Do a Barrel Roll

[Tim Tawfeek]

So technically Tim had been avoiding this particular conversation. It wasn't Karl; he still liked the guy just fine. It was more the whole "glider" thing, which Tim definitely didn't blame Karl for. After all, Karl had designed the thing perfectly. Tim had flown, well, more or less, just perfectly. There had just been the whole tree thing and then the viral video and, yeah, definitely not something that Tim wanted to revisit any time soon.

But he did want to revisit Karl and he felt he kind of owed it to the guy to at least go up to him and talk this over. Karl was smart; he'd probably have some kind of solution already thought up. Sure, that thought did make Tim imagine himself wearing a strange kind of webbed "bat-suit," but hey, if he ended up sort of flying, then that would be cool, right?

"Just knock," mumbled Tim before lifting up his hand. He wrapped his knuckles on Karl's door, tapping three times, pausing and going: "Karl," before repeating it a few more times. He doubted that Karl would get it; Tim only barely paid attention to the show, more knowing it from the memes and stuff. But he figured it was as good a way of letting the other guy know he was there. "It's Tim!" He called, as if that wasn't already obvious, "and, like, I'm ready to talk about the glider thing," he was assuming that Karl had the wreckage. Tim certainly didn't.

[Karl Ford]

Karl was asleep when he heard someone knocking at the door. He could barely muster a groan. Lately Karl had not received much sleep. Providing a well needed upgrade to Peggy, his robotic mouse, coupled with piles and piles of homework was the cause of his recent insomniac behavior. Not only was he tired he had a really bad headache a common side effect from using his gifts. Hearing Tim's voice, Karl opened his eyes slowly. Tim who's Tim? Oh yea the dude who trashed my glider' Karl recalled. He wasn't entirely upset for breaking one of his precious inventions. He had gotten used to other people breaking his stuff during his past tenure at a mutant school in Canada. Besides his youtube video attempt at flying amused Karl but more importantly his failures inspired him to make a more user friendly model once he got the chance to repair it. But Karl was a bit upset he had to lug the wreckage into his room alone. Karl was smart but unfortunately he was a bit scrawny and short for his age.

He was tempted to just lay in his bed and waste the day away. But his nagging conscious wouldn't allow him to drift off into slumber land. I mean yeah he didn't bother to bring the wreckage to him right away but that wasn't an excuse to turn him away right?Still in his apron filled with black smudges and old work gloves made of cloth, with great effort Karl rolled himself out of the bed and landed on the ground with a great big 'thud'. Karl yelped in pain as he unfortunately landed on several pieces of nuts and bolts sprawled out across his room. Using the bed frame he struggled to get up. Once up and slowly made it to his desk to grab an unfinished cup of coffee he had brewed last night. It didn't matter if it was cold, Karl needed the caffeine.

Slowly but surely he made his way to the door. He sipped some of his cold coffee and opened the door. "Hey Tom- I mean Tim." Karl said with lack of energy. He sipped his coffee again. "You said something about a glider?" he inquired. "Also do you happen to have the time?" he asked again taking another swig from his mug.

[Tim Tawfeek]

"Dude, you seriously did not just forget the name 'Tim.' It's not like I'm named Tekownkway or something. We built that whole glider thing, spent hours together and stuff," Tim actually had thought Karl was kinda sorta a friend, but he might have misread that. He had just more or less known the guy when he'd thought up the whole glider thing and then headed over to bother him about building it. Tim had figured that agreeing and then making it and junk totally helped get them all close and junk. Plus, Karl was cool, as far as Tim was concerned. Anyone who could build weird stuff deserved to be called awesome.

"But yeah, glider and stuff," said Tim, nodding. "Aaand it's," he dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone and looking at it, "about two in the afternoon or something," he looked over at Karl. "You doing okay man? You look kinda wiped or something? If this is a bad time I can just come back later, it's no big deal. I just, like, I felt kinda bad about wrecking the thing and stuff, since I know you put a lot of work into it, and I'm just kinda... yeah," Tim rubbed at the back of his head. "I can totally take off if you want though; it's no big."

Tim was really thinking this was a dumb idea. Karl looked totally wiped; didn't remember him or anything, but that was Tim's fault. Man, he sucked at this whole being social thing.

[Karl Ford]

Despite feeling exhausted he felt bad forgetting Tim's name. I mean it was a simple one syllable word and an extremely common name. There was almost no excuse for Karl to forget it. Karl definitely made a mental note to make it up to him some how. He hoped this small incident didn't ruin his relationship with him. He was fond of Tim. Outside his machinations he didn't have to many human friends. Of course Karl was contempt with this but he had learned to value the limited human interactions he had.

