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Mattie glances over at the Duke, "That's disgusting!" she declares.

"Particle physics! Well, that's what I specialize in, but I dabble in a lot of stuff," Mattie nods when asked 'what kind of science' she does. Pssh, all of them, of course! Currently, though, she seems to be dragging in a rather large and peculiar looking piece of equipment, much like an old coal furnace, except more modern looking.

"I'm going to show you all a miniaturized version of my greatest invention! My famed anti-matter reactor!" she pauses, "With just one small reactor, using the destructive capabilities of anti-matter, we can power a whole city... OR, this conveniently placed death ray!"

Without further adieu, she begins adjusting a series of dials and switches on the device, and then begins hooking it up to aforementioned death ray. The whole business makes an ominous humming noise, and begins to give off waves of heat.

She aims the ray at nothing in particular - just a nearby wall, and presses fire. The death ray seems to charge up, as if it's about to fire, but then everything seems to backfire, "Woops, I guess I... Ohno-" Mattie gulps as electricity arches around the reactor and then the entire thing blows up in a brilliant white flash, throwing the pint sized inventor back twenty or thirty feet and leaving a nice little crater with scorch marks in the ground.

"I guess I forgot to carry the one again..."

Mattie votes for Leoian for leader.
Mattie votes Duke Leo Atreides for loser.

"Talent? That's easy! My talent is SCIENCE! And being a genius, of course. But mainly science," Mattie smirks, adjusting the collar on her lab coat in a 'trying to be professional' manner, before glancing at the other contestents. "Nobody can overcome the power of that! But what to do..." she ponders, tapping her chin whilst deep in thought.

Of course, 'deviled eggs' turn out to be more like 'hand grenades' as Mattie returns from her cooking excursion carrying a charred tray, with soot all over her face (except the spot where her goggles were obviously in place) and a set of slightly glowing (as if radioactive) eggs.

"Perfect! Just the right amount of rare Plutonian spice..." she nods, setting them on the table for anybody daring enough to try one. It seems that she must have eaten at least /one/ of them because a couple are missing. "As for my vote... I vote... Leoian! Because he's adorable. And... Just to shake things up, Ms. Kevorkia as team loser!"

Mattie votes Leoian as Team Leader
Mattie votes Ms. Kevorkia as Team Loser

"Okay!" Mattie smiles, rubbing her hands together. "Cooking? I love cooking. It's just like Chemistry. Which is one of my favorite things!" Of course, unlike Chemistry, the object is not to make things explode... which perhaps...

The girl jots a few things down on a pad of paper idly, considering what she'll need. No, it won't turn out just like last time! Not at all. Wouldn't do at all! Sure, her mother always said she made a terrible cook, but, mother happens to be in an insane asylum somewhere now anyhow, so what does SHE know?

"I know JUST what to do this time. I'm going to whip up a batch of my famous deviled eggs!"

"Ah well, if you say so..." murmurs Mattie, "But, voting someone to death is a pretty personal thing! Ah well. Perhaps next round I'll choose someone else..."

That does seem to have soothed the girl, for now; she seems non-plussed by random guy-person-James getting the boot. After all... snitches fill ditches, right?

Mattie folds her arms across her chest, giving a little 'hmph.' Her little speech didn't have quite the effect that she wanted it to - however, no matter.

"Ratings schmatings," she shakes her head, eyeing the wreck of guitar and amplifier. That probably cost /someone/ some money! "Anyway, now what? I've never been on a reality TV show before. Do we get a commercial break sometime?"

Ee. Hi guys. I just thought I would say a little something here. This is my first forum RP, so I am still sorta getting used to this whole deal. :) Sorry I have't posted much, been super busy all week. x_x But I will try to be more active. :3

"Excuse me?" Mattie blinks, "Just 'cause I hadn't said anything yet, doesn't mean I'm not /going/ to," the girl frowns at Charlene, shaking her head and laying her hand back on an electric guitar. Where did that even COME from? What's more, she jacks it into a clearly oversized amplifier, with various knobs and dials that /all/ go to eleven, and begins to turn them up, one by one. "I was just making sure to save the best for last, that's all," she pauses.

"And, it just, you know, /takes/ a little while to set all this up, right?" the amplifier hums loudly, with a solid /click/ when she plugs the cable in, holding a pick between her two fingers. "Here's what /I/ can do!" she brings the pick down, riffing off a huge power cord, before bursting into a blistering guitar solo; she makes the instrument scream in her hands, as if the instrument itself were climbing mount Everest.

Finally, her amplifier equipment gives out, blowing up in a shower of sparks, though she doesn't seem to notice for a few seconds what with her ears ringing and all; in frustration she shouts, "PIECE OF CRAP!" and slams the guitar into the huge speaker cone, whirling on a heel.

"Furthermore, I'm voting you team loser," she narrows her eyes at Charlene again. "And... I don't /care/ who the winner is, so long as it's not you," she huffs, muttering under her breath, 'Jerk.' "And this is still so utterly /stupid.../" she trails off, sighing.

Mattie withholds her vote for team winner.
Mattie votes Charlene F. Oftenseen for team loser.

Mattie doesn't cut an opposing figure in the arena, but she seems to think she owns it all the same. The teenage girl folds her arms across her chest, tapping her fingers on one elbow impatiently. Finally, she raises her finger and aims it around seemingly randomly.

"Feh. Stupid. You're all stupid," she adjusts her glasses, and then her trademark goggles, "Except him. HE can be leader!" she finally settles on The Hollow, finally dropping her finger, quirking an eye at him curiously.

"Done." She decides, nodding to herself and glancing upwards at Meowselsworth, eyeing her thoughtfully for a moment. She then busies herself by pulling something that looks akin to a pen out of her lab coat's pocket, fiddling with it.

Mattie votes for The Hollow.

"What? Interview? Nobody told me about an interview. For TV? TV is stupid. YOU'RE stupid!" A diminutive girl points at the camera, flicking the lens with her finger. She wears wire frame glasses, with a pair of thick black welding goggles pushed up on top of her head like a hairband.

"Don't do that." A man sighs in the background, "Come on Mattie, just give the interview."

"Fine!" the teenage, who wears a labcoat covered in interesting different chemical burns, shouts in a bratty manner, plopping down on the chair in the center of the room.

"Them them what it is you did, please," the man says patiently, adjusting the camera and zooming it in.

"What do you mean what I did? I've done lots of things. Just today, I had scrambled eggs for breakfast."

"You know what I mean. To your home planet? The one that doesn't exist anymore?" the man coughs.

"Oh. THAT thing. Whatever. It wasn't a big deal. It was just an accident, really, it isn't MY fault they sent in a team of incompetent goons to try to shut down my anti-matter reactor! Especially while I was off planet with my grandpa for vacation! Totally their fault. I even put a big do-not-touch sign on it!" The girl rolls her eyes, taking some sort of mechanical device out of her pocket and fiddling with it.

"Perfect! That's just fine - wait, what is that," the man says nervously, as there's the sound of a blast door somewhere being slid shut hurriedly. "WHERE DID SHE GET THAT? YOU GUYS KNOW SHE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO-"

Soon followed by, "Hey, wanna see what happens when we reverse the polarity?"

The camera fizzles out after being knocked back against the wall violently, briefly panning around a large laboratory that seems to double as some kind of prison cell.