♌ Leo gets techy with it - [OPEN]

[fundemetal]

who: Leo and Anyone
what: Programming the app mentioned here, but open to hanging out/chatting as well.
when: Every afternoon during curse week starting 5/21.
where: in the park underneath a shady tree
style: Starting with prose, but will change to match.
status: OPEN

Leo made his way into the park and picked out a large shady tree with a bench to sit under. If he was going to be spending all afternoon in one place it had to be somewhere comfortable and easy to be spotted in.

Buford was with him and he was using the sentient table to rest his SFC on so he could check for any messages while he waited for people to come get the app programmed in. He had no clue how many takers - if any - there would be, but he hoped that at least a few would be interested. He could really use the money to get some things from the Nostalgia Nook, especially some celestial bronze. He had a few projects lined up and couldn't get anywhere on them without some decent funding.

While he waited, he kept himself busy by fiddling around with some materials he'd gathered from the shopping district and from his magic tool belt. He built tiny machines and then took them apart again to make something new.

Comments

currently reading The Lost Hero and this is CR that I must have

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius was returning from the Nostalgia Quarter (calling it a nook just sounds so dirty and lewd), his sylladex full of fresh chocobo greens and decided to cut through the park. He notices the human sitting on the bench, but it's really those tiny machines dancing around that catches his attention. They immediately catch his attention, and he approaches.

"What are you making?" Enjoy a tall, muscular troll invading your space, Leo.

you totally made my day. ♥

[fundemetal]

Encountering trolls was becoming routine. Leo had met several since his first day on the island. So when a tall, muscular one stepped up and asked him a question, he didn't even blink.

"I'm not entirely sure," he said. There were times like this where his hands seemed to work independently of his mind and he had to look down to figure out what he'd been working on.

He glanced down and looked at what he'd been building. He'd taken several miniature versions of tools and given them mechanical arms and legs. They were dancing on top of Buford and the tiny hammer appeared to be dancing like MC Hammer.

Leo laughed, "I've made a bunch of dancing tools." Alongside the hammer, there were miniature screwdrivers - both a Philips head and flat-tip, a pair of pliers, and a wrench.

[stayb100ponyboy]

Although he would never admit it, Equius is pretty pleased that the human didn't blanche or act shocked at his appearance. Clearly he's already met some trolls, and they won't have to go through the "no I won't eat you and no I don't live under a bridge" dance.

He gets down on one knee to examine the tools more closely. He can't figure out how exactly they work, which intrigues him. The fact that they're dancing and acting silly he chooses to ignore. "How do they work?"

[fundemetal]

"Do you want the short version or the long version?" Leo asked. He'd run into the problem of explaining these sorts of things to people who weren't mechanically minded before and he'd rather only have to explain it once.

[stayb100ponyboy]

"Long version, please." Equius is pretty mechanically minded himself, and he's sure he'll be able to keep up.

[fundemetal]

Leo grinned, getting to talk with someone who could understand it was always a bonus.

"So," he picked up one of the screwdrivers and began pointing at the different automaton parts as he explained. "It uses a clockwork frame for the limbs and moving them. And there's this little wind-up key here on the back. A few winds of this and it can go for about an hour. These gears here and here control the movement of the limbs which is dictated by the teeth you see here. Kind of like a music box, except instead of making music it dances. Unfortunately, without celestial bronze, the parts are just too big to allow it to both dance and make music. And let's be real, dancing tools are so much cooler than musical ones."

[stayb100ponyboy]

Equius listens closely, nodding in understanding and examining the tools more closely. He makes no move to pick them up, however.

"So you're using clockworks..." He nods again. "Makes sense. Have you considered alternate power sources? Clockworks are always going to be limited in their scope. And tell me what celestial bronze is." Yes, he picked up on that, and wants to know more about this building material.

[fundemetal]

"Yeah, Buford runs on steam." He points at the table, which is puffing out little bursts of steam despite not appearing to have anywhere to hide that sort of mechanism. "And the warship I built runs on a volatile mixture of Lemnos fire, Greek fire and water from the River Styx. But I had this giant flying celestial bronze dragon. His name is Festus. He lost his body, but now he's the masthead for my ship. He was an automaton and used clockwork mechanisms for the most part. He can breathe fire and when he was whole, he could compact himself into a rolling suitcase."

