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Hey-o Luceti, how's it going?! This is Pascal coming to you from the super secret tappy-tap things! I've been waiting to come down here forever and get my hands on 'em ever since Precis did her thing not too long ago, they're pretty intense. I bet if I just plonk on this thing...

[Everyone is now treated to a few minutes of Pascal tapping the camera and purposely rubbing her hands over the microphone a few times. Now this setup is pretty sweet, way better than the outdated junk that was found further down the tunnels... Oh right, important stuff. It wouldn't be right if Pascal came down here and just talked, she has a journal for that, so have some typing.]

Okay, so a little while back me and some other guys all went off on this mission to learn about the droids. Not only that, but we went off to make sure all the droidy guys get super messed up! Not sooo messed up that you can tell, but you know, tiny itty-bitty things that are actually HUGE. If any droids showed up to drag you off to the draft then maybe you already know that they've seriously been knocked down a peg, or ten. Or whole stack of pegs!

Let's see. The droids have this endless zappy battery so they can keep going on and on and ooon, but a few of us guys tweaked a few things or whatever and now they're not so endless! Or they might just overheat on you, but that's really good too! Just not for the droids. I think there was some thunkathunk on the armor and joints the droids have, but one of the techies will need to field that!

What else... Oh, yeah, right! There are like billions of lines of code and stuff in those guys! There's so much that you could slip in something without anyone else knowing, but that secret something ends up being major pain in the butt. Or a pain in the crotch, you should all go for the crotch! Those droids might be able to calculate a kabillion different way to fight back, but they'll be totally stumped if you aim for between their legs. Not only that, but if the droids seem distracted or frozen then that was us too! Turns out that if you turn (this) into ((this) then you really kafrazzle them!

And that's it! If you want to ask anything then go ahead, I'll be here to answer all your droid-like questions and stuff.

[Or she'll be answering when she isn't staring intently at the laptop and poking around a little.

OOC - Open discussion. Threadjacking is definitely encouraged, especially as Pascal probably isn't the best at explaining the nitty gritty stuff in a more straightforward way.]

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[Helping with a battle effort through technology? And being publicly thanked for it? Sometimes Luceti is a very good place.]

Hello again.

Hey you, I was just talkin' about you! [What a coincidence this is.] How's it going?

So-so.

[Meaning "Not good, but better than it could be, and likely to improve soon."]

... So?

[Elaborate please.]

[Okay fine.]

My father went to the Lair and then this explaniment and I just want the robots so Jim will undo the... what the cat dragged in.

[... HAHAHA WHAT. Pascal bursts out laughing.]

I have no idea what the cat dragged in, but wowzers turtle guy. That was a mouth full!

[Don't you laugh at his disability, which he only has to put up with for a few more days. You have just lost a lot of friend points, programmer.]

[Once she finds out what was up with Don she is going to double her friend points, maybe even triple them.]

So what was that about your pop goin' to some lair?

No, my... Leo. He's gone.

Gone, huh? Aaand I'm guessing was a friend of yours or something.

[Well that's rough, having friends go home is a real kick in the shin.]

Did he die, or did he go bye-bye off back home? 'Cuz he might be back in a week if it's the first thing!

[More than a friend.]

No, home. [Trust him; he knows the difference.]

Awwh, I see...

[There's a pause, then a sigh and a shrug from Pascal.]

Sorry man, it must be tough. [No duh.] Wanna go poke stuff at the dome until you feel better?

[... You know what, he does. He'll try not to go home bleeding this time.]

Sure.

You do? Oh, awesome! I was expectin' a no there, but that's seriously great! I guess I'll meet you over there, once I'm done plinkplonking on this thing.

[This laptop man. This laptop.]

[Right. Yes. You do that.]

[Don will be waiting at the dome, pacing around distractedly.]

[Have fun waiting! The walk over there was long enough, but it probably didn't help that Pascal spent another quarter of an hour messing around with the laptops.

But she's here, at last, hands resting behind her head as she walks into the dome later on.]

Hey! How's it going?

[Ninjas are patient people. (Or, at least, they aspire to be.) Don turns at Pascal's approach, and tries to be philosophical in his reply.]

So-so.

So! [She'll just take that as 'still the same as earlier'.]

Let's go have a looksee at that console, find out what sorts of awesome stuff we can do.

[And over to the central console she goes!]

[Don follows gamely. He hasn't actually seen Pascal get her hands on technology yet, so he's curious to see what she can do.]

Now lessee, hmm... Ooh, that one is free! Lets throw in one of these thinigies and tappatap a little more over heeere, a plonk just... Just there!

[Despite the way she's talking, Pascal's hands seem to be moving very quickly over the console as she programs up some fun for the two of them. She's not going for anything too advanced right now, if anything it looks like she's creating a perfectly rectangular ice rink with ice cubes set up all over the place.]

[Don is beginning to wonder whether Pascal has some kind of speech disorder too.]

[When he sees what she's programming, though, he'll intervene to stop her.]

No cold.

Huh? Dunno how I can do this without a little cold... Unless I plonk on the stuff over here!

[A few more button presses and she's finished. It looks like she didn't listen to Don at all and went with the ice and cold anyway, but if what she's done worked then there will be no problems at all.]

It's finished, phew! Let's go test this baby out.

[And she's off!]

[It's not like Don has never done something stupid and reckless in the name of testing technology, but ending up in a hypothermic coma was not really on his to-do list today.]

[He approaches the door of the simulation room very cautiously. He's sensitive to temperature differentials, and he'll stop at the first sign of a chill.]

[Luckily for Don the room won't feel cold at all. Even with all the ice around it should feel room temperature. If anyone touches the ice rink or cubes then they're going to feel cold, but that's it. What's more, none of the ice is melting either!]

Y'okay, looks like it's working just like I hoped. You're gonna need one of these.

[Pascal runs around the ice rink to a weapon rack she programmed in. On the rack are a number of staves, of which Pascal takes two and heads back over to Don.]

Now let's play us some Shot Cube!

[If there's a thermal equivalent of motion sickness, Donatello is experiencing it now. His eyes tell him it should be cold, but the temperature he's perceiving is well within his safe range.]

[It's bizarrely disorienting, but Pascal seems to be offering him some combination of programming, sports, and ninja weapons, which rates very highly as a desirable distraction. He'll put his hand out for one of the staves.]

How do you... play?

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