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It's an average day. Nick the fairy is poking at one of his little electronics projects, paying attention to the incoming summons with half a brain, trying to grab one. But while a lot of fairies get summoned, equally many are looking out for summons. It takes a while unless you're really focusing on it.
He starts an automated test and gives the stream of summons his full attention, and gets one a moment later.
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impetuous_force
"Fair enough. I don't have an actual machine shop for you but I'm supposed to get a USADI credit card and go shopping for you if you know what you need in sufficiently local terms. This is a pathetically tiny town, though, I'll have to go to Port Angeles if you want anything nonstandard."
"I still don't actually have an internet connection, but digging through history books gave me a good idea of stuff a hardware store might have. I'll write a list after breakfast if you fetch paper and pen." And then he starts eating, before it gets much colder.
impetuous_force
"I can pick you up a laptop on the same card. And a really long Ethernet cable."
"Heh, ethernet. I don't think they'll move me somewhere else fast enough to make it pointless, so sure, thanks. Make and model of the laptop is not likely to matter, go for something cheap and tough looking."
A list is shown on his tablet. It's ordered by priority and seems mostly geared to everyday things, but it's a bit long. There are things like 'CRT monitor (broken maybe okay I just need the tube)', 'toaster, any kind', 'steel or aluminum sheeting', and also various electronic parts, some of which he was only able to identify by function and not name.
"If you want to just take a photo of the screen... There, I turned off the anti-recording feature, so that'll work."
"If you want to just take a photo of the screen... There, I turned off the anti-recording feature, so that'll work."
impetuous_force
"It has a feature that would prevent me from taking a photo of it?" she asks. "Anyway, I don't have a camera on me, I'll just copy it out if that's okay." She does have a notebook on her.
"Yes, yes it does." He sounds a little smug.
impetuous_force
"How's it do that?" She writes quickly and has very neat handwriting.
He attempts to explain. It involves things like photon polarization and reactive algorithms.
impetuous_force
She doesn't interrupt him to tell him that he makes no sense, but he's still kinda over her head.
She copies the whole list, adds 'laptop' and 'long Ethernet cable', and says, "Anything last-minute?"
She copies the whole list, adds 'laptop' and 'long Ethernet cable', and says, "Anything last-minute?"
"Would it be stretching to ask for a supply of tea and a pot? Something fruity or chai. I'm not particular as long as it has plenty of caffeine."
impetuous_force
"I can do that. How're you going to brew the tea in here if you don't like heating liquids with teekay?"
"Gut one of the toasters and make a heating tray. Though if you see an electric tea-brewer that's probably better."
A little device flies out. "I am a fairy, and also a power source. This is a generator. Tuning it to 110 volts is easy enough."
impetuous_force
"Oh, okay. You'd rather have the teakettle than a coffeepot? Or you want one of each?"
"Tea's better overall, I think. Thanks for your help."
Leaving Nick to start messing with settings and dis- and re- assembling some of the things in his coat and pants of many pockets.
He's spent a lot of time since coming here unoccupied and bored. And he can't even blame them for not grabbing onto what he's offering with all four limbs and the head, with so many nasty things about. (He reminds himself to double check that this is actually the case at some point.)
Meanwhile, he mutters, "The wheels of bureaucracy are greased with sand," and goes back to sketching out plans for bringing other aspects of technical revolution to bear.
He's spent a lot of time since coming here unoccupied and bored. And he can't even blame them for not grabbing onto what he's offering with all four limbs and the head, with so many nasty things about. (He reminds himself to double check that this is actually the case at some point.)
Meanwhile, he mutters, "The wheels of bureaucracy are greased with sand," and goes back to sketching out plans for bringing other aspects of technical revolution to bear.
impetuous_force
Bella's back in four hours with an array of shopping carts on a dolly. "Here you go. I crossed off the things I got, couldn't find everything." She offers him her paper list.
"Ah, excellent, now I can get properly started." He scans the list and starts levitating things.
In minutes the room resembles something like a cross between someone's garage, a machining shop, and a mad scientist's lab. He keeps up a meandering running commentary, sometimes even remembering to phrase things in relatively nontechnical ways.
In minutes the room resembles something like a cross between someone's garage, a machining shop, and a mad scientist's lab. He keeps up a meandering running commentary, sometimes even remembering to phrase things in relatively nontechnical ways.
impetuous_force
Bella watches for a bit, then says she's going to bring him lunch and then she has a training thing unless he needs her for something.
He pauses his careful telekinetic soldering to answer. "Hm, no, go ahead, maybe mention my flashlight and how I ought to lecture about futurestuff to a pomposity of professors at some point."
impetuous_force
"Will do if I see an opportunity." She goes away again. She brings lunch. She goes. She is back with dinner at seven in the evening.