Dagna was in the Undercraft, as always. It was something of a home away from home for her, disregarding the fact that she didn't really have a primary home to be away from. And the fact that she was paid to be there, which wasn't a typical attribute of any kind of home. Details, details.
So far, the day had been somewhat lowkey. Not a single explosion! Instead of working with lyrium, or runes, or any kind of magical theory, Dagna was experimenting with something simple: attempting to strengthen dawnstone. At one point, she had tried a concoction that backfired and disintegrated part of a table-- but disintegrating was totally different from exploding. Not exactly safer, but less singed eyebrows!
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11/10/15 01:34 (UTC)So far, the day had been somewhat lowkey. Not a single explosion! Instead of working with lyrium, or runes, or any kind of magical theory, Dagna was experimenting with something simple: attempting to strengthen dawnstone. At one point, she had tried a concoction that backfired and disintegrated part of a table-- but disintegrating was totally different from exploding. Not exactly safer, but less singed eyebrows!