8400/QuestionsQuestionsQuestions

QuestionsQuestionsQuestions
Date of Scene:	18 July 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Pippi, Donatello

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Pippi has posed:
    After the incident where Pippi accidentally destroyed one of the punching bags (and volunteered to help find something heavier to put in it and re-hang a new one, and then was probably directed at Alopex's discretion to actually refill with sand), she'd been much, much more careful about the training equipment in the lair, in spite of her tendency to create havok out of the best intentions.

    So, she was currently hanging upside-down from a chin-up bar suspended between a doorway arch, her legs looped over, swinging aimlessly back and forth like some sort of bat-dog as she hummed, mostly to herself, considering her next move. She'd already lifted the heaviest weights for several reps, and even vaccuumed the livingroom area of the Lair as she weighed options out of boredom.

Donatello has posed:
    The rumble of the Shellraiser, and the wubs of its sound system, though these sound more like rock-operah than techno, signal the arrival of Donatello. Cutting out after the shutdown sequences are run, the Purp Turp appears from the hatch, pushing an industrial dolly with a variety of bits of equipment laid out on it.
    "It's gonna be the biggest fire they've ever seen." Donnie does a little hop in his step, "Cut me down or let me run, Either way it's all gonna burn" He hums a bit before he stops, "Pippi!! I think I know what to do!!"

Pippi has posed:
    She hears the rumble before she feels it, the wubs of the music reaching her and causing her ears to draw back as her eye opens, and she hangs upside down, wobbling a little bit as Donnie hops out of the Shellraiser, and she reaches up for the bar.

    "Add two more flavors to the slurpee machine?" Pip offers curiously, holding onto the bar, taking one leg out, catching herself on her arm, attempting to untangle, but manages to disengage her entire self -- and the chin up bar -- from the overhang and ends up tumbling to the floor in a heap!

    "M'OK!"

Donatello has posed:
    "C'mere, help me get is up in place." Donatello motions to what looks like industrial pipe framework that is encompassing most everything else on the dolley. "I think we may have a solution to the whole punchy-destroy-ey issue!" Looking excited he motions, "This stuff is meant to handle force measured in tonnage!"

Pippi has posed:
    "... does this have to do with the liquid nitrogen you wanted my first week down here?" Pippi questions, straightening herself out as she looks at the contraption on the dolly.

     "What /is/ it?" she asks, her ears perking up as she turns to the tyrionesque terrapin, and reaches to try adn pick it up.

Donatello has posed:
    The frame must weigh almost a ton on its own, and Donnie has his notepad out when she tries to lift, head canting, curious. Notes are being taken now, "If you can lift it I'll drill some holes in the floor, drop it down, and pour some quick set cement. But this could very well be it eh? If it can stand up to a wrecking back, the training blocks and resistance machine - we could figure out your upper limits and help you build control from there."

Pippi has posed:
    "Wrecking back? Isn't that what happens when something's too heavy to lift?" Pippi asks as she hefts the frame, easily. She even puts it up and over one shoulder, her tail giving a wag as she turns -- and nearly takes out a wall in the process.

    "Where do you want it?" she questions, giving a bright grin.

Donatello has posed:
    Blinking, Donnie's head comes up and he tilts his head to the side. "Wrecking ball... Whatever. I know what I mean." he stops when she lifts "Woah! Stand still. I'll turn you and steer..." moving over the tall turtle begins rotating and moving Pippi. "How long do you think you can hold this?" wondered aloud now.

Pippi has posed:
    "Ah... a while? Doesn't seem too much more heavy than the van I lived under until Pex found me." Pippi replies, and she allows Donatello steering privilages as she follows direction. "I don't think I could hold it forever. I've gotta eat sometime!" she states, and she flails one arm lightly "Unless I can just use one arm and my shoulder to carry it around?" she asks, mostly of herself "Hey! Hey! Gimmie a slurpee! I wanna see if I can hold both and not dump the slurpee!"

Donatello has posed:
    "No can do, Pup..." Donnie makes a couple floor marks and after a brief run to his workshop he returns with what looks like a concrete drill with an engine that would make a jackhammer jealous.
    "Ok, just eight holes and we'll sink it, ok?" and he sets to drilling, a loud rumbling noise akin to what one would hear walking past a construction sight. "After this you'll be able to give hugs, high fives, and not crush a glass by accident! I know it!"

