alright then! Lemme take this to the table so we can sit down. *he shuts off the water and takes the half-filled pot out of the kitchen*
Do you need me to look out again?
Yeah – just lemme know if I got the bottom of the pot over the edge of the table, yeah?
Alright.
*he heads for one of the tables.* Okay, here we are… tell me where I am, Max.
Lift it a little more and you should be good.
Alright *lifts the pot higher and slides it onto the table.* Okay – awesome!
*max put the pods on the table and stood on the bench to look in the pot* you got the timer?
*Carlos pulls out his phone and pulls up the app again* Yep – got it. Ready?
*he grabed one of the pods* yep.
Okay – Pop it in!
Cool. *max put the pod into the pot*
*Carlos starts the timer* So… hypothesis time. What do you think will happen with this? This is the control, but it’s still good to come up with a hypothesis.
I think it’ll probably pop faster since this is clean water.
Hmmm… interesting theory. We’ll just have to wait and see then, won’t we? *he smiles at Max*
*max nods looking in the pot* I,,, think it popped?
Huh? *peers into the pot* What, really? Huh… I coulda sworn it would have taken longer… *he picks up the other pod and gently pokes at the membrane, trying to gauge how thick it is*
“That
we could possibly do. Though I think talking to you helps him. He’s
made a bond with you. And when your there he seems…. happier. Don’t stop
talking to my boy. He needs you. Now. Icecream. Wheels. Mr. Ramon it’s
been a pleasure.”
Edwardo walked up and gave his card to Carlos before offering Yondu his hand. “It has been,” he said, smiling at Yondu. “Take care of those boys, and try not to get into too much trouble.”
“See you around in the sky,” Mikey responded with a grin. “Oh – do you need these translator things back?” He reached up to point to the device just below his ear.
Yondu shakes his head. “No keep them. You ever want to call or my boys want a chat you’ll be able to understand them. If they break let me know. Carlos can show you how to use the long distance comunicators. Just….. be careful not to lose them ok.” Shakes Eduardo’s hand then fist bumps Mikey as he heads out to the car.
“In the meantime, keep them hidden in your guys’ wallet or something,” Carlos suggested. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Oh, Carlos – take my phone,” Mr Ramon said. “If you need anything, call Mikey’s. Then when you get back… we’ll come up with a story for how you got found.”
Carlos nodded. “Okay, Dad.” He hugged his dad. “I’ll see you soon.” He turned and hurried out to the car with Yondu.
Yondu smiles already in the car and looks to him. “Ok carlos. Let’s go get some good bye icecream. Sure you don’t want to come with me?”
Carlos climbed into the driver’s side and pulled on his seatbelt. He looked at Yondu and sighed. “I can’t, Yondu. I was born and raised on Earth. It was my intellect that kept me afloat out in space, and even then I was still just… it was tough.” Carlos let out a breath. He gestured toward Yondu. “Seatbelt, please.”
“It was worth a try…” Puts on his seatbelt and as they pull away his ears wiggle and twitch with every sound as they come to a building that had a giant fake icecream cone on the roof. “Dairy Queen…. Huh……” once parked he gets out following carlos in keeping his hood up and covering his face. He glanced at the board of sweets. “Strawberry dipped in chocolate.”
Carlos looked at him. “Oh, that’s yummy. The dipped cones is a soft ice cream that is dipped in a candy shell that hardens from the cold. I usually like the chocolate dip on my chocolate, but the cherry dip is pretty good too. And it comes in an edible cup-like cookie which at the end is a great break-up of the cold treat you just had, I think.”
Yondu grins watching. “Three dips. Lots of chocolate. I rather love that sweet.” The cashier gives Yondu a confused weird look having no clue what he said.
Yondu looks to carlos for help then thinks trying some English. “Staabeary an chocooopate looots cocoopate.”
The worker blinks then nods starting to make a strawberry and chocolate cone and dipping it a few times.
Carlos smiles kindly at the cashier, nodding to them as a silent thanks for their patience. “And when you’re done, a chocolate cone dipped in chocolate. Thank you very much.” He positioned himself a bit in front of Yondu so that they didn’t have as good of a chance to glance back at him.
“That
we could possibly do. Though I think talking to you helps him. He’s
made a bond with you. And when your there he seems…. happier. Don’t stop
talking to my boy. He needs you. Now. Icecream. Wheels. Mr. Ramon it’s
been a pleasure.”
Edwardo walked up and gave his card to Carlos before offering Yondu his hand. “It has been,” he said, smiling at Yondu. “Take care of those boys, and try not to get into too much trouble.”
“See you around in the sky,” Mikey responded with a grin. “Oh – do you need these translator things back?” He reached up to point to the device just below his ear.
Yondu shakes his head. “No keep them. You ever want to call or my boys want a chat you’ll be able to understand them. If they break let me know. Carlos can show you how to use the long distance comunicators. Just….. be careful not to lose them ok.” Shakes Eduardo’s hand then fist bumps Mikey as he heads out to the car.
