// three //

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

[it's 9:55AM and time for the Black Order group meeting! come one, come all to Komui's room; its already been transformed into something resembling an office slash laboratory - desk scattered with what looks like blueprints and papers on the left, next to the bed - and a long counter covered with equipment on the right, along with various parts that probably went into making Komurin scattered about the floor and worktable. Komurin EX III (mini version, about knee-high) is busy working on something in several beakers over burners. it smells like coffee. and Komui is...

...compulsively cleaning, rather frantically?] What am I doing? This is terrible! Somebody stop me!

[ooc: since all of us seem to be on totally different schedules, feel free to tag this when you can/backtag?! also, threadjacking is A-OK. <3 open to all Black Order kidlets and Cloud Nyne bb]

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[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

[has to agree - keeping people from getting involved seems impossible no matter what happens and what's done, but nods and brings up one of his hands in a saluting gesture]

We'll keep our eyes peeled.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[A nod]

Okay.

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

Good.

Now help me clean.

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

[a pause]

This is pretty serious, huh, Komui?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[looks around]

How much cleaning do you need done...?

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

All of it.

[gestures to the rest of the room - see all those papers scattered on the floor and on the bed? the pieces of scrap metal and little screws, tools, machinery everywhere? yeah, all that.]

1/2

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

[eyes the room]

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

Maybe Allen's right and it'll stop once everything's cleaned up.

[picks up some papers] Where do you want this stuff?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[There's so much stuff....]

I can get some garbage bags...

1/2

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

Put the paperwork on the desk over there. [points to it on the left, near the bed]

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

[--and then makes a dramatic dive for his materials, clutching an armful of bolts, metal, and tools]

Garbage bags?! Allen, these are all priceless pieces that will one day form unimaginably useful and sought-after tools for what remains of the Order!! Without Reever and the rest of the Science Department, I need all the help I can get. Don't be cruel!

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

[sets the paperwork down; was about to grab some of those bits of metal and screws and so on, but drops them]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

B-but you already fed a bunch of things to Timcanpy!

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

[walks over to the work table, opening up a drawer and pouring the contents of his arms inside]

Did I?

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

Huh? You didn't do it on purpose?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Tim is looking at you Komui]

You did.

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

--Ah. Those were just surveillance photographs from earlier. [sifting through the contents of the tabletop, now...]

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

Surveillance? Of this place?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Why does he have a bad feeling about this...]

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

[rustle rustle] ...On second thought, maybe I should do the cleaning myself. I wouldn't want you to stumble upon any ...confidential... material.

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

You sure, Komui? It'd be worse for anything confidential to be floating around real long, right?

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Mm, you don't want those...getting away easily, do you?

[notmachoish.livejournal.com]

[he picks up one of the papers he'd been shredding earlier and turns it around...

it's a picture of Cloud trying to kiss Lenalee ROFL]

They must all be destroyed.

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

[stares; IS THAT GUY STILL IN ONE PIECE AFTER THAT?]

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[ALSO STARES]

Isn't that...Cloud?!

What is he doing...with Lenalee?