Pippi has posed:
    "... that *one time* I accidentallied the Speck from Star Wars glass!" Pippi protests, but her ears go back, clearly embarrassed at the memory. She winces at the sound of the jack hammer drill, covering one of her ears with her free hand, then attempting to cover the other ear with the same hand, carefully adjusting and turning around.

Donatello has posed:
    It takes a bit, but once the holes are drilled it isn't hard to sink the bottoms of the framework and get cement in... why does he have cement always turning in his workshop? Don't question.
    "I suppose we'll have to wait for things to set, but I have some industrial resistance systems I'll be attaching, and we'll be able to start from there." Donnie ups and moves across the room, getting slurpees and offering Pippi one. "Whatcha think of that eh?"

Pippi has posed:
    Pippi sets the framework into place, looking at it a moment, and strikes a stance as if she were immediately going to start pummelling it --

    But she's distracted by movement, and Donnie is going to the slurpee machine!

    Even though Pex warned Pippi that slurpees are not a food group on their own, she does accept the slurpee, and sits down -- about to splut right to the floor, but reconsiders and sits on a chair. More of a perch than a seat. Her tail wags.

    "It looks good! I mean, it'll be good to actually be able to punch without not-as-hard... /pulling/ the punch!" she beams, proud of herself at remembering the right phrase. Her tail wags.

    "Will it really be able to withstand me punching it, though?"

Donatello has posed:
    "Don't know until we try really, but I've some sensors to register how many Newtons you'll be generating in force and if it breaks I'll have pointers for upper limits, and you can go to town, right?"
    Donatello beams as he takes a sip, looking back at the frame and the cement that is setting. "Waiting is the hardest part too, really. But hopefully we won't be waiting too long, right?"

Pippi has posed:
    "Right!" Pippi gives a grin, her tail giving another wag, and she turns to watch cement dry. Her ears prick forward. She siiiiips the slurpee. She licks her lips. She shifts her weight.

    "Is it done yet?"

    "... all in the span of about twenty seconds.

    "What's a Newton? Is that another town, like Sunnydale? Or Gotham? Is that where the figs come from?"

Donatello has posed:
    "It's based on the name of Isaac Newton it helps with the measurement of force... How hard something is hitting." Donnie nods to himself. "It'll be done, eventually. I suppose I can hang and set up the other stuff while it's drying, the weight will help make sure it sets... After slurpee though." he takes a long sip from his drink.

Pippi has posed:
    "Oh. Who's Isaac Newton? Is he a friend of yours? Is there an Oldton then?" Pippi inquires, turning and glancing over to Donatello curiously. "How hard do you reckon I'd have to hit something to make it fly three blocks?"

Donatello has posed:
    "Don't know until we know the upward limits of your strength and then I think we could start making calculations for that." he takes a moment, moving on from Newton, "We could even start figuring out how hard you could kick something too, right?"
    Setting his drink down, distracted again, Donnie heads over to the various panels on industrial shocks and resistor plates. Lifting one and moving it over to the frame to begin attaching it. "If this doesn't work, I might have to figure out how to get us access to an industrial scrapper yard."

Pippi has posed:
    "Well, you're *ninjas*, can't you just sneak in?" Pippi asks, hopping up and tailing Donatello, fascinated by his work.

    "I know the first time I hit someone, I put them through a wall, and they seemed pretty surprised. Especially since the training room was something like ten meters across. I don't even know how big a meter is, but that's how far he was from the wall when he started." Pippi states, thinking back a moment as she takes a deep breath. Pippi continues to drink her drink.

Donatello has posed:
    "But the equipment, hard to turn it on without being noticed eh?" Donatello starts bolting things in place, attaching plugs, and generally slowly prepping a testing center in a corner of the lair. "Well, a meter is three point two feet." he uses his toe to smudge the floor, takes a few steps to measure and smudge again. "About that far." he picks up his drink as he looks over the work, unconsciously raising an arm to scritch at Pippi's ear.

Pippi has posed:
    "Feet?" Pippi asks, glancing down to her own feet. "Who's feet? I think mine are bigger than Alopex's." she states, "And yours are definitely bigger than mi-- oh. Those feet." Pippi replies, watching Donatello, and she gives a slight nod, ducking below the arm raised to scritch as she hops the meter, and then turns. "So yeah! About thirty of those, aaan' then through the wall."

