8083/No, No, Not the Fridge!

No, No, Not the Fridge!
Date of Scene:	27 June 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Pippi, Alopex, Donatello

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Pippi has posed:
    The red and white mutant mutt had been down here, largely staying out of everyone's way, being quiet in her little borrowed section of the layer and, minus one night when she couldn't settle and had gone out on patrol for several hours, had spent her time simply trying to be small and unseen by most of the denizens of the lair.

    However, today was a special day. In the fridge, in the kitchen, behind the somewhat-ignored chore board set up for all the 'teenagers' in the lair, there was a burrito. Well, half a burrito. Apparently someone hadn't liked guac that much and thoughtlessly, heartlessly, soulessly discarded it!

    One person's trash being another's treasure, however, that steak and bean burrito with black beans, brown rice, extra hot sauce and guac (which was 50 cents extra) was slipped into a backpack and brought to the lair, stashed in the back of the fridge and was ready for when Pippi felt hungry.

    And now? She was feeling hungry. So a quick sniff, figuring most everyone was not about, the mutant dog tip-toed her way to the kitchen, reached the fridge and -- ka-WHUD! Tripped! And as she gave a cry out, muffled by her wish to remain silent, she has accidentally ripped the handle off the refridgerator!

    "... nnnnnnoooooooo...." she whispers, laying on her side, on the floor, holding the handle as if she were going to open some magical portal to burrito-land about two feet above the floor of the lair.

Alopex has posed:
    That.. was a noise. A noise of concern, despair, and hunger. It was a noise that echoed down the halls of the lair and into the ears of Alopex who was just now walking back into the lair, her own dinner in a bag that's being held in one hand. Her footfalls continue until she finds herself at the fridge, minus a handle, held aloft by Pippi with no jaunty video game fan fare to prove she had laid claim to a handle. "Oops?"

Donatello has posed:
    Thumping techno music is suddenly audible as the Shellraiser rolls into its normal 'parking' spot adjacent to the lair proper. Sparks shooting from some of its contacts as the breaks whining before it halts with a clunk. Following the cough of its systems shutting down, and the music with it, the tallest turtle steps out of vehicle, with several large net bags across his back, filled with 'treasure' from salvage runs.
    The sight of Pippi on the floor, Alopex over her, the fridge, and the handle, "Ahh, man... That's not cool." padding his way over to inspect the damage. "S'pose I could take the time to modify the ice maker and attach the mechanism to the handle... Maybe change the water dispenser to the slurpee machine." he pauses and looks to the other mutants. "Dudettes, the murder of the fridge? What gives?" looking from them to the holy box of leftover pizza storage

Pippi has posed:
    Pippi's ear flicks as she feels the thump of the bass, and she continues to lay on her side embarrassedly looking up at Alopex. "Oops." she confirms, and as Donatello makes his way in, she sits up a little bit and takes a deep breath, her ears drawing back. "I-I tripped. I'm sorry!" she squeaks as she holds onto the handle. It gives a light squeak in protest as the handle strains.

    "I had half a burrito and I tripped and it was an accident!"

Alopex has posed:
The handle is regarded, Donnie is regarded, and then she glances at the taller brother, "I doubt it was on purpose. "Her strength still gets away from her at times, Donatello," she insists before offering the pup a hand up. Accepted or not, she'd move onto have a seat and remove from the paper bag something roundish looking in silver foil and a ridiculous amount of fries that are coated in spices of a sort. They could be considered cajun!

Donatello has posed:
    With a nod, Donnie moves out of Alopex's way before he sets down his salvage bags and has the casing off the fridge door with a few twists of a pry bar. "So, like... What were you so excited for that you ripped the door of?" a set of screwdrivers in the corner of his mouth, "I know I got a Rajin' Cajin' double decker in there, stuffed pretzle crust with parm and fetta crumbles. I'm pretty excited myself." he continues to ramble as he works. "But really this is a good opportunity I found some good condensation coils and some cooling fins, we can reduce the wattage draw if I get these mounted to serve as additional heat sinks - but I needed a reason you know?"
    He looks back to Alo now, "Hey could I get some of them fries?" looking back to his work, "Anyway, with these in place I could string this feed tube as well and can combine the cooling from the slurpee machine too. Put in a foot pedal to activate, and Bamzanamza" yes... that's what he said, "Slurpees yo!" sparks fly as he begins tack welding with a contraption pulled from his belt.

Pippi has posed:
    "What 'Pex said." Pippi replies as she's offered a hand, and she accepts it, helping to pull herself up from the floor as she gives a sheepish look to Donatello.

    "Ah... like.. like I said, half a burrito?" she comments, and then curiously looks over his shoulder.

    "What's a heat sink? Is that something that only hot water comes out?" she questions thoughtfully as she snuffs at the smell of welding and flux, and her nose wrinkles. Her ears come up and she gives a soft cough, "Wha... what's a slurpee?"

Alopex has posed:
    The fox makes a motion with a hand to the fries. "They give you so many, how could I not share? Goes for both of you if you want them,". After that, the foil is shredded to reveal quite the monster burger. She may have said everything and meant it. She doesn't honestly seem to mind, though, taking a massive chomp out of it once she can get it to a slightly more manageable size. Mmmmmmmm. Delicious.