“In the meantime, keep them hidden in your guys’ wallet or something,” Carlos suggested. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Oh, Carlos – take my phone,” Mr Ramon said. “If you need anything, call Mikey’s. Then when you get back… we’ll come up with a story for how you got found.”
Carlos nodded. “Okay, Dad.” He hugged his dad. “I’ll see you soon.” He turned and hurried out to the car with Yondu.
Yondu smiles already in the car and looks to him. “Ok carlos. Let’s go get some good bye icecream. Sure you don’t want to come with me?”
Carlos climbed into the driver’s side and pulled on his seatbelt. He looked at Yondu and sighed. “I can’t, Yondu. I was born and raised on Earth. It was my intellect that kept me afloat out in space, and even then I was still just… it was tough.” Carlos let out a breath. He gestured toward Yondu. “Seatbelt, please.”
“It was worth a try…” Puts on his seatbelt and as they pull away his ears wiggle and twitch with every sound as they come to a building that had a giant fake icecream cone on the roof. “Dairy Queen…. Huh……” once parked he gets out following carlos in keeping his hood up and covering his face. He glanced at the board of sweets. “Strawberry dipped in chocolate.”
Carlos looked at him. “Oh, that’s yummy. The dipped cones is a soft ice cream that is dipped in a candy shell that hardens from the cold. I usually like the chocolate dip on my chocolate, but the cherry dip is pretty good too. And it comes in an edible cup-like cookie which at the end is a great break-up of the cold treat you just had, I think.”
alright then! Lemme take this to the table so we can sit down. *he shuts off the water and takes the half-filled pot out of the kitchen*
Do you need me to look out again?
Yeah – just lemme know if I got the bottom of the pot over the edge of the table, yeah?
Alright.
*he heads for one of the tables.* Okay, here we are… tell me where I am, Max.
Lift it a little more and you should be good.
Alright *lifts the pot higher and slides it onto the table.* Okay – awesome!
*max put the pods on the table and stood on the bench to look in the pot* you got the timer?
*Carlos pulls out his phone and pulls up the app again* Yep – got it. Ready?
*he grabed one of the pods* yep.
Okay – Pop it in!
Cool. *max put the pod into the pot*
*Carlos starts the timer* So… hypothesis time. What do you think will happen with this? This is the control, but it’s still good to come up with a hypothesis.
I think it’ll probably pop faster since this is clean water.
Hmmm… interesting theory. We’ll just have to wait and see then, won’t we? *he smiles at Max*
“It can be bad,” Carlos said. “But it depends on the place it’s kept in, I guess. If there isn’t a lot of ventilation, then there’s less chance of weathering and less chance for things to dehydrate. That phone I tore apart had some great wires where the rubber hadn’t cracked or become brittle, which was a great find.” He glanced at Hancock. “Were your folks well off? I think it would cost quite a bit of caps…”
“Huh, never knew that, but I guess it makes sense.” He shrugged. “As far as wastelanders go, we were pretty comfortable, didn’t live in the upper stands, but that’s more ‘cause there was more room to build down on the field, we had all the caps we needed when we needed ‘em, weren’t struggling or anything. I mean, shit, livin’ in Diamond City ain’t exactly cheap anyway, y’know? Gotta have a pretty good income in order to afford to stay there.”
“Wow,” Carlos said, actually kind of impressed. “I… forgive me, but I didn’t… think people could actually have such thing as a ‘good income’ out here. I’m sorry – it’s most likely my vault mentality still sticking, I just… I got the impression a lot of people had to struggle first before… doing any kind of settling down out here.” Maybe that was a sign that the wasteland was on the mend, as far as society went. Though… could it really be considered ‘on the mend’ when most of the people who experienced the downfall were dead now?
alright then! Lemme take this to the table so we can sit down. *he shuts off the water and takes the half-filled pot out of the kitchen*
Do you need me to look out again?
Yeah – just lemme know if I got the bottom of the pot over the edge of the table, yeah?
Alright.
*he heads for one of the tables.* Okay, here we are… tell me where I am, Max.
Lift it a little more and you should be good.
Alright *lifts the pot higher and slides it onto the table.* Okay – awesome!
*max put the pods on the table and stood on the bench to look in the pot* you got the timer?
*Carlos pulls out his phone and pulls up the app again* Yep – got it. Ready?
*he grabed one of the pods* yep.
Okay – Pop it in!
Cool. *max put the pod into the pot*
*Carlos starts the timer* So… hypothesis time. What do you think will happen with this? This is the control, but it’s still good to come up with a hypothesis.
“Being in Night Vale has given me foresight to clarify if you mean literally,” Carlos said with a slight smile.
He ‘huffed’ out a laugh, surprising himself.
“Yeah, no,” he said, “don’t think I have the steady hands required for a lobotomy. I’d just stick with questions.”
“History says you don’t need steady hands for a lobotomy,” Carlos said – a bit of a grim anecdote, he knew, but Night Vale was made up of grim anecdotes. “I’ll be honest to you and say that, in the case of Night Vale laws relating to the questions, I may not be entirely honest. Or forth-coming. It takes a healthy sense of self-preservation to live here, after all.”
The Perfect Scientist 