5928/LEGOMOTION

LEGOMOTION
Date of Scene:	13 April 2021
Location:	Penthouse - Kord Co
Synopsis:	LEGO Rollercoasters, A Pep talk, and Pizza
Cast of Characters:	Ted Kord, Joan Wright

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Ted Kord has posed:
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Ted is giving his trampoline a workout, as is his wont when he is deep in thought. Deep thoughts in deed. Every few bounces, a double back flip to break the monotony. He watches the huge pile of Legos taking up his floor and coffee table. Surely to bound on to those would be instant death. Boing

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Joan Wright has posed:
It is well after the final minute of the workday. With it being a Monday the percieved passage of time was longer than usual. And short of banging a head against a desk repeatedly there is the promise of doing something fun after work to keep people going.

So what was the promise of fun that one Ted Kord and Joan Wright had? Well, blame YouTube.

While Joan figured out the structural integrity of the LEGO track setup running up and down the walls of Ted's place, the owner of said venue has excused himself to hop on the trampoline. It is appearent who suggested building the LEGO roller coaster in the first place. But no matter. They're having fun their own way. And there's a promise of pizza later.

Joan smiles as she finds another one of the pieces she needs to reinforce the latest hill of the coaster. "We need to sort these out sometime."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord nods, though you might miss it. "Bobo... sort. Drones, assist. Number three get containers."

The drones were in a circling pattern. After hearing the orders, though interrupted by boings, they fall to work attacking the Legos with savage though organized fury. Legos begin to fly into the bins provided by number three.

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"Joan you ever feel like you missed your calling, your fifteen minutes of fame, your destiny? Why I should feel that way? I'm back in the League. I helped beat the Joker, I'm besties with Spider-Man... I have four percent body fat."

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan pauses in the assembly process as she watches the drones start to make little time of the chaotic mess. When the one in her hand is taken and tossed into a bin she snaps out of it. "HEY! Give that one back!"

There's a pause before the piece thief roots through the bin to pick it back out. The architect looks down to the piece and then to the bin it had been tossed in to. "Huh."

Joan glances over to Ted. "...Aren't you a bit young to be having the mid-life crisis, Ted?" She turns to look back to the assembly process. "I never really felt the need to be in the spotlight. I kind of prefer working behind the scenes." Moving on her knees, she starts to stretch over to put the piece on before she looks to the bin containing like pieces. She pushes those over first before scootching her self closer to the building area. "Being on that game show was mortifying enough."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord jumps out and away landing in a sitting position on the sofa. "Not so much mid life crisis. More like... I'm good at pushing technology to its limits and beyond. But... I never made something /new/ I'm kind of an Edison in a world of Teslas. Not that I'm otherwise like him. Don't give a damn who played him in the movies. He was a crook."

"I mean Unstable molecules, time travel, size morphing. Even Peter is doing stuff I struggle to keep up with. I hack stuff like none other. I just wish I had something I could call mine."

Joan Wright has posed:
"Hmm." Joan looks back over to Ted. Moving her hands away from the LEGO bin. "Do you know what an original invention or discovery basically is? A rough draft. And without others to go over the work, to improve on it. It's just going to be one big unusable mess."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord frowns. "Those drafts are ultimately what change the world. I know that whole thing about invention being a tenth inspiration and nine tenths perspiration. I'm just wondering if I have any original thoughts. If I have a real creative spark. I idolized Dr. Richards when I has a kid. I want to do something like he did, does, is doing. I'm going to do it too. I'm a dangerous fellow when I set my mind to something."

Joan Wright has posed:
"But will those drafts be allowed to change the world if no one bothers looking at it?" Joan asks. This one she doesn't answer immediately. Hearing the knock at the door, she pushes herself up.

"Don't sell yourself short, Mr. Kord. You have plenty of time to come up with a rough draft. But, take pride in what you have accomplished already. There are people who wish to be in your shoes." She gives a small smile before looking back to the door. "Pizza's here."