Which, in any event, would still produce a mad outcome, ergo mad science. Surely in all those degrees you picked up some classes in rhetoric and logic.
[It's a gentle prod - the best way to engage a Watson is in full on, broad-spectrum intellectual offensive.]
I have not RPed in almost a year. i was shocked when i visited SWS and immediately saw a Tesla
(James smiles tolerantly, because of course Nikola is going to be a bit insulting. He wouldn't be any fun otherwise. Not that James is about to engage with Nikola on his own terms. He'd enjoy that too much.)
Oh, yes, Nikola. I took enough courses on Logic to know that it can be used to definitively prove that black is white, and enough courses on Rhetoric to know how to convince the Planning Council that they should therefore use black paint on all zebra crossings...
Timing can be great sometimes. Also welcome back! :)
[He only used his talents for that particular purpose once and, in his defense, you couldn't turn around in the 1980s without someone offering you a line of cocaine.]
Oh, nothing in particular. I can't simply drop by the literal underground lair of an old friend?
James, you make it sound so...Mary Shelley. It's just a basement.
That I've outfitted with state of the art security.
[OOC: Honestly, you picked a great time - there's a Watson above, I know another semi-active one, and two active Helens I've seen. I'd be more than happy to show them you places to find them. :) Haven't seen a Druitt, but I've been tempted to try.]
State of the art security that barely slowed me down...
(ooc: ooh, i certainly wouldn't object to playing with a few other members of the Five. Although James has very complicated feelings towards Druitt, what with his having broken both his own heart and, worse, Helen's! I honestly wasn't aware that there was still any sort of active fandom for Sanctuary. I played Will for years and years but even back then it could be hard to find other Sanctuary characters to play off of.
[He rolls his eyes, sighing in a mildly aggravated manner.]
Yes, well, I wasn't actually expecting it to have to keep you out. You never leave London anymore, do you?
You could have called - there would at least have been puzzles.
(OOC: There's a few of us left. The one Helen can be seen sporadically on memes at bakerstreet, and if you want to put him in a meme or a dear_player/dear_mun entry, I'd be happy to link it to the others I know, and they might tag in. There's a few of us left, though I don't play Sanctuary often these days. Had an Adam Worth for a while, too.)
[James being James, he's not being as sarcastic as one might expect. Puzzles, after all, are serious business, and few minds are as subtle and tricksy as the one possessed by Nikola Tesla. Not that James would give him the satisfaction of saying so out loud.]
Actually, London isn't my most frequent haunt these days. Hollow Earth has a fascinating array of cultures and technologies. Almost makes me feel young again.
(ooc: sorry, James was so fussed over missing Tesla-level puzzles that he forgot to let me get a word in edgewise ;) I probably will post an entry soon, and will definitely send you a link if you'll be so kind as to pimp it for me. not that I mind playing with non-sanctuary pups, but there is something nice about interacting with characters from your own fandom
and one more edit: it is nearly midnight here and I do need to be functional in the morning, so must now retire. i'll tag back tomorrow)
[Oh, right, that beautiful place of absurd technologies he's not allowed to go. Rub salt in that particular wound.]
Which is saying something, as I'm pretty sure you were born in your forties, in a suit, ready to address a board meeting.
[Take a wild guess where the taunt came from. It won't be that hard to figure out.]
None of which you've brought me today...?
(OOC: No problem, definitely will. There's not many of us, but we keep it going. There's also places like musemostwanted or the occasional rollcall memes - might be able to lure a few more of us out. Even if you toss up a SWS, I'll post it over on Plurk, see if we can't get you a few bites. :P)
Oh, Nikola, you misjudge me! What sort of guest would I be if I came empty-handed to the very modern and not at all spooky basement lab of a pale Eastern European scientist?
[He's spent the entire conversation up to now standing in the doorway, the hand not holding his cane casually angled behind his back. He moves it in front of him, offering a small canvas bag in which Nikola will find two bottles of very nice wine and a small gun which can, for up to ten seconds at a time, completely pause all electrical impulses in the target object or person.]
Happy Solstice, dear boy.
(ooc: thank you so much. I really appreciate it. I do have a Good Omens fic that I need to finish in the next few days, so I'll probably hold off on reaching out to the others or doing a public post until that's in the can, if you don't mind. For thematic reasons, the fic simply must be up and posted before New Year's Eve -- the fic is about Aziraphale and Crowley realizing that they've survived their own dumpster fire year, so I think it's an appropriate way to close out the current year.)
[And he is all over that in a moment, laser fascinated. The wine is very carefully fished out and put aside with a grin, and then to the weapon...]