Donatello has posed:
    Looking from his work, to the fries, and then back to his work - Donnie frowns. "Pippi would you be a sweetie? And a heatsink is something that helps make things colder." there are more sparks and wiring being put in place, and a tube of flexible thermal piping being strung up, and into the fridge as he clicks the internal latch, opening the fridge door so that he can begin drilling.
    "You know I bet if we got some liquid nitro and proper shielding we could possibly make this thing run on lamp power to keep a pump circulating it you know? I should have looked for some before I came back..." the big turtle frowns while he works.
    "Do either of you two have any? Dumb question probably, but you never know."

Alopex has posed:
    With Alopex deep into that burger right now, she's not really capable of speaking politely. Instead she makes eye contact with Donnie at the question and just shakes her head. No, no she doesn't have that. Not one bit!

Pippi has posed:
    Pippi blinks a moment, trying to figure out if ice means it's a heat sink, but gives a soft 'ah?' sound, and then she lets her ears droop a moment, and grabs some of the fries.

    She's still holding the handle.

    The fries go onto the plate she was going to put her burrito on, and she returns to Donatello's side, with fries, watching him open up the fridge and work on the insides.

    Alls he wanted was her burrito, stored safely within!

    "I dunno what that is. Is it important? Is it like the lab-stuff? The Mutagen?" she questions, her ears popping up again as he works.

Donatello has posed:
    It's too bad Donnie's so big, hulking in front of the fridge, pulling a gasket from his kit and fitting it in place, making the housing for the slurpee tube. "Slurpee are liquid magic in icey sugar form... and liquid nitrogen makes things cold fast, like..." he frowns, "Its literally is nitrogen in a liquid state at an extremely low temperature. It's density is about 0.807 at its boiling point - about 77 Kelvin and a dielectric constant of 1.43." he takes a moment, testing the gasket hold.
    "It'll freeze your hand solid in about 12 seconds, so don't ever touch it." There's a glimpse around his body... The burrito. So close... The fries already forgotten.

Pippi has posed:
    Steak... burrito... so close... just out of the way...

    The fries on the plate are balanced. Pippi's tail swipes, and then draws up to counter balance as she attempts to reach around the tall turtle, coming to one set of tip-toes. Eyes on the prize, Pippi.

    The plate tilts slightly, cajun scented potato spears sliiiding just a little bit.

    "So who's Kelvin and why are there seventy-seven of him?" Pippi inquires, and her hand reaches for the burrito, periously and precariously perched without prudent prior planning, plainly on the pediforms of the pound puppy!

Alopex has posed:
    All the while, Alopex is looking on, partially amused. There's a much easier way to go about all of this but, for now, she feels like letting Pippi learn one way or another. "Mmhmm," is the response Donnie's techo-talk gets. She's almost done with the burger, at least.

Donatello has posed:
Donatello pauses for a fraction of a moment at the question, "It's the SI base unit of thermodynamic temperature, equal in magnitude to the degree Celsius." is answered and his head tips, hearing the fries shift.
    He's no Leonardo, but he's fast - one elbow jerking out to strike the plate hard enough to make it spin, centripidal force holding the fries in place as it sails up over his head, caught by his free hand and the potato sticks allowed to flow into his mouth before the plate catches the tools he let drop.
    "Thanks, I was starving, you're a pip, you know that?" he pauses. "Heh... Pip. Pippi. Bosanova dude." he moves, closing the fridge door - which has a new handle on it, with a dispensing area now in place, and a foot pedal near the floor. He looms up to his full height, and starts working on the slurpee machine - right in front of the door.

Pippi has posed:
    And Pippi's poor luck somehow took a break. As Donatello elbows the plate up, Pippi darts in, grabs her half a burrito and manages to squeak her arm out of the way by the time the door closes, with its new handle on its situation.

    And she gives a chipper grin at his thanks, and then blinks.

    Her head tilts, one ear sporting a blue tattoo with a triangle, a dash, and 447 showing as her head tilts.

    "Bossa... nova?" She questions, nomfing on the cold burrito.

Alopex has posed:
    Burger finished, Alopex settles back to pick at the mountain of fries occasionally, "Heh. I think it's a compliment? that or something like all the things Mikey says. One or the other." A glance is given the burrito. ".. Do we have a microwave? I'm not even sure."

Donatello has posed:
Donatello jerks his head to the other side of the lair from the fridge. "Three, over there. Various power levels, I even got a restaraunt grade one, it can cook a steak like you pan fried it in 23 seconds!" he steps back, grabbing a glass, filling it with a press of the peddle with blue slurpee, dropping in a straw and offering it to pippi. "Ta-Daaaa!"

Pippi has posed:
    Pippi looks at the brilliant blue drink. She straightens up slightly, her nose twitching at the syrupy sweet scent of the sarcchine slurpee, and she accepts the glass with trepedation, holding her burrito in the other hand. She looks in the blueness, gives it a swirl, and then looks at Alopex.

    "Is this on the list a' stuff I shouldn't be eating?" she questions.

Alopex has posed:
    The fox thinks about it a moment, pops a cajun fry, then shakes her head, "I don't think so, actually." Oh, oh no. What hath Donatello wraught upon the lair this night?