"But don't knock the clockwork, dude. When I get my hands on some celestial bronze I'll show you just how amazing it can be. It's a metal mined from Mount Olympus. Kind of rare and pretty damn magical. It's what allows Festus to change shape and size. Percy's sword is made from the stuff and it turns into a pen when it's not in use. Just a standard sized pen, but it houses a 3 foot long broadsword."

can I friend you on Plurk? I'm enjoying this CR a lot and may need to plot and scheme in the future

[stayb100ponyboy]

"Buford." Equius sounds a little bemused by all this. "Your table is named Buford."

Named tables aside, the talk of giant weapons catches his interest, and he sits back on his heels to get a better look at Leo. "So you're skilled then with both micro and macro designs? Tell me more about your warship and your dragon. Are either of them here?"

He doubts it, but a troll can hope!

[redboots]

Marceline actually hadn't checked her SFC before leaving the house, so that's why Leo will find her casually floating by his shoulder, arms crossed as if she were laying on the ground instead of air.

"Sup, whatcha making?"

[fundemetal]

"Hey, Marcy," Leo said with a grin. He hadn't seen her since his first day on the island, so he was pleased to see her floating around - literally.

He wasn't working on anything nearly as cool or complete as the dancing tools that he had made when Equius had stopped by, but he was far from empty handed. "Just a prototype of a design I saw in some scrolls from back home. This is just some of the innards." He shrugged. "I need some celestial bronze before I can make the real thing."

[redboots]

"Oooh, sounds rare." Twisting effortlessly through space, she got herself a better look at what he had his hands all up on. "So what's it supposed to do, when it's all not in a bunch of pieces on a table?"

Creating gadgets like this wasn't really her thing, although she was pretty handy when it came to musical instruments. That was more Bubblegum's thing, but that girl had her hands in all sorts of science. Still, it's kind of interesting from an outside standpoint, so she'll heckle him with questions for a while.

[fundemetal]

"It's part of a sphere. It's what will wirelessly connect it to the control sphere. There's a bunch that can make use of it though, so it will be able to do any number of things depending on what other pieces I connect to it."

Leo continues to connect pieces as he explains. His hands on auto-pilot so he can actually look at her while he speaks. He wouldn't want to be rude, after all. So of course he asks... "Been wondering this, but I know you're not a troll since you don't have horns. So, what are you?" Damn curse.

[redboots]

Sounds weird, but she's from Ooo, which is a thousand times weirder, so Marceline rolls with it. It's more interesting to just watch Leo's hands go at work. It's always interesting to watch hands, but there's something to be said for hands that work on things like this.

Instead of being evenly vaguely affronted, Marceline just shrugs and says, "Half-demon Vampire Queen from Ooo." It's not like it's a big secret, after all! She loves being an extremely rad vampire, what's there to be ashamed about? The demon part is something she's a little more... secretive about, usually, because that's a thing from her dad and she... loves him, when he isn't just plain NOT GETTING IT. Being a vampire's what she chose, and it's what she prefers to introduce herself as.

[fundemetal]

"From Ooo? Isn't that where Prince Gumball is from?" Leo wasn't put off by the fact that she was a half-demon and a vampire. She didn't seem to be out for his blood, after all. As long as things stayed that way, he was cool with it.

[redboots]

She's going to have to change that at some point. Gotta scare all her friends at least once!

"Uh, sort of, and sort of not. It's kind of weird." She hasn't brought it up, because even she'd feel guilty if the guy had a exisential crisis or something just because he's an old dude's fanfiction.

[fundemetal]

"Okay..." Leo was confused, but she didn't seem to want to explain herself, so he decided to let that drop. "So uh, what have you been getting up to lately?"

FINALLY. A CHANCE.

[420]

All in all, this was a pretty weird scene already. A boy, his trusty table, little robots, pretty freaking weird, but sometime during the afternoon a little extra weirdness arrived, carried on little scurrying feet.

A tiny robotic mouse, no bigger than a field mouse, scurried up to Buford before fearlessly climbing up one leg to use the top of the table as a vantage point. Not much attention was given to Leo, instead the tiny robot squeaked as if it was slightly irritated, holding one mini mechanic paw above its eyes as it peered around. It was a rather ingenious piece of work, clearly the work of someone very skilled with machines, though whoever had made the mouse a little red cape had been far less skilled.

