Dr. Miles Davis Prower (gearheadmiles) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-02-24 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | miles::gearheadmiles, wave::gearandgrace |
Gears are Turning [ Complete ]
Who: Miles (gearheadmiles) and Wave (gearandgrace)
What: Wave needs to get a mecha-boner for eyeful of the in-progress Deathscythe. Miles needs to hit on a swallow who is now roughly his age.
When: Saturday Night, roughly midnight
Where: Duo's Hangar
Warnings: Technobabble. Lots and lots of technobabble. Also flirting. And technobabble. Possible Sonic Riders: Zero Gravity spoilers.
GearAndGrace: *doesn't take long to find her way out of the hotel and over to the hangar. It's a little hard to miss, as big as it is. She just looks it over for a bit, before making her way inside, pushing her glasses up onto her bandana as she enters the dimmer interior. Hmm... so far it doesn't seem to like they've gotten much work done, which is both dissappointing and pleasing, since it means she has a chance to watch it from the ground up*
GearheadMiles: *It's a long process, building a ten story mech. Currently, he's sitting in a corner of the hangar, keeping his eyes on the goings on - which have slowed considerably given how late at night it was - and juggling two laptops, eyeing schematics on one and typing notes on the other. Obviously, he doesn't much notice the swallow yet*
GearAndGrace: *spots the two-tailed fox amidst the mass of parts already gathered and makes her way over to him, utterly silently, as befits a Rogue. Hmm... how about that. He was taller. And obviously older. This place got weirder and weirder all the time. Without so much as a word or a sound, she wanders up until she can peer at the screen of the laptop he's currently working with. She smirks, softly, and reaches over, pointing at a spot on one of the schematics he's got going* You'll need a bigger capacitor matrix than that if you want it to stand up to the power this baby's likely to have. That is, unless you like having your circutry frag the instant you fire it up.
GearheadMiles: *both ears and tails perk up sharply in shock, the fox's fur standing on end for a moment before he grins. He's in a blue mechanic's suit covered in a bit of crease and engine oil - possibly from his own work, as it seems he hasn't done much actual work on the mech itself.* The matrices are intended as redundant safeguards. I dunno how Duo did it, but there's enough resistance in these wires that you don't have the typical energy feedback from a fusion core. No, my concern is how the hell the weaponry works. It looks like typical solid energy tech, but there doesn't seem to be any visible power grid...
GearAndGrace: *she grins openly at the obvious shock, for a moment, before she hmms and straightens a little again, watching the screen with honest interest* .... interesting. But then, the sort of feedback you'd get from a fusion engine depends on what type of material you have available. Do you know what he's making these out of? The titanium-gigantum alloy I learned to blend from the Carpet made it possible to double the power output of Gear without frying it...
GearheadMiles: *he shakes his head, leaning back a bit* He calls it 'Gundanium'... it's some sort of alloy that I can't quite figure out, myself. It seems to be half titanium, quarter gigantum, and a quarter something I can't even figure out. S'alien, whatever it is. *he leans in, switching the program on the right laptop, obviously the one for his own notes, before opening up the full schematics, letting Wave examine the whole thing over his shoulder if she so pleases*
GearAndGrace: Gundanium? *she echoes and then hmms, leaning in a bit so she can look at the schematics the fox pulled up, eyes flickering over them and taking the information in at a rapid pace. She reaches up and fiddles with her pendant, idly, as she reads, eyes never leaving the screen* Never heard of it... but considering the way this place is, it's probably something native to his own ... world.. dimension.. whatever. Which is why we've never had the chance at it. Mm... wonder if he'd teach me how to make it... I can just imagine what it'd do for my babies if it a matrix that small can handle that much power...
GearheadMiles: *A low chuckle leaves the fox, and he leans back a little* World is easier to say, s'why it's the term I use. But... yeah. It'd be like if you could've used the Arks as a sincere power source like you'd wanted to.. or better. *He considers, and then smirks* Speaking of which, do you really think an antigrav unit would work in a wormhole engine?
GearAndGrace: *she glances over at him, arching a delicate brow at him for a moment, smirking knowingly* Could've? Who's to say I won't~? *she asks, before she straightens a little, giving her headfeathers a little toss as she does* Of course it would. The amount of power a single Ark can put out is astounding. If Eggman could run an entire worldwide computer system on a single one and only five of them could take a ship the size of an island through space, it would be enough. Besides... while they might not generate as much raw power as a Chaos Emerald, an Ark is vastly more stable, which makes them far more useful.