James, you shouldn't have. And me not getting you anything. Well, aside from a fine meal now and my deepest promise to be a good little vampire all year long.
[He's already turning it over carefully, mentally taking it apart.]
[James is many things to many people, and just occasionally comes across as detached or the sort who doesn't make friends. Which is of course utter nonsense; he's just a man who hides his heart incredibly well after more than a century and a half of having it regularly battered. He is incredibly fond of his friends, especially the oldest of those, and watching Nikola studying a new piece of tech with that focused intensity warms his heart.]
Oh, Nikola, I'd never ask you to be good all year. I'll settle for a promise that you not try to take over the world again any time soon...
[He's half-teasing, half-serious, but all-pleased with the reception his small offering has recieved.]
(ooc: having priorities is perhaps a but overrated, but if any year has EVER deserved an "okay, we survived the year the world was supposed to end, now it's time to regroup and figure out what the Somewhere comes next"-fic, it's definitely been this one lol ... and, let's face it, the mains from Good Omens were definitely feeling a lot of that after the apocalypse did not happen as scheduled)
[That's the thing. He's like an expert poker player. Oh, not just the one who sits down and knows a few tricks - but a true expert. He can hide his feelings exceptionally well.]
[Nikola, on the other hand, never bothers with it. He's survived more of one thing, more direct threats - but his heart hasn't received the battering.]
That was a one time thing and I never actually said those words, you know.
(OOC: I've read the book, but I admit to not having seen the recent show. Is it good?)
A one time thing? Are we forgetting the times you attempted it by proxy, dear Nikola?
[James smiles; like Helen, he finds Nikola's open nature both endearing and reassuring. Nikola can never hurt James the way John did simply because Nikola has never so much as attempted to pretend to be something he isn't. At least, not intentionally.]
Well, I suppose I can't hold it too much against you. It's not like the world's present crop of leaders is any better than you or I would be. Of course, believing that about oneself does tend to have dangerous consequences. Let's have that wine and try not to think about such things for a bit?
(ooc: oh, I was very pleased with the series. Very true to the book, but it brings it forward in time, and expands on the roles of Heaven and Hell which takes the story just a tiny bit further as a result. The Cold War allegory is replaced with Heaven and Hell as Corporate overlords to their poor unappreciated employees since I don't think anyone under 30 would GET the Cold War stuff. Crowley is a little more upset about being kicked out of Heaven and Aziraphale has a tad less self-confidence, but not to any OOC extent. I was very worried when the series was announced, but it was all handled so perfectly and respectfully that I was instantly a fan. Sir Terry would have been proud, I am convinced. It was clearly a labor of love by everyone involved.)
Of course you don't remember, Nikola. Then let us forgot such unpleasantness and toast the future.
[Grinning over his shoulder at Nikola as he works, James moves to retrieve the bottle.]
Where are we hiding the corkscrew? I can't believe you don't have at least one close at hand...
(ooc: I was super nervous when I heard it would be a series, but without Sir Terry at the helm, who knew what would happen to it? I was very relieved by the final result. The very few changes that we do get are all either just a result of the setting update or of Heaven/Hell being a bit more active in the whole thing. And from what Neil Gaiman has said, nothing that was added hadn't at some point been discussed with Sir Terry, either during their original collab or when they were bouncing around ideas for a sequel novel. And I can well-believe it. Like the ONE MAJOR DIFFERENCE between book and show is very easy to picture as being the opening scene in the sequel novel and it is nothing so much as it is just a natural extension of where the book ended. Also, there is just no way that it didn't come from Sir Terry's twisted brain <3 <3 <3 )
[James grins at Nikola as he heads to the draw, retrieving the corkscrew from its place among all the various other bits and pieces his friend finds important and setting about working the cork out of the bottle.]
[It's more that, in his rather well-ordered world, corkscrews are the one element scattered about in it, as one would a dearly needed emergency supply.]
Well, after rather deliberately using up vast quantities of taxpayer dollars I'm...at something of a loose end. Helen's playing things far too close to the vest to let me tinker with anything. And let's just say that my learning curve on 'restore Sanguine Vampiris' has been just disgusting.
Yes, Helen does like having her secrets. But we must forgive that; she wouldn't be Helen without them, after all. Far less interesting, and men like us need friends who are intellectually challenging...
[Opening the bottle, he gives it a moment to breathe, then fills two glasses, passing one to Nikola.]
I still don't see why you want to revive an entire species of tyrants, dear boy. I fully admit that humans have never done an outstanding job of ruling themselves, but you might as well use that information to conclude that we should be ruled by... Cthulhu or Galactus.
Besides, you're one-of-a-kind, Nikola. That's not all bad, is it?
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