Something is yanked sharply off of Artie's face, and the world goes fuzzy.
"My glasses--!" He reaches out for them futilely, but they're already far out of reach, clinging to Claudia's shoulder. "Those better not be scratched!" he calls up at her.
* * *
Volta's lab coat predates Artie's tenure at the Warehouse, which is a shame. If he'd been there when it was collected, he might have some idea of how to deactivate the thing. But after a quick trip back to the office to collect some notes, and a side trip to Nicaragua Sector for a few supplies, Artie thinks he's got a rig that will siphon off the coat's power. Hopefuly. Maybe.
"Okay, now, I've got these magnets, they're attached to this thing, when I let go they're coming right at you. They'll stick to you and the stuff near you, okay? Here they come--"
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"My glasses--!" He reaches out for them futilely, but they're already far out of reach, clinging to Claudia's shoulder. "Those better not be scratched!" he calls up at her.
* * *
Volta's lab coat predates Artie's tenure at the Warehouse, which is a shame. If he'd been there when it was collected, he might have some idea of how to deactivate the thing. But after a quick trip back to the office to collect some notes, and a side trip to Nicaragua Sector for a few supplies, Artie thinks he's got a rig that will siphon off the coat's power. Hopefuly. Maybe.
"Okay, now, I've got these magnets, they're attached to this thing, when I let go they're coming right at you. They'll stick to you and the stuff near you, okay? Here they come--"