GearheadMiles: *smirks knowingly himself, leaning back* ...Except when an Ark goes critical mass, it goes bad. A little chaos surge is nothing compared to generating a freaking black hole.
GearAndGrace: *snorts, softly, and turns her gaze back on the schematics on the laptop* And you need more than one for that to happen, Sparky. So unless you've got four hiding in those adorable greasy pajamas you're wearing, I don't think you need to worry too much about my little old one~ *she says, gesturing lightly with the hand that bears the Ark around its wrist*
GearheadMiles: *there's a low squeak, and he actually pulls his gaze away from the consoles to stare* You mean you actually kept it? I mean, hell. Is that what the ancient Babylonians would've gone for? *he chuckles, and smirks* ...And for that matter, you're offering me tech you know I can't get on my own, and that you have no reason to give me.
GearAndGrace: *looks back at him again, arching a brow at him like he's a few bricks short of a load* Of course I kept it. What, did you think I was going to just give the thing away after Storm went through all that trouble to get the one that pink brat had? We still had two more to get from you and your spikeball idol for that matter... *she smirks then, sharply, lips curling and blue eyes flash* Am I~? That's funny, Sparky~ I don't seem to remember telling you you could have mine~
GearheadMiles: *nods briefly, though he rolls his eyes. Yeah, he should've expected that from Wave. For that matter... he turns and flashes a predatory grin, his own azure eyes meeting hers* Well, I couldn't exactly have one of my own, especially after ten years... so why bring it up unless you thought I could find one here?
GearAndGrace: *she's actually a little startled by the predatory grin she gets, and the way those eyes meet hers, boldly like that. That's very different from the geeky little wimp with the hero worship complex she knows. Still, all she does is smirk a little more* And how could I know what you have and don't have after ten years? If you were stupid enough to give up a powersource like that, it isn't my fault, Sparky~ I was just pointing out the obvious since you've always had trouble grasping that~
GearheadMiles: *hmphs and grins* Says the one who took almost as long as Jet himself to realize he had the hots for Sonic. And actually? It was your fault. After all, Sonic decided the Rogues should keep the Arks, since they, like the carpet, were you guys's legacy. How could I keep hold of one if you guys had all five sealed away, hnmn? I'm a lot of things you are, mockingbird, but a good thief ain't one of them.
GearAndGrace: *blinks a little at that and arches a brow a little more at him* Pardon me~? *she hmms, thoughtfully* ... he really doesn't give a damn about money or treasure, does he? Well... he never did seem like the brightest crayon in the box. *goes right back to smirking, curling her hands against her hips and watching him, looking amused* I can think of a lot of other things I am and you're not besides a good thief, Sparky~
GearheadMiles: *laughs a bit and shrugs* Knux was really the treasure hunter out of the three of us. I only care about tinkering, and Sonic's just the epic good guy... *he grins and leans back* Well, other than the obvious, I meant. It's pretty freakin' clear I'm not a girl, a bird, descended from a genie...
GearAndGrace: *smirks at him and then laughs, softly, and shakes her head* And like having something worth dune knows how much isn't good for your tinkering? Or was it just the hero complex talking~? *she snerks, softly, and turns her attention back to the laptop, reaching over to tap a few buttons and move to the next section of the schematic, eyes never missing a thing* You'd be a pretty funny looking bird, rotorbutt and I don't think you'd be as cute if you were a girl, either~
GearheadMiles: *almost tries to lean back further, starts losing his balance and swings around, almost instinctively grabbing his laptop as he kind of stumbles back into position* ...H..hero complex talking. And somehow, I don't think me being a girl would make a whit of difference to you either way... but yeah. I couldn't see myself with feathers or all flamed up like you Rogues are. *he chuckles, trying to compose himself, and swivels back around* Most of this should be fairly elementary even for you, aside from composition...
GearAndGrace: *blinks as he stumbles and then grins sharply and laughs, brightly* Just as graceful as you were ten years ago, I see~ *she smirks, eyes practically dancing, and she hmphs, giving him a blatent sizing up. Taking him in, grungy outfit and all* What's the matter, Sparky? Giving up before you've even started the race? Mm.. I guess I can't blame you, though~ We know who'd come out on top~ *she throws him a wink and then turns back to the laptop with a nod* It isn't even as complicated as the new systems I've been integrating into my Gear. Trying to work the Grav system actually into the Gear itself is proving a bitch....
