Log:Temple's Chronospectrometer

2020/08/15 Radical|Connor Grimm 1

Connor is actually outside on the porch today, doing some reading and sipping some tea. And every so often, a car drives by, causing him to glance up.

After one of those glances, there's a text from Gabrielle. "Hey, got to talk to you about something. You free?"

Connor texts back, "Sure, I'm free. You're welcome to stop by."

The text is marked as read a minute later. And then a few seconds later, the porch darkens briefly and creepy, foreboding whispers rise and fall away. "Hey, Connor," Gabrielle smiles to him, looking a bit tired, and yet wired. She's dressed for the summer heat in a dark red tank top, black jean shorts, fishnet stockings, and her Doc Martens.

Connor sets his book down and smiles. He's doing some fiction reading, it looks like. Urban fantasy of some kind. "Hey there. So, what's up?"

"You look like you were relaxing," Gabrielle smiles apologetically, eyes falling to the book briefly out of curiosity before looking back up to him. "I heard something from Detective Carpenter that might be of interest to you, concerning...something from a while ago. Do you know him?"

Connor smiles and shows the book: 'Joint Forces' "It's about a modern mage in a world of various fantasy creatures, and the like. So...kind of like my life." He chuckles.

Connor shakes his head, "I know of the detective by name. But I've never met him, I think."

Grimm chuckles at that and nods. "Totally like your life. Sure it ain't a biography?" she teases. "Well," she says as she sits down on the steps and stretches out her legs down them, "he was telling me about a case he was on. Someone stole something of the Time Pharaoh's from the science museum. A device that could allegedly sense ripples in time distortions. Sound familiar? I mean, since it was you who warned Starguard last time about the Time Pharaoh? Y'know, back when you had that killer suit."

Connor thinks about it. "I do remember that. As the Cartesian, right?" He scrunches up his nose a bit, but he nods slowly, "I'm guessing it was something he made before he took that identity?"

Grimm nods and leans back, planting her hands behind her to keep her propped up. "Yeah. You were all mysterious about something wrong with time and not being able to see it." She shrugs faintly. "I didn't know you then like I knew Randal as the Cartesian. I don't know much about when it was made, but maybe it's documented online at the science museum's website."

Connor nods and pulls out his PDA to take a look at what the object is. "Do you know what it's called? I know the name of the guy is Dr. Temple, at least. That should help the search."

Grimm shakes her head. "The detective didn't tell me. And I don't know anything about who took it. Neither does he. But it can't be good if people are messing with his stuff. Who would want something that could sense time ripples?"

Connor furrows his brow and pulls up a picture. It's a hand held device with a couple of small satellite-dish looking additions on the top. "I think this is it."

Grimm leans over and up to try and peek at his PDA. "What's it called?"

Connor zooms in a bit, "Looks like...a chronospectrometer." He thinks about it. "It measures the 'time spectrum'?"

Connor shows the picture to Grimm.

Grimm peeks at the picture and looks puzzled. "Why would someone steal that? And don't say to measure the time spectrum," she smirks. "Why would they want to measure that?"

Connor grins, "To measure the time spectrum. Clearly. I'm not sure. My guess would be...that there are two possible reasons. First, it might be because someone doesn't have the tech yet. But this was in a museum. Dr. Temple published. And this is just sensory. So...it could have been rebuilt by someone else. And Temple himself wouldn't need to do that."

Connor rubs his chin, "So...either someone doesn't have access to the published work, or this is personal."

Grimm holds up a finger to him as he says what she warned him not to, pursing her lips threateningly, but she cracks a grin. "Smart ass," she chuckles. "It sounds like a fancy name for a clock. I can measure time with that," she sticks out her tongue briefly. "Personal? How so?"

Connor shrugs, "Well, there must be some reason why THAT particular device was taken."

Grimm rubs her chin and thinks about it. "I guess I should read up on Dr. Temple's past. Or suggest it to the Detective. How many devices does Dr. Temple have floating around? Are there more at that museum or others?"

Connor looks at the list of items. "Nothign else at that museum."

Grimm nods slowly. "Hmm. Maybe this is something I should bring up with Starguard."

Connor shrugs, "I'm not sure they need to get involved. Yet. There's no reason to think there's a danger, as far as I can tell."

Grimm thinks on that. "I suppose. Unless his theft was just a stepping stone to other things." She shrugs at that. "Thanks for the insight, though. Speaking of your suit...or your newer one...if we're going to go on an assault against Victor, you should probably make sure the kevlar's fixed. Or maybe add some extra padding to it."

Connor nods. "I already repaired the suit I have, but yeah...I've been thinking I need to beef it up a little bit. I can't take much of a hit, from what I've seen."

"I just want to make sure you're safe," Gabrielle smiles gently. "Maybe there's a material that's still flexible to use? Or maybe just something heavier to go over the suit in places, like a chestplate and other stuff. Maybe it can even be magically enhanced."