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What Some Take For Magic At First Glance [Opentastic]
Howard has avoided The Warehouse entirely for the last few days. Something about wandering around in it alone seems like a profoundly unsettling prospect. Even when he returns to it, he decides it's a better idea to work out in the front yard than actually lounge around the living room.
Today's project is a roller fridge. Having found three sets of identical rollerblades (for someone with six legs? Or just three right feet?), Howard's set to dismantling them and fixing them to a mini-refrigerator he found in an unclaimed house down the tracks. He eventually plans on recalibrating the fridge into a freezer and attaching a handle to drag it to and from Hydroponics, but actually putting wheels on it seems to be the most difficult task so far.
After several failed attempts to use a candle-lighter to weld some sort of axle on, Howard gets a drill and an extension cord out. The sound of the drill upsets the cat, whom he's zipped into an old backpack, bar her head. He doesn't want her to run off onto the tracks, after all, or leave her alone in the house, and despite all the random junk he's accumulated, he hasn't yet found a small leash or collar.
She growls at him and struggles to free herself, but he routinely calms her down with cat treats and a sock full of catnip when the noise scares her too much. To keep her attention, he slips one of the cat treats up his sleeve and out of sight. That's just sleight of hand.
The fridge, on the other hand, may require more creativity. He sits with the backpack full of cat on his lap, chewing on a hangnail, trying to figure out how exactly he's going to give it wheels that can swivel.
Today's project is a roller fridge. Having found three sets of identical rollerblades (for someone with six legs? Or just three right feet?), Howard's set to dismantling them and fixing them to a mini-refrigerator he found in an unclaimed house down the tracks. He eventually plans on recalibrating the fridge into a freezer and attaching a handle to drag it to and from Hydroponics, but actually putting wheels on it seems to be the most difficult task so far.
After several failed attempts to use a candle-lighter to weld some sort of axle on, Howard gets a drill and an extension cord out. The sound of the drill upsets the cat, whom he's zipped into an old backpack, bar her head. He doesn't want her to run off onto the tracks, after all, or leave her alone in the house, and despite all the random junk he's accumulated, he hasn't yet found a small leash or collar.
She growls at him and struggles to free herself, but he routinely calms her down with cat treats and a sock full of catnip when the noise scares her too much. To keep her attention, he slips one of the cat treats up his sleeve and out of sight. That's just sleight of hand.
The fridge, on the other hand, may require more creativity. He sits with the backpack full of cat on his lap, chewing on a hangnail, trying to figure out how exactly he's going to give it wheels that can swivel.
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What kind of engineer was he if he couldn't figure out how to weld something?
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For someone with zero education or guidance in the field, Howard's actually done am incredibly solid job refitting the fridge to work with a car battery already. He steps aside to show Kang his handiwork.
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He took a closer look at what was already done, and quirked an eyebrow ridge, impressed, "Not bad."
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"I think I have some rolling desk chairs somewhere in the basement. Figure I can finish this up and give it to the Chancellor. You, uh...know how to use a welding thingy? Because if not I'm totally fine learning to burn my face off."
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He shook his head, "No, but I'm a fast learner. I was an engineer for about forty years." Not the type that most from Earth would think of, though.
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Howard raises his eyebrows, more impressed by that than Kang's position on the ship. "Wow, awesome. I made a rubber band gun in algebra once. Between the two of us we can probably figure it out. Why aren't you in Engineering now?"
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"I do help sometimes, when they need it. I'm better with purely mechanical items than I am the more advanced technology, though I'm not too bad with computers." The software was still a little confusing. He'd had a bit of a learning curve, by a few centuries.
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Howard nods. "Same. All the electricity got blown a few months in where I'm from. Did they even have electricity back on your world?" He guesses probably not, but you never know.
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"We didn't even have printing presses," he snorted, smiling. "Picture something more medieval, but with magic and multiple races, humans included."
Basically, like a fantasy novel. He was reminded of Councilor Kanner, and how he'd known of draconians.
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He walks around to the backyard and grabs a broken-down rolling desk. Probably better to destroy one desk than multiple chairs. He comes back and turns it over, revealing swivel wheels. "Are these casters?"
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He grinned, "They are. I think we're set, once those are removed."
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Howard pulls a screwdriver from his pocket and after a small struggle with the desk, removes one of the casters. "Let's try it with one before we ruin the whole desk. Three wheels is still workable. Two or none isn't. You wanna set it on fire, big guy?"
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He paused, digging through memories, "We need protective gear of some kind, I know that. Gloves, goggles, a leather apron."
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, to try and figure it out on his own.
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"Hold on one minute." Howard runs into the Warehouse, checks Albert's ledger, and returns with protective gloves, large Hollywood-style sunglasses and what looks like a doctor's labcoat. "I can't find goggles big enough for your head, man."
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He eyed the labcoat and the sunglasses, and flared his wings slightly. "I doubt the coat will fit me." He paused, an idea coming to him, and glanced around, then checked a pouch hanging on his belt. It was pure luck he'd brought the one component with him.
"Do you have anything made of granite lying around? And a fire extinguisher, for just in case."
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Howard slips the coat on. "Dude, no. That's for me. And I have so many fire extinguishers." It's one of the first things he takes from every unclaimed building. Hopefully there's never a fire. That would be highly unfortunate.
"I don't know what all the different rocks are, but there's a part of the backyard that I made a firebreak in as practice."
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"That should do it. Keep a fire extinguisher ready." Now he just needed to play with the torch.
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The answer is, obviously.
"Go for it."
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