GearheadMiles: *he chuckles and shakes his head, sitting up a bit* Not giving up, simply acknowledging that the results of the race only reflect the skill of the rider in this case. After all, we both know it'd be my brains you'd be after if you got any thoughts in that head of yours, mockingbird~ *chuckles, nodding and lifting his head* Have you tried reverse-graphite shielding on the drive core?
GearAndGrace: *that has her arching a brow a little bit and her smirk twists a little, into something a little sharper around the edges, blue eyes flashing* Are you absolutely sure about that, shortstuff~? Haven't you learned not to count the prize money till you cross the finish line? Works the other way around, too, y'know. *she shrugs non-chalantly* But hey, if you like being defeated before you even get out of the starting gate... *she hmms, thoughtfully, fiddling with her pendant again, idly* Haven't been able to find a good reliable source of high grade graphite. And I'm talking high grade. I need the lightest stuff possible while still maintaining the strength. Not an easy task...
GearheadMiles: *his response is simple, succinct, to the point* Ask the closet. *...and utterly baffling.*
GearAndGrace: *blinks at him a couple of times* .... excuse me?
GearheadMiles: Ask the closet. I thought I was completely clear. I'm not sure of the mechanics of it, or if it's supernatural in nature or not... but the closets in our rooms have the ability to provide pretty much anything we want. Unless they're feeling ornery, then they'll either give you nothing at all, or screw with your brain.
GearAndGrace: *just watches him for a moment like he's completely cracked* ..... the same closet that gave you a howitzer, I'm assuming....
GearheadMiles: *nods a bit* I was testing its limits. Obviously, its limits don't stop before military-grade artillery.
GearAndGrace: *crosses her arms a little, watching him carefully, shrewdly* .... you're serious.
GearheadMiles: *laughs a bit to himself* I'm currently sitting in a hangar, in the middle of Bumfuck Egypt, helping to oversee construction of a ten story tall death mecha. I'm ten years older than you remember me, and you can't get past the fact I had a cannon in my room.
GearAndGrace: *smirks at him, slightly* That's because the being in the middle of nowhere, the ten story death mecha and even you being ten years older are all vaguely explainable. A closet that gives you cannons is just a little beyond my technical knowledge.
GearheadMiles: *shakes his head* This place does a lot of things our level of science can't explain, mockingbird. *considers for a moment... then decides it's for the best for her sanity if he doesn't try to explain the most recent curse*
GearAndGrace: *sighs, softly, and puts her hands on her hips, looking thoughtful* So I see. It's frustrating to have to fall back on the 'it's magic!' school of thought. Even my ancestors 'magic' is mostly explainable with science and technology... *shuffles the Ark against her wrist, lightly* This whole ... bringing people from different realities thing is... like something out of a science fiction novel...
GearheadMiles: *nods a bit, almost routinely* Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable... *he murmurs, lowly* Would ya believe in alchemy? Full transmutation, I mean, not chemistry-in-a-funny-hat stuff.
GearAndGrace: *she blinks at that, brows lifting, sharply* Alchemy? You mean turning lead into gold, the search for the Philosopher's Stone and the Elixir of Life and all that claptrap? *she snorts* I've never seen anything to evidence that transmutation is feasible.
GearheadMiles: *nods* Apparently, according to one of the people here, in his place of residence, it's not only 'feasible', but the leading branch of science and technology. *opens up a window on his own laptop and indicates a string of Edward Elric's replies to his earlier request for info on chaos emeralds*
GearAndGrace: A branch of science? Alchemy is the pipe dream of those who want to get rich quick without effort and those who are afraid of death... *she mutters, darkly, but turns her gaze on the laptop at any rate. For a long moment she's silent as she reads, brows furrowing more and more* ....... merciful Ah'llah.... is he serious? Or just crazy?
GearheadMiles: *nods a bit* Serious, from the looks of it. Going back through the archives of this place, he talks about laws put in place to prevent the obvious get rich quick schemes, and if I'm to trust what Duo said, that's how this hangar showed up...
GearAndGrace: *that catches her attention again and she turns sharp, shrewd blue eyes on him* Excuse me? You mean to tell me that somehow... this place was 'transmuted' into being by some crackpot Overlander claiming to be an alchemist??
GearheadMiles: *nods* That's the story I was told. I'll believe it when I see it, but considering the stuff I've seen here, I'm not likely to disbelieve. *he chuckles, shaking his head and leaning back again*
GearAndGrace: *she arches a brow, watching him lean back and then hmms, thoughtfully, reaching up to fiddle with her pendant idly* ... if this place really is under the control of some sort of spirit... to be this powerful, it might well be djinni.... *she murmurs*
GearheadMiles: *he shakes his head, sighing* It's impossible to say. They don't show themselves aside from a few muted whispers right before a curse hits. Could be djinni, could be poltergeists, could be something entirely different.
