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[artifacetious]

Congrats, you've reached the Claudinator. Leave one at the beep.

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[artifacetious]

It sure does, Asgard or not. [ The roaring fades away, and there's the sound of metal-on-metal before Claudia speaks again. ] There we go.

So what team did you eenie meenie at the signups?

[shinybaldhead]

Army, of course. It's -

[ He flips it to video then, amused. ]

What are you doing?

[artifacetious]

--cheez-its, warn a girl before popping out of her arm like that!

[ There's a fresh purple streak in her hair and she's waggling a wrench at him, then lifts her bracelet hand and gestures at the mess of metal in front on a bench of her. ] Working. Duh.

The army is what now?

[shinybaldhead]

The only place my power makes sense, really.

[ But he's a little stuck on - ]

Did you just say cheeze-its?

[artifacetious]

...my guardians were very strict about swearing. Roll with it.

[shinybaldhead]

Consider it rolled with. Just haven't run into someone else who substitutes food into conversation in a while. Which group you sign up for?

[artifacetious]

Sometimes I just make up words entirely, it keeps life interesting. You never know what'll catch on.

Engineering, what else?

[shinybaldhead]

Hey, I try not to assume.

[ His eyebrows go up, though. ]

You buildin' something cool?

[artifacetious]

[ She lifts a finger, edumacatin' him. ]

First lesson, everything I build is cool.

Also yes. But it's top secret so you'd have to actually come down here.

[shinybaldhead]

I dunno about that. Walking is a lot of effort.

[artifacetious]

It is. And you'd have to open doors. Probably several of them. A whole bunch of doors, with all that knob turning.