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

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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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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.

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

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"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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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

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"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."

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"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.

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"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."

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

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