GearAndGrace: *crosses her arms, lightly* Well, whatever it is, I don't like it. *she pauses* ... your wormhole generator. Do you think it could honestly get us back out of here and home?
GearheadMiles: *gives a slight shrug, shaking his head* I have no idea of telling. I thought it was my prototype that sent me here, but after everyone else's stories, I have no clue. The way this world seems to work, I'm just as likely of opening a wormhole to the floor below me as I am to another dimension... *sighs*
GearAndGrace: Hmm... *she looks thoughtful for a moment before she shrugs a little bit, non-chalantly* You won't know until you build it and try it out, right?
GearheadMiles: *nods a bit* Exactly. But can't build it without a powersource. *turns to eye Wave and her 'bracelet' again* Speaking of which.
GearAndGrace: *she waves the hand bearing the Ark dismissively* Yeah yeah, you need my Ark. That much is obvious since you haven't got Chaos Emeralds. Though the Ark would be the safer bet in either case. *she turns then and leans in closer to him, reaching up and pressing a finger against his nose* You can use it on one very specific condition, Sparky~ I get to help you build it. AND I get to help build big, mechanical and beautiful here. AND~ *she smirks, sharply, eyes flashing* I get to be in charge~
GearheadMiles: *smirks just as easily* Done, on parts one and two. Three ain't my say - Duo set me up to oversee because I actually know something about thermal casings and self-propelling hydraulics. *crosses his arms over his chest, resolutely* However, I could tweak the Type W's design. I didn't spend four years in college without learning anything.
GearAndGrace: *she hmms* Well... I'll have to talk to Duo about that part~ *her smirk shifts then, rather suddenly, from something amicable to something sharp and almost dangerous* Nobody but nobody touches my baby, shortstuff~ *she stops then, blinking, before her entire countenance changes all over again and she looks utterly crestfallen* ... not that it matters... since she didn't come with me...
GearheadMiles: *shakes his head, smiling and not seeming fazed by the growl or the emo* Not what I meant. I meant give you pointers on the design you might not have thought of. You'd do all the assembly yourself.
GearAndGrace: *is actually silently surprised when all he does is smile at it. She snerks, softly, arching a brow and tilting her head at him* You honestly think you have the sort of knowledge to try and give the worlds foremost Gear mechanic pointers on her designs? *she laughs, brightly* You've got some nerve, I'll give you that~
GearheadMiles: *hehs* You didn't think of using high grade graphite shielding to contain the Ark... *he states, shrugging again* Who's to say you'd think of overcalibrating the float core or switching the ground with the lead on the servo motors?
GearAndGrace: *smirks sharply and reaches out, pressing a finger to his nose again* Ah ah, Sparky~ I never said I didn't think of it, I said I didn't have a source for high grade graphite~ *she flicks his nose lightly as she pulls away and arches a brow at him* Overcalibrating is a risky venture with few benefits at most. At least with the materials I've had available so far. This Gundanium stuff might prove to lessen the risks enough to make it worth trying. *she laughs* If I can figure out how to properly integrate the Ark's gravimetric systems into Gear, we won't even need servo motors anymore.
GearheadMiles: *smirks just as sharply, baring his teeth and play-nipping in the direction of the finger* Well, if this alchemy tale is true, you have a source of high grade graphite, Mockingbird~ Assuming you can't get the materials you need from the closet. After all, what's the difference in grade aside from metal purity? All a real alchemist would have to do is isolate the graphite from the trace metals.
GearAndGrace: *grins wickedly at the the attempted nip and merely wiggles her fingers, tauntingly, before letting them fall against her pendant again* Which means as soon as I'm able to, I plan on finding out if these closets or this Overlander alchemist can get me some~ Though... first things first. Since she doesn't seem to be here anywhere, I need to completely rebuild my baby. I need a working Gear before I'm going to do anything. And dune knows the Type-J is likely in need of a serious overhaul at this point. Four months with just Jet to look after her? It's a wonder she still runs!
GearheadMiles: *hmns* About that. Before you showed up, he was asking me about making a new gear for him. I know he'd never part with your work, so I can only guess it's a gift for Sonic... could you confirm that next time it comes up? *he asks...* Jet won't bring it up again.