Karl's eyes opened wide when he heard it was two in the afternoon. 'Jesus Christ' he thought. Now that he was more alert he did notice that it was a bit dim for morning.Karl had wanted to finish up tuning up Peggy as well as testing out a new algorithm for his mechanical rat. Unfortunately his abilities did not extend to programming and was a bit helpless in that department.

Tim inquiring about his well being made Karl chuckle a bit. Wiped? More like beaten with a bat and dragged down the road by 2013 toyota tacoma. "No no no I'm fine. Just a bit tired" Not only did Karl feel bad about the name thing he also did want to talk about the glider. Non surprisingly the glider did what it was designated to do but he had to make sacrifices in mobility due to the scarcity of parts. That was always persistent problem in his projects. "Come on in" Karl said mustering the scarcity of energy he had, while opening the door, gesturing Tim to come inside.

[Tim Tawfeek]

Fine? The guy didn't look fine. But it really wasn't Tim's place to pry into Karl's life, at least, not any more than he already was mostly by just being there and asking the guy to make things. "You should invent an energy drink or something. Or maybe steal some from Frank Cox sometime; I think she gets those crazy ones from Japan or something,' offered Tim. He nodded to Karl and stepped around him to get into the room. Tim struggled for a moment to remember who Karl was rooming with. He swore he'd met the guy once... younger kid, but then again, Karl wasn't exactly a greybeard or anything. Some people probably would've found it weird that Tim even hung out with someone a few years younger. Tim would've pointed out that they were buttfaces and that Karl was cool.

"so, yeah, the glider thing pretty much, uh, worked," offered Tim, turning to look back at Karl. He didn't want to venture too far into the dorm, mostly because he didn't want to intrude on privacy or run into another of Karl's projects. Someone needed to get this kid a lab. "Just like you said it would. Thing was aerodynamic as, well, uh, a bat I guess," Tim shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling that would at least give him something to do with them. "I just---well, uh.." he worked his lips for a bit, then licked them. "You saw the vid, right?" he asked, leaning over and talking a little lower. It seemed like about half the Academy had seen Tim crash and burn.

Man, why couldn't he be known for his kickass dance moves? Oh, yeah, because he'd need some first.

[Karl Ford]

Making an energy drink didn't sound like a bad idea. To bad Karl was more of mechanic rather than a chemist. With his lack of chemist knowledge the best he could probably create would be sugary kool-aid. As far as stealing things, he'd rather not risk pissing off some hormone driven mutant girls who could more than likely break his arm. Well at least not for something petty as an energy drink. Though he'd definitely take that risk for a hair dryer.

More alert, Karl was a bit embarrassed at the mess. He wasn't used to having to many visitors in his room. Not only was he one of the younger enrolled students at the academy but he wasn't really apart of the social monarchy other kids held. It seemed to be one of the things he and Tim had in common. Not that he thought of Tim as a nerd or a geek. To Karl he seemed like a pretty cool guy.

Karl nodded in agreement with Tim. He definitely had seen the video, enjoyed a few laughs from it. But more importantly he had a couple ideas on how to improve it. "Yeah it worked like a charm eh" he taunted playfully. "But I have to admit it might have been my fault you collided with a tree. I hadn't taken into account of there being obstacles when I made it." He took another sip from his mug. He frowned though. The cup was almost gone.

[Tim Tawfeek]

"Alright, so we both screwed up, no big," said Tim, more than willing to share a little of the blame. he shrugged and looked around the room for a few moments, before seeming to realize something. "Wait, you said you didn't count for obstacles, right? Does that mean, like, that you could account for them or something? Please tell me that you're thinking about putting kickass lasers or spinning blades on the end of a glider. I'd have to kiss you on the mouth, which would be super awkward, but it would so be worth it."'

Assuming of course that Tim didn't wind up frying himself or getting something cut off, which was probably the most likely explanation. Which only reminded him that, yet again, he had one of those novelty type powers, the kind that might sound pretty cool, but actually kinda sucked. Unlike building things, which Karl had, along with a mug of... something.

Tim looked at his friend's hand, noting the mug. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "You want to go get some coffee or something? That's not connected to the whole kissing you on the mouth thing or anything, but, yeah, you seem kinda wiped and," he gestured to the cup. "I mean, I'm cool for sticking around and seeing what you're working on or whatever," Tim shrugged before sticking his hands in his pockets, figuring that he'd done a remarkable job of doing far more talking than was strictly necessary.