Another, slightly tinny squeak sounded, before the robo-mouse scurried over to another end of the table, peering in that direction, its... her? wire whispers twitching a little.

Man, how do you sex a mechnical robo-mouse?


(with its consent, of course.)

I'M SO EXCITED.

[fundemetal]

The sound of tiny claws making their way up Buford caught Leo's ear. The other sounds associated with it were very mechanical, so when he saw what looked like a mouse in a red cape, he couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship that clearly went into it. He observed it quietly as it peered out across the park.

Leo really wanted a closer look at the mouse, so he stood up and leaned over the table, looking down at it, trying to study it as unobtrusively as possible. He needed to meet whomever it was that made it - if he hadn't already. It was possible Dirk could have made it, he'd expressed that he loved making robots, but he was hardly the only other mechanical genius in this place.

"Do you have a name?" he asked the mouse with both his voice and morse code. He wasn't sure what sort of abilities it had for communication, not without touching it anyway. Which might be rude.

AT ONE POINT GAMZEE WILL SHOW UP. maybe.

[420]

At the question, the little robo-mouse turned. She didn't understand the morse code, as her creator never programmed that into her, but the words were understood well enough.

And also immediately discarded. In part because she had never been designed to actually speak beyond metallic squeaks and in part because she had a wayward charge to find. But.

That hair.

It was so curly. So messy. So... exactly like that of her charge. Her tail quivered as she was caught between conflicting programming, the duty to find her charge, and the duty to fix up messy curly hair. For a moment she looked about to overheat, before suddenly she darted forward (perhaps an internal safety control had been triggered, preventing a less than heroic BSOD) scurrying up Leo's arm and onto his head, her metallic paws immediately starting to smooth out the nearest messy curl.

Okay, just the hair and then she'd go right back to finding her charge again. Promise.

This is completely and utterly adorable. ♥

[fundemetal]

We the mouse didn't respond to the morse code, he checked off a little box in his head. That was one means of communication ruled out. But the robo-mouse did respond to his voice. Not verbally, but
scurrying up his arm and climbing on top of his head was a strong response.

Leo laughed and reached in his tool belt to pull out a small mirror, which he used to watch the robotic mouse attempt to fix his messy hair. "Good luck with taming that, little mouse." He'd never really managed to tame it by brushing alone. "You're gonna need it."

[420]

She is determined! She gives what can only be classified as a satisfied squeak when she has one curly lock of hair behaving as it should, before tirelessly attacking another, trying to smooth it out as well. Sadly enough, she does not possess that most vital of hair taming products mom-spit, so by the time she has that curl behaving to her wishes, the first one has sprung back up again, forcing her to repeat the entire process over again with slightly irritated squeaking.

All in all, a pretty hilarious scene. Which probably explains the lazy laugh suddenly coming from behind them. The source of the laughter is very definitely some tall... clown... alien... dude. He's got one bottle of opened, half drunk soda in his hand, the expression on his face lazily entertained. "Haha, I was all getting my wonder on as to where she had fuckin' scurried off to at. She being bothersome to you, bro?"

[fundemetal]

Leo watched in amusement as the robo-mouse did her best to straighten out his curls. He wondered if this was her purpose in life, or if his hair just inspired her that much.

"Nah, she's not bothering me, dude," he said with a laugh. He turned to get a better look at the guy, whom he could sort of get a glimpse of in the mirror. Of course he noticed right off that this had to be another troll, given the horns and grey skin. If he hadn't already met Kurloz, he might have been surprised by the clown make-up, but even that didn't phase him. What did catch his eye though was that the guy's hair was curly like his. Which would explain the robo-mouse's behavior.

"I take it she's yours? Awesome handiwork on her, man."

[420]

Yep. This just turned into a meeting of fro-bros. Maybe they should call up Kurloz, get even more hair all up in this place.

"Yeah, she's mine, but man, I ain't all the motherfucker what went and made her. Can't get my pan all wrapped about making lil' robo miracles what like that just fuckin' happen. Just how the fuck, you know?" Whoops, drifting away from the subject a bit there. "My babe made her for me. She's my momma."

[fundemetal]

"Your babe is your momma or the mouse is?" Following the way this guy talked was a bit of a challenge at first, but Leo adapted pretty quickly. Or at least managed to glean the gist of what he was saying. Except for that. He was a bit confused on that part of things.