2249/Weird Science

Weird Science
Date of Scene:	30 August 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons

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Leo Fitz has posed:
The SHIELD science lab is abuzz with activity with various scientists running different experiments. Leo Fitz, however, has been working on something very particular in a seconded area. The target is a good twenty yards away and he lifts the new weapon--a freezing weapon--towards it. A glance is cast over his shoulder, "So now all we have to do is test it, yeah?" His grin turns lopsided and he backs up to take aim at the target.

He pauses, however, to draw the goggles resting atop his head over his eyes. "Safety first!" he instructs the others present to do the same. Once satisfied that everyone is safe enough, he takes points the weapon and pulls the trigger.

The spray of ice is unmissable, earning a large grin from the engineer. But as the weapon works, it also heats up, and in short order, it's hot in his hand, causing him to drop it to the floor with a loud clang. The gun, however, continues to spray ice everywhere. "Take cover!" Fitz asserts loudly.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Nearby Fitz - as always - is Simmons. Her goggles are already over her eyes and she inspects the ice gun to the side before relinquishing it to Fitz. "Hm, I believe that the pressure might be rising a bit fast. Be careful!" Then, she steps behind him - safety first as he so easily reminded them.

As the ice sprays toward the target, she claps her hands in accomplishment. "Good work Fitz!" Then, though, the gun drops to the ground with a clatter. With a gasp, she attempts to snag Fitz's lab coat and pull him backward and down behind a work table.

"Perhaps a little too good!" she asserts. "How do we turn it off?"

Leo Fitz has posed:
Fitz tumbles after Jemma when she grasps his lab coat. He slides along the floor behind the work table. The weapon in question continues to spray a thick layer of ice across the lab. He cringes and wrinkles his nose as he quips, "A good question!"

The weapon actually becomes increasingly loud as it sprays everything in its path.

Leo frowns and begins to work out the problem aloud, "Well, the weapon works on array technology kind of like we have in a regular freezer! So what makes a freezer stop working?" his eyebrows lift expectantly, but he's not actually looking for an answer from anyone but himself, "Blocking the air vent, which I think we can already presume is happening--that would however require waiting it out which--" who knows how long that will be?

Jemma Simmons has posed:
Ducking down behind the work table, Simmons peeks out and then turns back to her partner in crime. Over the din of the malfunctioning freeze ray, she suggests, "We could attempt to toss something over it! Perhaps that will trap enough of the ice that it would block the air vent faster!"

Though there is ice being sprayed all about the lab, it doesn't seem as if Simmons is frantic. Quite the contrary, she and Fitz are workshopping a good solution and this is science...sometimes there are things that go wrong! "Otherwise we could be stuck behind this table for hours."

Leo Fitz has posed:
Fitz actually laughs at the mention of being stuck behind the table for hours. "Like that time in the Academy when we were testing the irradiated field generator?" His head cants to the side. "Pulverizes flesh in ten seconds flat, but didn't think to create a damned kill switch, yeah?"

He peeks around the corner of the table and pastes himself back against it. "Lab coat?" he happens to be wearing one for once. He doesn't really need them in engineering--when he assists Jemma it's far more necessary. "Catching the rhythm of it to not freeze though could be a bit of a problem, yeah?"

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"We learned a valuable lesson that day: always include a kill switch. Especially on something that can kill you in an instant!" There's a grin from Simmons. "It wasn't so bad, though. Once Professor Lowell managed to find a way to open the door and break it. She tossed a microscope at it, wasn't it?"

Peeling off her lab coat, she hands it to Fitz without a second thought. "Well, we've got two tries!" she tells him optimistically. Otherwise we'll have to stick about and huddle together for warmth."

Leo Fitz has posed:
"Professor Lowell called us incorrigible! Imagine what she'd say about this place," Fitz murmurs with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "And yeah, turns out microscopes have more functionality than merely looking at small things. Never thought I'd see the day a botanist would be so willing to destroy equipment." He actually chuckles despite their predicament, "Pretty sure she cried bitter tears after work that day and rethought her life choices."

He crouches at the base of the table, readying himself to lunge. "Alright, so I say we do this on three, yeah? One... two..."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"That was one word she used, yes." Simmon gives Fitz quite a grin at that. "You are always so dismissive of the biological sciences, Fitz!" she scolds. "We can be quite ferocious in the field if given the chance. Why did you think I wished us to sign up for more active duty?" she tells him with a beaming grin.

As he prepares to leap, Simmons puts a hand on his shoulder. "You can do this, Fitz," she encourages. "Wait! Give me your lab coat. Perhaps the pair of us together lunging forward should be able to do this properly."

Leo Fitz has posed:
"Secret death wish or, at least, an episode of temporary, but very real, insanity," Fitz replies earnestly as he peeks around the corner. She calls him back after the encouragement just as he's about to land on three, prompting him to turn towards her. "Ah-ha! That should be enough to kill any venting and get the darned thing to overheat and therefore...."

The thought is lost, however, to the action of turning his lab coat back to Simmons. He nods once. "So. Team effort, yeah?" He bites his bottom lip, "One... two..."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"Ha ha, but no! I wanted us to spread our wings, as it were. There's so much more we could be doing with our talents! And you've always wanted to travel, right? We could do that and help people at the same time!" Simmons smiles brightly at Fitz, even as their malfunctioning ice gun shrieks in the background and covers everything in a dangerous layer of ice.

Taking Fitz's coat, she grins. "Yes. Together." From around the corner, she readies herself. Fitz counts down and then she shouts along with him, "...Three!!" And then she lunges forward with the lab coat, attempting to shove it down on top of the misfiring weapon before backing up behind another lab table, just in case.

Leo Fitz has posed:
"Still not sure about fieldwork," Fitz replies quietly. The notion of travel has him scrunching his face, "I was thinking to Barcelona, not death missions. Those are quite a bit different, yeah?" his eyebrows lift.

He perches ready to pounce and when Simmons moves so does Fitz.

The pair can feel the cold through layer of white coats overtop the weapon, even as they take cover behind another table. Ice begins to crystallize on it, but seconds later, that ice turns to liquid.

Fitz peers around the table, "It's working." He smirks. "Well done! Good show. So, the freeze ray needs another test trial probably..."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
"They're not mutually exclusive, Fitz. We could have a mission in Barcelona." Simmons prepares herself and then lunges forward with Fitz. He gets the lab coat on first, but she is close behind. As they do so, the ice starts to turn to liquid and she almost slips on the water now sloshing on the floor.

"We did it!" She agrees, happily. "Luckily, I have multiple lab coats, I have a a feeling this one will be out of commission for a little while at least."

With a laugh, she nods. "That is the thing with science. Try and try again."

Leo Fitz has posed:
"...yeah. I'll see about venting it better. Maybe a fan. I hadn't accounted for generation to that extent. Must be working harder than my calculations," Fitz begins to blather on as he walks to the whiteboard covered in math in the corner of the room.

He brings the back of the marker to his mouth and chews on it absently. "We could also be on a mission where we're jettisoned into space and die," ever the optimist. "But. I did say I wanted to travel." His eyebrows lift and his head shakes. "Look, I'm just glad to be wi-working with you." There. Nice cover up.