[Date: October 14, 2020.  Time: 1 pm.  Victor was taking a long lunch, he comes 
back into the office around 1ish.  If Tim's waiting around he'll see him as he 
returns.]
[Start]
* Tim is indeed hanging around Victors lab like a bum with nothing better to do. 
He waves when Victor shows up.
<Tim> (lab/office whatever)
* Victor returns.  "Ah, hello Tim.  How are you.  Zings blow up yet?
* Tim shakes his head. "Nah, that's later this afternoon. I had second thoughts 
and decided we should drop the yeild a few orders of magnitude."
* Victor frowns.  "Aww.. vhy?"
<Tim> Because, I realized that the person who nominaly is going to have built it 
wouldn't have made it so powerful.
<Victor> Oh vell. Zat is a good reason.  Still... is sad, you know.
<Tim> Look at it this way: now there's a chance we'll be able to do it again.
* Victor nods.  "Although, no discount on ze explosive charge I fear.  Just 
bring ze gun back and I vill adjust ze payload."
* Tim looks around for a suitible open space.
[There's a table open.]
* Tim snaps his fingers and !Bubba appears on the open table. "There you go."
* Victor goes to vork on it.  "Anyzing else?"
<Tim> A couple of things. First I've got part of an idea on how to get around 
Maks nanites but I'm not sure if it'll work. I'll need a dummy grenade with a 
wooden pin. If I'm right I'll be able to teleport the grenade, but not the pin. 
If it works I'd like half dozen or so grenades with zero second fuses.
<Victor> For you?  Normal grenade price, I vill fix.  But unlike normal grenade, 
I can not replace after you use.
<Victor> Or pay for one extra and I vill arrange it vith insurance company.
* Tim grimaces. "Ugh lemmie find out if it even works. Can I at least get the 
prototype as a freebie?"
* Victor nods.  "I vill just use one vith a dummy charge."
<Tim> Cool.
* Victor finishes work on the gun and then goes to grab a grenade.  He fairly 
quickly goes to work and switches the trigger out for a wood one and adjusts the 
fuses.  As he works he asks "What else?"
<Tim> I was talking with Yvonne the other day about some of the things wandering 
around in her hell, and then I came up with an idea of how to beat one of them 
and said you could build it, but she doesn't think you could.
* Victor nods.  "Go on."
* Tim sits down on a bench. "Okay picture a big orange flying thing that's 
tentacles are only outnumbered by its teeth. It can only be hurt by a few select 
plants and lead. Suddenly it turns plaid and it's a different set of plants and 
silver."
* Victor nods.  "Hell clashes.  Go on."
<Tim> Well, the sensible option is to have two guns and two sets of ammo, but if 
you run out of either you're rather screwed.
* Victor nods.  "Or one gun vith interchangeable clips.  But zere would be a 
reload time.
* Victor finishes up with the grenade.
<Tim> Right and you've still got the ammo problem. Then I remember that the old 
alchemy standard was lead into gold... so what if somebody made an enchanted gun 
with a switch? Shoot normally in one position, transmute the bullets to silver 
on the way out in the other.
<Tim> You only need one set of bullets for it and you don't have to change more 
than the position of your thumb when it switches over.
* Victor thinks for a moment.  "Possible, but not zat cost effective.  
Alchemical magic vorks but is not cheap.  A technological solution vould likely 
be easier.  Unless ze shooter had natural alchemical ability."
<Tim> I'm not after cost effective, I'm about proving that you could do it and 
looking cool while doing so. I mean if you can't you can't.
<Victor> In zat case, can do.  ::He grins::
* Tim laughs.  "Thanks Victor, I knew I could count on ya."
* Victor smiles and hands over the grenade.  "Explosives aren't active, so you 
can use it in here if you like."
* Tim takes it and nods.
* Tim then tries to teleport the entire thing onto the bench next to him
[Wood goes too.  I'm pretty sure I've allowed byproducts of living things in the 
past.  Angel's coral bullets were an exception.]
<Grysar> (Because coral still lives.  It's alive!  Alive!
* Tim picks up the grenade and eyes the pin. "I see I'm going to have to come up 
with something else. Hmm, I'm going to go snap a few twigs off a tree, back in a 
few."
[Not long there after... Victor adjusts the grenade with the still green wood.]
<Tim> (Aww, and I had a line about going out to commit petty vandalism!)
* Tim takes the grenade and tries again!