[Karl Ford]

Karl laughed when he heard Tim talking about adding lasers and spinning blades to the glider. "Only if you can dish out a million dollars" he snorted. He didn't need to rely on his intuition knowing it was nigh impossible. He would definitely need materials and specific metals found beyond the scope of the academy and Kalispell. Not to mention a strong power source to power the spinning fan blades for propulsion and stability. And Karl could go on and on about the practicality of a laser. But he liked his imagination. The world definitely needed more people who could think like Tim.

"Nah its fine, we can stay here" he assured Tim. He wasn't entirely fine but Karl believed he could get through this discussion. He then glanced the inside of the mug. Well maybe."But as far as the glider I was thinking more on the lines of making it lighter making turning a bit easier to turn. And adjusting some key parts in the metallic frame would also help." Karl stated. He gestured towards and looked at the glider he salvaged from the crash placed in the corner of the room. While it wasn't in total shambles, much of the parts had to be replaced and constructed. "I'm just curious why hadn't you brought me the wreckage?" he asked with a hint of irritation. Karl wasn't sure if it was the lack of sleep, but he was a tad bit upset about the glider being left outside. It wasn't entirely made out of grade A material and was susceptible to weather damage.

[Tim Tawfeek]

Tim let out a "man" at the mention of the money. Of course he didn't have that much money to just drop on a project. Wasn't like he was a Bellefonte or Banks or something. "You should totally talk one of the rich kids into making stuff for you," he said, having obviously seized on the idea with that train of thought. "There's load of them who'd probably just love to throw money at you,' The action of which Tim felt it necessary to mimic, tossing a few fistfuls of cash.

Then the hands went back into the pockets, hoping that Karl was gonna pull it together. The guy still looked rough, though he didn't admit to wanting to go get something else to drink or anything. Didn't seem to affect Karl's mind though, as the guy prattled off stuff that Tim just barely followed. He followed the gesture too, looking at the mess. He winced at the sight, the all too physical reminder of his most major messup in recent memory.

"Uh, because I messed up?" asked Tim. He reached up and rubbed at the back of his head. "Like, I totally meant to bring it back. But it was stuck in the tree that I had just sort of run into, and I saw that people were recording and... guess I just panicked man, I'm sorry," he gave Karl an apologetic look. "I promise not to run away the next time, if that helps?" He hoped it did, well, that and the fact that he was here, now, giving Karl an apologetic look and all.

[Karl Ford]

Offering his services to rich kids was not a bad idea. Heaven knows Karl could use the money. But at the same time he was unsure how he felt being Kim Kardashian's mechanic 'slave'. From the television shows he watched, he perceived them as spoiled brats who always demanded ridiculous requests. But then again, what could possibly go wrong. "Having rich kids tossing money at me definitely doesn't sound like a bad idea" he said earnestly.

Even though Karl was still feeling a bit butt hurt about the glider being left outside he felt he was able to forgive Tim for the mishap. Besides with the glider being damaged he was able to make improvements and give it a few tweaks. "Its alright, I just hope you'll keep your promise" He sat down on his chair and rubbed his head. The headache became a bit worse. 'Maybe I'm not alright' Karl thought to himself. Despite the onset of a headache, Karl decided to hide his pain. He paused for a minute before speaking again. "Tim do you mind if grab whats left of the glider in front of me I'd like to go into detail about the modifications and repairs for it."

[Tim Tawfeek]

"Well, it's either build stuff for them or take up stripping, and we don't got the moves, man," replied Tim, obviously joking. He chuckled a little more readily as Karl forgave him for the glider thing, adding a little sigh of relief. He'd been expecting to have to live up to that for ages. Though the forgiveness didn't necessarily mean that Karl was going to just drop it, now that Tim stopped to think about it.

Just keep his promise, and Tim was nodding at that. He started to speak, only to stop when Karl started sitting. Tim took several steps closer to the guy, then paused, realizing that Karl might not want his help or something. "You sure you don't need a nap or something to drink or something?" offered Tim, looking around the room. "And by drink I don't mean, like, booze, but maybe some water or something?" Surely there was a water bottle or glass somewhere in this mess? Tim already started looking even before karl brought up the glider again.

"What? Yeah, I can do that. Uh, where is it?" he asked as he began looking, walking slowly through the stuff. He reached for one pile, but stopped when he heard some stuff shifting, wincing and pulling a nervous facial expression, teeth locked, lower jaw slightly extended, he looked over at Karl, giving his friend an apologetic look before gently setting it down. "Gonna need a bit of guidance here, man."