Robotics Lab

[Roxanne, ヘッドオタク]

((Of the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology.))

[Abigail]

Yoku walked in manovering the others and went to her work station

[tallfubar]

It was with a long, relieved exhale that Wasabi entered the robotics lab. He was comfortable there; nestled apart from the messy, bustling streets of San Fransokyo, it was a comfort zone for him. Here, no one would intentionally shuffle around something of his - heck, no one would even step into his work station without first asking him. Which was – well, probably a good thing considering it was home to a mass of invisible laser-induced plasma beams with, y'know, a little magnetic confinement for ultra precision.

Wasabi trudged over to his corner, carefully squeezing past the machinery that he was so proud of, and plunged his hand into his bag, retrieving a battered mechanical pencil from the upper left hand pocket. Chewing – was that really the word for it? The pencil was far too hard to chew; it was just in his mouth and he was clacking his teeth around it. Well, whatever – with the end of the pencil hanging from his lips, Wasabi crouched down in front of a filing shelf to remove a file with words written on in big yet neat handwriting; L-I PB 28.

[Abigail]

Yuko looked over at wasabi then went back to her work