[Powerusage roll.  +2 penalty from interaction with a living thing.]
[Teleport and then click!  The grenade activates, although there's no explosion 
as this one was an intentional dud.]
* Tim grins evily. "Excellent. Now I just need as many as I can afford ready 
just before I fight Mak."
* Victor nods.  "Your patronage is appreciated as alvays."
<Tim> I suppose I'm off to go take out a loan then, and I'll need that...
* Tim points at !Bubba with his thumb. "In a few hours if you would be so kind."
* Victor nods.  "Done."
* Tim mock salutes. "I shall return!"
* Tim goes!
<Grysar> (And want to fast-forward and get that over with?  Tim's fight won't be 
til the next day and Ben/Kat will be ready for it next real life week.)
<Tim> (Sure, and have Tim polish the thing up for them.)
[Later that day... Tim heads off to the public storage place.  It's fairly rainy 
and unpleasant outside, and only mildly climate controlled in the place itself.  
Dick, with all of his burn marks, awaits inside.]
<Tim> (How far is it from SAB HQ?)
<Grysar> (Mile and a half.)
<Tim> (*Takes off another 2 EP and deposits !Bubba in a drain that's within 
teleport range of both places?)
<Grysar> (Done)
* Tim looks around to see if anybody else decided to show up.
<Grysar> (Awareness roll)
[He can hear someone accessing their stuff a ways around the corner, because 
accessing stuff is loud, but nobody else about.]
[This is not in fact a euphemism.  He's moving furniture or the like.]
* Dick hasn't seen Tim just yet.
* Tim takes a deep breath and reminds himself not to be smug.
* Tim then walks over to Dick.
* Dick notices Tim approach.  "Tim!  You made it.  Sorry about the damnable 
weather."  He's obviously in good spirits.
* Tim nods. "Yeah... Well, it's not like it's your fault right?"
* Dick smiles.  "Well, it's my fault you're out here.  So, you have it?"  
* Tim nods twice. "Had  ta stuff it in a drain, and I'm going ta have to be on 
my tiptoes with a coupla people for a few days, but yeah. Where do you want it?"
* Dick knocks once on the metal door to the storage room.  "Right in here."
[Layout clarification:  Multistory building, square hallway on each level, 
there's a series of metal doors on both the inner and outer walls.  The metal 
doors, like garage doors, open to small storage rooms.  Like 5*5*7]
* Tim nods. "Uh... if there isn't anything else in there you don't even have to 
open the door for me."
<Dick> I must admit, I was a bit curious about seeing it.  ::he chuckles:: But 
it wouldn't be wise.  Send it right in ther if you could.  The room is empty.
* Tim nodnodnods. "Yeah, I've seen her use it. I mean it was only a training in 
session but it was like ..." He shakes his head. "Just don't mess with that 
thing."
* Dick nods.  "You don't have to tell me twice."  He sounds quite in earnest.
* Tim waves at the door.
[There's a quiet thump sound inside as the gun settles.]
* Tim blinks and then rubs his arms. "There ya go."
* Dick smiles and grabs a small bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses out of 
his coat.  "I hope to share a drink with you once the trial is underway, but for 
now this will have to do."  He smiles, sets the glasses down on his briefcase, 
and pours into both of 'em.
[He doesn't pour too much, he's not sure about Tim's tolerance.
* Tim blinks and then grins. "I suppose I should ask what year that is and then 
make some sort of knowledgeable comment, but..."
* Dick laughs.  "Just know that I wouldn't stiff you."  He raises his glass and 
waits for Tim to take his.  "To justice."
* Tim takes the glass raises it. "To justice."
* Dick downs his shot.  And then coughs a few times and chuckles again.
* Tim curls two fingers under the shot glass as he lowers it to his mouth and 
the teleports the whiskey out as he tips it. He swallows nothing, but he does 
grimace a bit and gulp air. "I... can't tell if that was good or bad."
* Dick snorts.  "As it should be, you're way to young to be used to it."  He 
stands up and pats Tim on the back.  "Thanks again."
* Tim coughs. "Jus, trying to do my part, now I've gotta pray she never figures 
it out."
* Dick nods.  "We'll do what we can to keep that easy for you."
<Tim> Thanks, thanks a lot, an now I've gotta go before somebody wants to yell 
at me and I'm not around.
* Dick nods again.  "Goodbye and good luck."
* Tim goes poof.
[End!]