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[raaaaage]

[good evening, Paradisa. not to interrupt, but...]

Hey, uh... Anyone have experience with handling unstable isotopes?

I've got... kind of a problem.

[kind of a potentially radioactive problem.]

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[fredless]

Alright... [She smiles again briefly, stepping inside] Bruce it is.

[Fred steps over to the table, gaze accessing]

What happens when you try and out it away?

[raaaaage]

[it looks like a fairly sophisticated setup. he must really know what he's doing, even though his stuff isn't any more advanced than what you might find on earth.]

It should be as simple as putting them back in the chambers so that the containment field will keep things regulated. But...

[he uses a grabber tool to pick up one of the cubes, very carefully transferring it over to the machine... except before he can put it down, it looks like it stops on something. like some invisible forcefield.

he puts the cube back down with a sigh, then waves his hand around where that barrier was just a moment ago.]

If I'm right, it's just doing it because of me.

[fredless]

[She pulls just a little bit closer, eyes sparking with curiosity at the apparent barrier he's encountering. Was it just a loss? Or something more devious at work. You never really could know with the castle]

I'm definitely willing to try. Not exactly the thing you want to leave sitting out overnight,

[raaaaage]

Yeah, no, I am... definitely with you on not wanting to wake up to molecular decay having poisoned the whole tower. Doesn't sound that fun.

[he will hand her the grabby thing. be careful, man. D:]

[fredless]

Let's not test it, what do you think. I'd like to make plans for tomorrow.

She accepts the tool, and Fred carefully lifts the first of the cubes. She exhales a breathe as she passes by what appeared to be a barrier]

[raaaaage]

[the cube should fit into one of the many indented grooves without a problem! Bruce also lets out a sigh of relief when it works.]

Well. That's a pretty good sign.

[fredless]

[Fred carefully replaces the first cube before turning to reach for the next. A thought occurs to her, and she looks at Bruce]

...I'm sorry. That this will interfere with your research, I mean.