“Hammer-space”
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Anonymous: So, i have a pretty good question for henry and the others: How do you guys have so many gadgets? It's like a pocket dimension?
- Ellie thinks about it, appearing slightly confused. “I guess, technically? It’s just hammer-space. Normally it can’t hold that much, but there are exceptions.”
- Charles peers back, looking at Henry and Ellie. “Hey guys, we’re about to make our descent. You should probably strap in. You know. So you don’t hit your heads.” - Ellie quickly unfolds one of the seats attached to the helicopter wall, sitting, and buckling in. - From the front, Charles starts speaking into his headset, clearing them for landing. - Henry, on the other hand, approaches the sliding doors. He pauses for a moment, thinking, then opens them. - “Henry...” Ellie warns, already knowing what’s coming. - He glances back, pulls out some weird looking boots, salutes with a big grin on his face, then hops out of the helicopter. - “Henry-!” Ellie cuts herself off, putting her face in her hands. He’ll be fine. She knows it, but it doesn’t stop his actions from feeling reckless and unnecessary. - In the front, Charles interrupts himself. - “-Oh... Oh, yeah. Looks like Henry jumped. Again. Uh- No. I think he, uh. He’s already on the ground. No parachute.”
- Ellie sighs and returns to continue answering the initial question, face still in her hands. “Henry is... one of those exceptions. He’s got so much random junk in his hammer-space, I don’t think even he knows what’s in there.”
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