GearAndGrace: *blinks a bit* Asking for a new Gear? When he's got the Type-J already? Mm, yeah. I'm willing to bet it's a present for that spikeball big brother of yours. *she laughs, brightly* I'm just glad to see he's stopped clinging to his rampant denial about it. He's had the hots for him almost from day one, he's just been too damned stubborn to admit that he could actually like the hero type~ Still, it was cute to watch him try to shuffle through his denial.
GearheadMiles: *chuckles* I'd love to have seen Sonic shuffling through his. Back home, he's still in the closet. Or at least expects his little brother'll never expect a thing. *he blinks, and then lets out a wide yawn, stretching and glancing at the clock before letting out a low groan.* Jeezus, I've been at this for fifteen hours without any caffiene...
GearAndGrace: *snerks softly and hmms, softly* That's a difference between our worlds right there, then. The spikeball had player written all over him back in our world. I was actually kind of hoping he might try something funny just so I could have good reason to blow him up again for messing with my little brother~ *she laughs, brightly, and then arches a brow at him* None at all? Hmm. Well, where do you go for a good source of caffiene in this place anyway? Dune knows I could go for a good strong cup of java right about now, myself...
GearheadMiles: *raises an eyebrow and closes his own laptop, rubbing his temples* In this world? "good", "strong", and "coffee" are three terms that are at least partially mutually exclusive. You can get strong coffee from the cafe in the hotel, you can get good coffee out in town... and you can get something good and strong at a head shop, I s'pose, though I wouldn't know. *shakes his head* Me, I've been sticking to Dew and Pepper...
GearAndGrace: *she sighs, heavily, and reachs up to rub lightly at the bridge of her beak* I'm sure nobody here knows how to make it properly anyways. *she smirks* When I say strong, I mean strong. Not even Jet will touch my coffee half the time~ *she blinks at that and arches a brow* Dew and pepper? I'm assuming you mean something other than morning mist and the spice...
GearheadMiles: *crooks an eyebrow* ...You mean to tell me you've never had soda? *chuckles lowly and shakes his head, grinning* You're definitely from a different world as me, Mockingbird~ Seriously, how can you get through a late-night engineering with coffee?
GearAndGrace: *smirks sharply* Can't say as I have, Sparky~ I don't tend to go for a lot of the weird drinks the rest of the world seems to. Just give me a good strong cup of coffee or some tea~ *she laughs, brightly, and tilts her head, looking amused* Pretty easily~? Who needs anything when you've gotten into a proper groove anyway. The project itself is far more than enough to keep me going. Do I even want to know what goes into these 'soda' things?
GearheadMiles: *laughs softly* Mostly, tonic water, sugar, flavoring, and enough caffiene to put an elephant in a coma. *he murmurs, grinning ear to ear* Mostly, they're fizzy and best served cold - kind of the polar opposite on the caffiene scale from coffee. *he stands a bit, dusting himself off - turns out that when he stands, he's easily her height now, and has no problem looking her eye-to-eye* I take it you came straight from landing in your room to ending up in here, drooling over Duo's mech?
GearAndGrace: *her grin quirks a little bit* Well, they sound interesting at any rate. Especially for the days where it's just so blasted hot all I ever seem to want is iced tea. Having something more caffinated but not hot would be a benefit. *she blinks then, as he stands and straightens and ... damnit... is he..? He can't be! She doesn't even realize she's frowning, trying to draw herself up to her full height only... she already is and... damnit.. he's taller than she is! At least with those honking great ears of his he is! She frowns, lightly* Of course I did. Would you have done anything different, shortstuff?
GearheadMiles: *laughs lowly* Of course not, mockingbird~ *he winks and then gives a shrug* Howsabout I show you around town? Or, at the very least, around the hotel? In a worst case scenario, you're probably gonna be here a while, so it's best to know your surroundings.
GearAndGrace: *she smirks and nods* Then there's your answer~ *she tilts her head a little bit, arching a brow lightly* You mean to tell me you've actually been venturing outside your own workshop now and then? Hmm.. funny... I always had you pegged as the 'only moves for the spikeball' type~ *she shrugs then a little* Sure. I know next to nothing about this hotel so far, and if I'm going to be staying in it for a while. *she smirks* You have me at a disadvantage for once, Sparky~ You know something I don't~ *she winks* Enjoy it while it lasts~
GearheadMiles: *laughs a bit, a wide grin crossing his face* Oh, believe me, mockingbird~ I will~