WIP Wednesday: 'Tal & Ayla Do Mad Science'
AKA ☀️Sunny & Fern🌿 Write a Fic
^Ayla & Tal. Also a still life of myself and Sunny attempting to do basic math
This passage is from a WIP chapter for @sunny374940 & I's insane 'Yeehaw Peepaw!' Western AU that not only perfectly encapsulates our unhinged OC gremlins Tal Lavellan and Ayla Thorne (yasss we love a cross-DA game friendship) but it's also a very good example of the equally unhinged writing process we've famously come to embrace over here at Chaos Labs Productions™️
Which goes a lil' something like this...
Sunny wrote this entire Tal POV passage.
A few days later we tried (and failed) to do some pretty basic math.
Sunny went back and added Tal & Ayla essentially reenacting our math fuck up without telling me, which almost made me spit out my coffee (with cow juice) when I read it for the first time.
Then, I realized he included a very passing but very funny line mentioning that Ayla has a stool in Tal's backroom for when they do science because she's so short.
So then I had to add some of her thoughts about that.
Sunny added some of Tal's thoughts about that.
I added some of Em's thoughts about THAT...
...You starting to get an idea of what this Ellipsus doc looks like yet?? 🤣 Also yes, we have come to understand that we ARE Tal & Ayla lmao.
So without any further ado, here's our silly WIP!
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"Mr. Lavellan," that fucking fancy doctor called from the front of the shop, startling Tal into nearly dropping the gunpowder he was just putting away. "Would you have a moment?"
"Nope!" Tal shouted back.
"We're in the back, Emmrich, come join us," Ayla called.
Tal was going to poison her cow juice.
"Ms. Thorne! What a marvelous surprise!" he exclaimed and only then seemed to remember that Tal was there too. "Mr. Lavellan," he nodded.
Tal nodded back with a sigh. "You wanted something?"
"I meant to inquire about –" he blinked when he saw the fucking burner that had a green flame again – Tal was going to throw the thing out of the window very soon if it didn't start behaving – right next to the firebomb base that still wasn't done, and the rattlesnake Tal had been using to explain firebomb effects on the body.
"What exactly are you two doing?" the doctor asked, gaping at their work.
"Working," Tal shrugged, and Ayla turned to give the doctor a dazzling smile, which made her look like an even bigger idiot with the goggles still in place.
"And shut it for a moment, would you?" Tal snapped at the speechless doctor, so maybe he needn't have bothered. "We're in the middle of something."
"How much gunpowder did we put in there?" he asked Ayla.
"Twenty seven grams," she said confidently, which made him absolutely certain that she was wrong.
"Alright," he sighed. "And did you add enough potassium nitrate?"
"Mhm. This stuff, right?" she asked, pointing to an open jar of greyish dust.
"That's magnesium, it's not – eh, close enough," Tal shrugged and stirred the base with a spoon he stole from Ayla's coffee mug. "Step back, yeah?" he turned to the doctor, who moved backwards so quickly that he nearly tripped over Ayla's step stool.
Ayla of course leaned closer to the burner once she saw Tal reaching towards it with the spoon that still had some remnants of the firebomb base stuck to it, and the doctor caught her by the upper arm to drag her away. She didn't even fight him, and Tal had to roll his eyes. She really was done for.
"Creators, Ise, why the fuck aren't you using it?" Tal snapped, kicking the step stool towards her. "I had Davrin make it for you for a reason."
She rolled her eyes at him and added a pout. "Aww, come on Tal—I'm not a kid or something."
"I don't believe anyone is attesting that you are, dear," Volkarin assured her. "…but the fact remains that you aren't much taller than one. It really would be much safer if you were to use it."
Tal snickered when Ayla crossed her arms over her chest, grumbling something unintelligible about "fuckin' stools and goggles" under her breath.
The doctor snickered too, which startled Tal into almost smiling at him. He shook his head and rolled his eyes when the man dramatically held out his hand to lead Ayla up on the step stool like he was helping her into a fucking carriage or something, because the middle of firebomb testing was apparently the best time for people to be idiots.
"Thanks, sugar," she said, giving Volkarin a mock curtsy, and making him crack up, since those goggles really did make her look like an idiot.
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