lucas took the cream and looked at it. He sniffed it slightly. Then he shrugged and put it on his hand.

It did make it hurt less.

"Is there anything that you don't know about?"

Orlin grinned, there was definitely alot he did not know about.

"I don't understand,please specify" He said, looking over his shoulder and smilingmischievously before returning to the remote device he was creating. This was the easy part really.

Lucas noted the smile and congratulated himself internally for lifting the guy's spirits. He'd been quite mopey when he'd come in.

"Well, apparently your interpersonal communication could use some work. I hear there's a great speech teacher down at the school you could talk to."

Lucas grinned internally at the thought of CJ's reaction to this guy. That would be fun to watch.

"Are you insinuating that my word play is challenged?" Orlin asked, smiling as he stuck a small plastic chip in the phone, and began to reformate the outer case of the now ex-cell phone.

"Of course not." he responded coolly. "I'm merely suggesting that, like much of the population, you could benefit from a little bit of training in the area of communication." He smirked. "Especially since you had to ask."

Orlin laughed.

"Then perhaps I should go and ask for some linguistic help then?" He asked rehtorically.

The metallic box thing beeped and Orlin went to open it.

"Perhaps." Lucas sipped his coffee again. "Have you met CJ yet?"

"Yes I have. I met her outside of Mauvais Chance the morning after the party." He grinned, "She'd spent thenight over at a friends house and we had a nice chat. And," Orlin looked very happy for a second, "She's invited me over so I can see TARDIS"

All this while he slowly eased a clear box of something onto the table, and pressed a button that was glowing a llight blue on the side.

Lucas was starting to suspect that Orlin was actually using some sort of alien technology. But as long as the government wasn't going to come make him disappear for having it in his store, he was okay with that.

"TARDIS? I don't think I've heard of him."

Orlin shrugged, working on his totally alien technology as he answered Lucas' question, "According to CJ TARDIS is a phone booth in the park, only it is really a pocket in space so the inside is bigger then the outside. Apparently this pocket is very big."

He held the blank cd's infrount of the clear boxy thing and it sucked them up. It made a slight purring sound, flashed green, and ejected all three blanks.

"Can you pass me some real cd's please?" Orlin asked.

Lucas thought for a moment, then handed Orlin a couple mix CDs that he kept on hand for samples. He could always burn more if these got somehow wrecked.

"A pocket in space, huh? That sounds useful."

"It sounds fascinating." Orlin corrected. He let the sample cd's get pulled in, and then took the remote. It worked. The *wavey wavey* music filled the room.

"These are your speakers." Orlin informed Lucas, holding up what had appeared to be just cardboard cutouts with screening stretched over them.

Lucas took one of the speakers. Sure enough, he could feel it vibrating with the base. "You definitely have to patent this. Imagine the possibilities with a surround sound system."

Orlin grinned, "I will be looking into it, I assure you. Now, all you need to put them up is glue, or duct tape. Whatever you want. And they are durable." He demonstrated by moving to attempt to break it over his knee.

Lucas winced slightly as he waited for the speaker to break, then smiled when it didn't. "Do you mind if I tell my friend Mark about this? Considering the . . . violence of his shows, he might appreciate a speaker that doesn't break easily."

"Not at all." Orlin said, starting to put everything away. "It might be good for extra income." He continued smiling.

"I'll let him know next time he's in town, then." Lucas smiled. "Though I might not tell him it's made by the man who dislikes metal."

"I do like metal!" Orlin protested, "I was just messing with the kids head. Wait, thats' who I'm making them for maybe?" He burst out laughing.

"That would be him, yes." Lucas raised an eyebrow and continued smiling. He might have even chuckled silently once. "He's actually ever so slightly more together than he seems. He was much worse when he was younger."

"I bet," Orlin said, chuckling and pulling himself together.

"I can see why he might need stronger speakers though."

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