Saturn Valley, Trip 1: Meeting with Dr. Saturnious!

[Zenthor]

"Anything that hits hard will do, but a whip or belt or piece of string with stuff on the end of it would be better."

[Halbarad]

"I expect I could whip up a weapon out of any spare junk you've got lying around. I had some ideas from some of the scrap I got from my trip to the alien junkyard, but I'll have to try it out to see if it'll work. Do you have someplace out of the way where I could work for a few hours?"

[Brian]

"If they don't, we could go to my village," Liao offers.  "There's plenty of space.  And many skilled warriors."  He frowns.  "I don't know if we have enough time for training, though."

[Halbarad]

Phil shakes his head. "I'm not really looking for training, I just need someplace where I can work." He pats his backpack. "I've got all my tools and parts, I just need a few hours to work on something I can use as a weapon."

[Dracos]

Dr Saturnious blinks twice in response to Phil's question.

Allowing Phil the time to realize that they are standing in a rather sizable fully functional science laboratory.

"Accomodations successfully made."  Dr. Saturnious nodded.

Dracos

[Brian]

"If you're that well equipped," Liao ruminated.  "Then ... do you have any cookies?"

[Dracos]

Dr Saturnious looked grimly serious...


"Cookies you say?"


He walked back to the end.  "Cookies, Cookies, Cookies..."

"Oh wait, cookies...not nuclear death rays, did you say?"

Dracos

[Brian]

"I'm pretty sure I said cookies," Liao says, nodding.  "I've never heard of ... that other thing.  Is that where they give you more money at your job if you rise from the dead without getting dirty?  A new clear death raise?"

[Dracos]

He turned smiling, producing a large cookie jar.  "This work?"

Dracos

[Brian]

"Perfectly," Liao says, taking a single cookie from within, and examining it carefully.

[Halbarad]

Phil grins at the go-ahead, spilling out the contents of his backpack and proceeding to ignore the world around him as he begins the ever-exciting task of building STUFF.

[Dracos]

It was oatmeal.

With chocolate chips.

It may be Delicious.  But he was not to know.  Unless he tried a bite.

Dracos

[Brian]

Wandering over to watch Phil, Liao took a (bold!) experimental bite of the mad scientist's cookie.

[Dracos]

It was...Delicious.

Dracos

[Zenthor]

"I guess he doesn't have cookies in his country, or something," Jade thought aloud.  "I've never seen someone so... nevermind."  She wandered over to look over Phil's shoulder.  Not that she would understand a single thing he did to make weapons.