Office Hours, Monday, 11/10

[tyler_gone]

Sir Tyler of Narnia -- and yes, he was totally that in his head today -- was at his desk, physically going through the motions of preparing for class this week. Mentally, he was in a different world.

Somehow he, the guy who wanted to blow up cities, had become sworn to protect the powerless. Being trusted with something like that ... it was cheesy. But it mattered.

Life took odd turns. And that was without considering ... whatever the hell was going on with Tony or with Parker.

He was glad he'd gone to the wedding.

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[the_merriest]

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "Not just motion, you'd need some kind of ... way of tracking kinetic energy. Like. Forces and impacts. There would have to be a way to do it, I'm just not sure how."

She laughed. "Nah, I can make a gun any time. I add flamestrike and stuff like that while I'm at work, you know? This is ... different. It's neat. I like it."

[tyler_gone]

"Well, if you wait for there to be impacts you might be pretty far into the fight before the droids kicked in," Tyler said, getting drawn into this. "You'd need chemical sniffers too, to look for bombs."

"What's flamestrike?"