Xaviers!

Tosh stepped into JMP Electronics through a broken glass door unnecessarily barred closed and looked around, ready for anything.

The store seemed fairly empty for now.

"You're going to save the world with a TV?" Molly asked, rhetorically.

"No. Processors. A lot of them. And a bunch of cooling components... or a freezer if they don't have those."

"How is THAT going to help?" asked Debbie Downer.

"I assume you don't want the device to explode and kill us all, scattering our constituent atoms throughout time. Unless you're into that sort of thing."

He continued on into the aisles.

"...Don't build something that can kill us!" Molly whined, tagging along.

"No choice Morty. Possible death beats certain death," he countered, "Now... hmm... yeah, grab a cart and gather as many computer processors as you can find while I locate a washing machine to dismantle."

Molly grumbled. "Who died and made me sidekick?" as she gathered the equipment.

Tosh, meanwhile, turned into Bruce to move a heavy washing machine. He shifted back and fired up his sonic electric screwdriver to get to work removing its motor and drum.

A while after Tosh starts gathering up components and materials the group arrives with the power core and various other requested things. While some keep an eye on the street outside Ashlie heads deeper into the store, looking around a bit dubiously as she searches for Tosh.

"An interesting choice for a source for parts."

By then, he had a nice collection of motherboards and refrigerator coils and had mostly built a cooled processor array in the washing machine drum.

"Used to build things from random scrap all the time," he said as he soldered something in place. "Never had to loot though," he added with nervous laugh, "... or have to stop a temporal apocalypse. Desperate times right?"

"I will reimburse them for the materials later. What's your plan?" she asks as she looks over the array and scavenged parts.

"Stabilize the temporal breakdown by using a turbocharged photon emitter to broadcast and amplify the effect of the short-range temporal stabilizers. Theoretically sending everything back where it belongs as a bonus."

Ashlie nods. "We have to take into account that the disturbance is being actively generated in the past. They're anchoring themselves to our time, if the temporal frequencies overlap we risk pulling their base of operations through entirely."

"Maybe... use an opposing waveform to cut the quantum tether?"

"Disrupt their connection at the right moment, yes, that might work. I'll work on a modulator. It won't be very long-range but it should work."

"I wasn't sure what to think at the time, but back at where HYDRA popped in there was this phenomenon within the phenomenon. I caught it on high speed video. I think... it was them starting it on their end."

"I'll take a look. It might give us some clues as to how they did it."

"It's on the van's system," he said.

"How many reinforcements came with you?"

And, more importantly, how many sandwiches!

"Enough?"

Victor still had the power core clutched tightly to his chest as he glanced over Tosh's handiwork.

"Is it supposed to look like that?"

For her part, Emilie was watching the entrance to the shop they'd come in, her back to whatever it was Toshiro was rigging together. She'd thought about having a smoke break, but had forgotten she'd emptied everything out of her bags to bring Tosh his food.

She held out his sandwiches with her back turned to him. Two slightly mashed six inchers, probably cut in half.

"Roast beef, melted swiss, horseradish sauce.

Like wasabi 'cept not green. No vegetables." She stated, remembering the last time she fed him him mentioning his feral issues.

"How come he doesn't get forced to eat his vegetables?" Victor grumped.

"Victor. When you grow an inside shark and then put the inside shark into the middle of a time warp catastrophe, then we'll discuss whether or not eating your vegetables are good for your colon." She replied, looking and sounding a bit annoyed.

Tosh's stomach growled loudly the second he saw the sandwiches. He snatched them up and, between ridiculously large mouthfuls, said something that was probably an acknowledgement of Emilie's awesomeness. In about six bites, he was done and back to work with a powerful belch.

"...sorry..." he blushed.

Ashlie looks a little befuddled that someone would carry sandwiches into a situation like this, but then again she has never felt hunger and judging by how Tosh wolfs down the food it apparently was a good idea. Instead of getting into the middle of that discussion she just clears out a space for Vic to put down the power core.

Victor thought that being pregnant with a shark baby was a pretty lame excuse but he wasn't going to argue about it right now. The sooner the power supply got hooked up the sooner the others could use their Star Trek Voyager words to fix the problem at hand. He knelt down and, very carefully, began to "decompress" the core. It was a task that required a lot of concentration, otherwise it might suddenly snap back to it's original size... or only parts of it might; neither of those possibilities were likely to be good.

Ashlie patiently watches as the core slowly grows out to it's original size. Once Vic is clearly done she steps up and begins opening panels and pulling segments out of it according to some complicated sequence, inspecting various parts and hooking up cables to it. Running various diagnostics and inspecting critical components she nods. "Only minor recalibrations needed. Excellent job, Mr. Freud. Remind me to ask for your help the next time I have to work on miniaturized components."

Will winced as he saw what Tosh had done to the appliances, cannibalizing them as necessary.

What Tosh did next would truly horrify Will. He used a hand saw to cut one side off of two shopping carts and then welded them together. It was in this frankencart that he mounted the processing array.

"I'm going to...going to wait outside..." Will said. "With the centurions..."

Victor Was sweaty and dishevelled as if he'd just run a couple of miles. But he was also having a bit of the runner's high at the praise.

"Ha - thanks, ma'am. Glad to be - of help."

Emilie for her part didn't much respond to the praise of herself, but smirked a bit at Vic's reaction. She hid it quickly as she stretched out her arms, then went back to watching for nazis. Or whatever the hell weird thing decided to bust in the door next.

"Go catch your breath. It'll take us a bit to assemble everything. Be ready to make a move in about an hour." Ashlie says as she finishes inspecting the power core.


((And then fast-forward to arriving here))