gooseberryhigh | (no subject)

photo d8f8a8797afe8cb34b9d429b6eea6d9f.jpg

(it's a little too complex and small to tuck a note into, so he leans against the breakfast table to explain it)

"This motherfucker is a prototype of an artificing project I'm working on. I used an extension charm as the backbone of it. You basically got every fucking screw driver I could think of, a lock pick, a universal handcuff key, a pair of durable scissors, sewing needle, some other shit I can't remember, which makes this a great manual. I have it written down somewhere. I basically tried to imagine what an engineer and Batman both might need if they were to be kidnapped. But this motherfucker -" he pets the actual gem stone set into the ring, which is obviously the fiery orange of Coppertale, "is a homing beacon. You press it, and the gem stone of the other ring I'm making is supposed to emit a prerecorded message - I'm gonna need a sample of your 'help' prerecorded message when I have the shit for that down. I'm trying to make Robin a fucking durable survival zombie apocalypse type shit, so your homing beacon will be connected to his and vice versa. It's supposed to literally lead the other person to you. In case you're abducted by fucking aliens or some shit. It's like the fucking best BFF bracelet you can imagine. In ring form, because rings are easier to create. And they look cooler."

A lot of talking about science shit that Chris usually doesn't do, but it's obvious he's been working on this ring for more than just the last month. He'd started it for his senior project, because he wanted something that could act more efficiently than a two way mirror or a walkie talking. He wanted to see if he could make something that emitted a strong SOS signal. Only after the first anonymous post did he start steering the ring toward useful shit Trixie might actually use.

Then Chris smiles sweetly at Trixie, and says "happy anniversary, wanna be my guinea pig and test out the ring for me?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Trixie would literally not know what to say and just stare at Chris for a few minutes trying to comprehend everything he just said. After that moment, she smiles in a creepy ass way and whispers. "Fuck yeah." Trixie is gonna use the shit out of her ring and proceed to show it the hell off to anyone and everyone because holy hell this is the best thing in the world.

"I have the best okayest husband ever."

"Go forth, my child, fuck some shit up."

Chris gives her the thumbs up, kisses the top of her head (he's not sure when any of that shit started becoming common) and then jogs back to his own table basically.

But seriously Chris's goal is to create usable, sustainable rings that they can take with them after graduation, because this is their last year, and wouldn't it be bad ass for them as coppertale to retain something badass from this school?

Chris should just get a career after high school making badass jewlery basically

Trixie supports this and states that he can come borrow her lab whenever he needs it because apparently that is what she is going to build on the Youngblood land. Where else would people never look for a mad scientist lair?