"All right," Verne said. He wandered over to the workbench and wandered around it, looking for such a box as Jonathan had described. He didn't look long, but his imagination was peaked by a number of items sitting in various states of work. He found the box, partially hidden under a small, square rubber mat. He picked the box up and it was much lighter than he expected it to be. He took the box back to where Jonathan was leaning into the engine compartment and held the box out. "Is this what I am looking for," he asked. (( No question mark for the question? )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jonathan nodded. "That's the one, thanks." He took the box between the heavy rubber gloves he was wearing and opened it. A sharp crackling sound was heard, like bacon frying and a strange light, greenish in hue with flares of purple, shone into Jonathan's face. His curly hair started to stand on rise without a wind.... (( something is amiss right there... )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Verne took a nervous step back. "What is it?" His eyes grew large as he watched Jonathan lift a sphere, six inches in diameter, out of the box. The sphere seemed to be transparent, made perhaps of a think (( thick? )) glass or glassine material. Verne could see a distorted image of Jonathan's hands through the glass. The inside of the sphere, however, was a roiling mass of green and purple coils and sparks of some smoky substance. "It almost looks alive!" Verne stepped cautiously forward, and felt the hair on his arms start to rise. "Static electricity? Bottled Static electricity?" He wondered, watching the thin arm hairs rise. "How?" (( so much for standing BACK... *LOL* Of course, Jules Verne could NOT stay back! )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reluctantly, Verne pulled his eyes away from where Jonathan as placing the plasma sphere into the rounded opening at the top of the motor, he walked hurriedly over to the other side of the workshop. ((Aw gee, Mom! I don't wanna go to bed! I wanna stay up and wait for Santa! *LOL* )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Oh good," Justin said, casually tossing the journal onto the table and standing up. "Would you believe, monsieur Verne, that I had thought Jonathan insane when he first mentioned this little innovation?" He chuckled. "Dropping an entire room into the basement to keep it safe." He picked up his hat and cane. "Lunacy." He tapped the hat onto his head and strode out of his study onto the hard floor of Jonathan's workroom. "But as you can see, very valuable lunacy." (( expedient! )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OFF WE GO!!!! *whoooop*
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Date: 2008-11-23 06:37 pm (UTC)"All right," Verne said. He wandered over to the workbench and wandered around it, looking for such a box as Jonathan had described. He didn't look long, but his imagination was peaked by a number of items sitting in various states of work. He found the box, partially hidden under a small, square rubber mat. He picked the box up and it was much lighter than he expected it to be. He took the box back to where Jonathan was leaning into the engine compartment and held the box out. "Is this what I am looking for," he asked. (( No question mark for the question? ))
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Jonathan nodded. "That's the one, thanks." He took the box between the heavy rubber gloves he was wearing and opened it. A sharp crackling sound was heard, like bacon frying and a strange light, greenish in hue with flares of purple, shone into Jonathan's face. His curly hair started to stand on rise without a wind.... (( something is amiss right there... ))
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Verne took a nervous step back. "What is it?" His eyes grew large as he watched Jonathan lift a sphere, six inches in diameter, out of the box. The sphere seemed to be transparent, made perhaps of a think (( thick? )) glass or glassine material. Verne could see a distorted image of Jonathan's hands through the glass. The inside of the sphere, however, was a roiling mass of green and purple coils and sparks of some smoky substance. "It almost looks alive!" Verne stepped cautiously forward, and felt the hair on his arms start to rise. "Static electricity? Bottled Static electricity?" He wondered, watching the thin arm hairs rise. "How?" (( so much for standing BACK... *LOL* Of course, Jules Verne could NOT stay back! ))
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Reluctantly, Verne pulled his eyes away from where Jonathan as placing the plasma sphere into the rounded opening at the top of the motor, he walked hurriedly over to the other side of the workshop. ((Aw gee, Mom! I don't wanna go to bed! I wanna stay up and wait for Santa! *LOL* ))
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"Oh good," Justin said, casually tossing the journal onto the table and standing up. "Would you believe, monsieur Verne, that I had thought Jonathan insane when he first mentioned this little innovation?" He chuckled. "Dropping an entire room into the basement to keep it safe." He picked up his hat and cane. "Lunacy." He tapped the hat onto his head and strode out of his study onto the hard floor of Jonathan's workroom. "But as you can see, very valuable lunacy." (( expedient! ))
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OFF WE GO!!!! *whoooop*