"I'll be fine, Mr. Holmes." There's a light, pleasant ring as Lamont's voice echoes from within the metal cabinet. It's tone might be described as decidedly 'Yankee' in its assuredness that Lamont knows he won't get stuck.
"Though I think you'll find your Moriarty left more behind than his footprints." With near-surgical precision, Lamont is in the process of detaching a brilliant, pinkish orb from within the tangle of wires, plastics and metals of the console. There are a few moments where the lights on the console blink on and off, as if by design. That would be Lamont poking about the connections, testing to see what they might do. As far as he can determine, he seems to have found some sort of energy source that's beyond his knowledge.
Finally, a single gloved hand comes out and holds onto the edge of the console as he leverages himself free of the tangle of wires within. His head pops into view and he's clearly grinning out of delight from his excursion.
"Lovely machine. But even this seems out of place in all this technology." Now that he's out, Lamont brings the orb from within the console, holding it carefully. There's a clear shell of some protective material surrounding it, with a few electrical ports on it and a socket on the bottom to fasten it in place. "Quite beyond me, really. But very elegant nonetheless."
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Date: 2015-02-26 03:13 am (UTC)From:"Though I think you'll find your Moriarty left more behind than his footprints." With near-surgical precision, Lamont is in the process of detaching a brilliant, pinkish orb from within the tangle of wires, plastics and metals of the console. There are a few moments where the lights on the console blink on and off, as if by design. That would be Lamont poking about the connections, testing to see what they might do. As far as he can determine, he seems to have found some sort of energy source that's beyond his knowledge.
Finally, a single gloved hand comes out and holds onto the edge of the console as he leverages himself free of the tangle of wires within. His head pops into view and he's clearly grinning out of delight from his excursion.
"Lovely machine. But even this seems out of place in all this technology." Now that he's out, Lamont brings the orb from within the console, holding it carefully. There's a clear shell of some protective material surrounding it, with a few electrical ports on it and a socket on the bottom to fasten it in place. "Quite beyond me, really. But very elegant nonetheless."