Donatello has posed:
    Grinning and moving back to the machinery, which also includes a pair of iron bars with a a quartet of -thick- springs between them which he starts hooking up to wires running to a box attached to the framework.
    "This might be a first to use, it won't need the frame secured. It'll measure how hard you can squeeze. Hug o'meter eh?" Donnie beams.

Pippi has posed:
    "... ah... m-maybe Alopex and I should work more on controlling strength before I start putting hands on anyone." Pippi states, rubbing the back of her head. "I still have trouble gauging how hard to push up on manhole covers, an' sometimes I have to get 'em down from the second floor fire escapes." she states, and looks at the machinery.

    "How hard can you squeeze those? How much can you lift?"

Donatello has posed:
    "Well the springs here are rated at twenty ton. They're an industrial resistor spring, with new mounts. They're used in bunches to weigh cargo hauler trucks..." Donnie pauses and spreads his arms apart, "The big trucks..."
    He clicks something and the 'whine' of electronics powering up sounds and then Donatello draws out a tablet computer humming to himself.

Pippi has posed:
    Pippi watches a moment as Donnie works, and her ears prick forward, looking at the new impliments of deadly science he's cooking up, and she gives a soft 'huh'.

    She scratches the back of her head a moment.

    "It must be nice ta be so smart about everything. I wish I knew more, but I can't--" she pauses, and her ears go back, and she wrinkles her muzzle a moment.

Donatello has posed:
    "It just takes time, Pippi. I've been learning for a lot longer, and I take a lot of time looking up 'nerd stuff' like the rest of them call it."
    Donatello frowns, looks to his equipment, and nods. "Put your hands on either side and squeeze, try to make the bars on either side of the springs touch, ok?" then we can get a measure of your strength limits."

Pippi has posed:
    "But some people aren't good at science." Pippi states, and she takes a deep breath, and she pushes, trying to make the bars touch. She pushes casually, and finds -- resistence!

    Her brow furrows. She presses harder on the implement of measurement, the fur on the scruff of her neck beginning to stand up.

Donatello has posed:
    Donnie only watches, at first, getting an idea "Man... I bet if we clear a ton of push pressure I'd bet it'd be worth buying a steak.." grinning as he watches the readouts, tapping the tablet stylus against his teeth.

Pippi has posed:
    It's a good thing that Donatello got the heavy duty springs.

    Pippi gives a look over to him at the idea of him buying her a steak, but she gives a bit of a grin. "Dunno, steak's expensive, you sure you wanna do that?" she grins, "What was that? One steak for every ton, right?" she grins -- and she flexes. Her muscles stand out a bit, cording through her shoulders, down her forearms.

    Mind you, the *average* male human can lift about 125 pounds and exert about 200 pounds of force.

    Pippi's force exertion on the flex bars are indeed over 9000 lbs of pressure! A little over four and a half TONS.

Donatello has posed:
    "Right now you're at two steaks... a steak burrito california slathered in queso, and a five guys big meal deal... Can you do any more?" He's a bitcoin trader, he has money. He's also impressed and smiling to himself.
    "But if you can't go harder, s'cool. This is a great start for helping you know how hard to touch things."

Pippi has posed:
    Pippi manages to squeeze a couple more pounds, but ends up having to release the bars with a soft grunt.

    She pants. "I think that's all I got." she huffs. "... but that's a lot of food, Donatello -- it's OK if it's not all at once!" she tail wags. "I'm pretty sure the dumpsters of those places have tons of good stuff to dive for!"

Donatello has posed:
    "No, I made a promise. You'll get it fresh. If you dive, I take off a ton worth of meal, ok?" Donnie leans to peer at her. "You did a good job. I'm proud of you Pippi, thank you." giving a warm smile, the Purp Turp saves his data.

Pippi has posed:
    "... but why not? I mean, it's not like it's bad. Yet. An' I can smell if it is. 'Sides!" Pippi waves it off, "my stomach can handle pretty much aaanythiiing."

Donatello has posed:
    "No. You stay in the den, I'll know if you leave. I'll know. Trust me. I'll be back fast ok?" and with that Donnie heads for the Shellraiser, for a food run.

Pippi has posed:
    "Hey! HEY! I CAN'T GO OUT ALONE YOU CAN'T EITHER!" Pippi calls after Donatello -- but doesn't seem keen to jump back in the Shellraiser.

    Her tail gives a little wag, and then she gives a huff.

    "/Ninjas/. Sheesh."