gifts from the heart, AWWWW.

[requiresssacrifice]

Who: Rex Lewis, Ana Lewis, Odessa Wander, open to all
What: Rex has some going-away drinks after quitting his nursing gig and gifts his sister with a weapon.
Where: A low-key bar in Mog Hill and Ana's home in Syriac Well.
When: A few days after St. Kelley's.
Notes: I'll be tossing up two threads for Ana and Odessa, but if your character wants to run into Rex/has business with him and his engineering workshop which may or may not take weapons contracts, feel free to start a new thread. It can be anywhere/anytime, I'm flexible and can make up reasons for Rex about.
Warnings: N/A

Rex should never have been taken from the Barge. Certainly, he'd been making progress. He'd learned that mind control was, perhaps, not the best way to get things done (if only because it had ways of backfiring, and then he was left with the consequences), and that he couldn't always take care of a problem through blowing it up. He could even function in society (unlike many of the other inmates), put on a polite face and work a legal job out of the shadows, come home to a partner (who he didn't even feel the urge to dominate. Progress.) and a cat, of all things. Rex Lewis with a cat. How... normal.

But he wasn't ready to return to society. Rex could be... functional, but he hadn't been rehabilitated. For months, he'd been coasting along, but without any supervision, the slide back into old habits was simply inevitable. First, he began drafting up designs for Baedal-compatible weapons. Just as an intellectual exercise. Then, well, he might as well build a model or two. Just to see if he could. And now that he had a few successful (if less sophisticated than he was accustomed to) prototypes of pulse pistols under his belt, it would only be a matter of time before he decided to take his little operation to the next level.

Now, if only he could figure out how to begin production of his nanomites again. The limitations of this world were nothing short of infuriating.

Comments

[seeyaduke]

"It does, doesn't it?" Ana grinned a bit and looked around her abode. She wasn't quite proud of it yet, but she was definitely working on being proud of it. It was only a matter of time before every bit of it suited her. After being underwater, and then being in her husband's house and of course, the Joe Brig and the Barge, Ana wanted space of her own. Space where she could just move and breathe and live.

Space had become a very important thing to Ana Lewis somewhere along the line.

"Roasted chicken and garlic like dad used to make. Well, as close as you can get to it with stuff here. I talked to someone at the market and they suggested good substitutions for things."

[requiresssacrifice]

Rex chuckled as he continued to rummage around his bag. "Let's hope you're not cooking some kind of... magical, three-headed cockatoo that grants wishes." What? That sounded perfectly plausible for Baedal. His hands found the gun, holstered and wrapped in brown paper, and he pulled it out and offered it to Ana. "Here. I owe you a present." He smirked, looking more "Doctor" than "Rex" for a moment. "It's from the heart."

[seeyaduke]

"Don't worry, Rex, I know how to make sure I get the wishes first before I kill it and cook it." It did sound perfectly plausible, and Ana grinned. She felt more relaxed, and more at home in her house here than she'd felt in years. It was like there was no one she needed to be other than herself and it was incredibly freeing.

And of course herself was pleased to see the thing wrapped in brown paper, and Ana grinned as she unwrapped the gun. Clearly pleased with it, she traced her finger over it. "It's wonderful!" And it was, in her eyes.

[requiresssacrifice]

Rex grinned for a moment, then reached out to point out a few details. "It's best to keep it holstered until you absolutely plan on using it. The power source glows, and I couldn't cover it without compromising the overall safety of the piece, so it's not ideal for stealth or subtlety." Pause. "And it isn't as powerful as what you have to work with back home. But if you use it sparingly, it should stay charged for a long time-- it gives you less to worry about than bullets. When the crystal starts to dim, come to me for a new one."

[seeyaduke]

Ana always kept her gun holstered unless she planned to use it here. Her time on the Barge had taught her how ridiculous their world had been especially when it came to weapons. Occasionally she'd needed to rely on skills of subtlety; not something that were often needed at home. "It's nice to have an energy weapon again; bullets are so messy." For the amount of killing people that Ana had done in the past, she really disliked blood.

"Thank you, Rex, I mean it." Hugging him again, Ana gestured toward the obscenely large and windowed kitchen. "How are things going otherwise?"