[Well, somebody is already using the technology lab, and that someone is Alfendi Layton. He's staying away from all the dangerous-looking power tools, and he only has a few pieces of wood, some nails (one of which is held between his teeth as he works), and a hammer which he's using to put the pieces of wood together.]
[His project is a little sloppy (he's no handyman), but seems to be a little box of sorts, a little bigger than a shoe box but more square than rectangular in shape. It isn't completely sealed - the top is open. He pauses, leaning back and looking over his work, before shaking his head in obvious disappointment.]
Ah, no, something's missing...
Commissary - Afternoon
[There's mumbling coming from the commissary.]
[Enter, and you'll find Alfendi sort of hunched over the terminal, the scritch-scratch of a pen being heard as he writes swiftly in a notebook next to him. The mumbling is coming from him, of course, and more or less he's just reading out the information of the profiles to himself as he writes.]
[Noticing somebody has entered the room, he shoots a dirty glare over his shoulder - his hair is messier, almost covering his eyes.]
What do you want? Get lost.
[ooc: Alfendi's Hyde side is here in this prompt for all your Hyde needs]
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[Well, somebody is already using the technology lab, and that someone is Alfendi Layton. He's staying away from all the dangerous-looking power tools, and he only has a few pieces of wood, some nails (one of which is held between his teeth as he works), and a hammer which he's using to put the pieces of wood together.]
[His project is a little sloppy (he's no handyman), but seems to be a little box of sorts, a little bigger than a shoe box but more square than rectangular in shape. It isn't completely sealed - the top is open. He pauses, leaning back and looking over his work, before shaking his head in obvious disappointment.]
Ah, no, something's missing...
Commissary - Afternoon
[There's mumbling coming from the commissary.]
[Enter, and you'll find Alfendi sort of hunched over the terminal, the scritch-scratch of a pen being heard as he writes swiftly in a notebook next to him. The mumbling is coming from him, of course, and more or less he's just reading out the information of the profiles to himself as he writes.]
[Noticing somebody has entered the room, he shoots a dirty glare over his shoulder - his hair is messier, almost covering his eyes.]
What do you want? Get lost.
[ooc: Alfendi's Hyde side is here in this prompt for all your Hyde needs]