#ionicmurray

“Logically,” Lachlan said, turning his head to look at the member of his team that had come running when the fire alarm had gone off a few minutes before. One of the televisions in the lounge now resembled nothing so much as a melted trash bag, but he’d managed to put out the little fire itself quickly enough. “Would it not make sense that you should be able to put the plasma back in the telly, should you accidentally suck the lot of it out?” He held his hands out as if he had actually made a reasonable argument, waited a solid thirty seconds in the hope it might have worked, then let out a sigh. Nine times out of ten he could manage to be around technology without a problem. Hadn’t fucked anything up too badly in years, but he was on edge and…something. Frustrated, perhaps. So he had drawn the plasma from the damned thing without noticing what he was doing, only to try to send it back from whence it came. That was a bloody stupid idea, in retrospect, but it was done. The money he was going to have to fork out to replace the thing wasn’t an issue, he just wasn’t keen on dealing with that look Atlas got on his face whenever he did something spectacularly dense. “Probably should bitch to the manufacturers. Nothing’s on fire anymore, I hit the button so the fecking alarm would stop. You here to mock me? Go on then! I’ve heard it all.”

“As if I would do such a thing.  A friendly tease is much more likely coming from me than mockery,” she chuckled, heart settling into a more even beat now that she had confirmed they weren’t all going to be burned alive.  “Though I will say I doubt the manufacturers had you in mind when they created their product.  Most people can’t simply suck the plasma out of electronics, my darling.”