[ Cisco, being Cisco, definitely notices the axe hanging at Ragnar's side right away, but he doesn't comment on it. If Ragnar grabs the weapon, then it will be time to worry. Right now, though, it merely looks like an accessory as part of the whole warrior ensemble, and that's totally cool! He smiles, a little surprised by the shoulder-grab, but rolling with it. He gestures towards the cluttered, but not messy, workshop and proclaims: ]
Yep. This is where the magic happens. [ After a pause, he adds: ] Proverbially speaking. I totally can't actually do magic.
[ There's a long table with a computer at one end, three monitors all clustered together by a keyboard. The rest of its surface is covered in schematics, tools, circuit boards, and projects he's tinkering with. The walls of the room are covered in shelves and cabinets, filled with plastic tubs containing various raw materials, old sketches and paperwork, sewing machines, and gadgets of all kinds. It is clearly a lived-in space, too; there is a rather ratty looking couch pushed in one corner, and on a small table by it, a coffee maker that is bubbling away, brewing a new pot. ]
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Yep. This is where the magic happens. [ After a pause, he adds: ] Proverbially speaking. I totally can't actually do magic.
[ There's a long table with a computer at one end, three monitors all clustered together by a keyboard. The rest of its surface is covered in schematics, tools, circuit boards, and projects he's tinkering with. The walls of the room are covered in shelves and cabinets, filled with plastic tubs containing various raw materials, old sketches and paperwork, sewing machines, and gadgets of all kinds. It is clearly a lived-in space, too; there is a rather ratty looking couch pushed in one corner, and on a small table by it, a coffee maker that is bubbling away, brewing a new pot. ]
Everything?! How long you got, man?