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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2012-10-09 17:22:00

Entry tags:

anakin skywalker, h.g. wells, ickle anakin skywalker

Who: Anakin, H. G. and Ani the Younger
What: Anakin gives H. G. the tour of his Workroom of Wonder (it’s a working title) and ickle Anakin is adorable and wins over another adult lady to his side.
When: Monday afternoon
Where: The room Anakin has sequestered for his Workroom of Wonder
Rating/Warnings: Probably low, it’s doubtful these two will start making plans of world domination ~~yet~~
Status: In progress/Closed

The front door of Anakin’s workroom was open a crack; he was hardly expecting this meeting to be formal. But one would think he would have a slight bit more embarrassment regarding the catastrophic mess that was the space beyond the front door. Piles of wires, mounds of metal casings, stashes of chips were scattered about the room, and other odds and ends where littered between what could only charitably be called organization. Anakin would argue he knew where everything was and nothing on the ground was dangerous. He wouldn’t, however, recommend walking through the room barefoot.

But criticism wouldn’t budge his love for the room and its general disorder. Here he could make whatever he wanted without the questioning concern of anyone. Padmé and her need for something more tidy than this mess and her insistence that it remain in this room (though he had to admit he loved that about her along with everything else); the Order and their fear that every step he took, no matter how innocuous seeming it may be, was indication of his darkside tendencies; and maybe even his own fears about the darkness that crept along the edges of his heart, none of that matter when he worked within the confines of this space.

The mysteries of the cosmos, big and small, really did make more sense when he was working with his hands and the Force to fix things. In a way he needed a space with fine pinpoints of order – order he created – swirling around a central theme of chaos. It was soothing.

And he wouldn’t apologize for it.

When he heard the knock at the door he called, “It’s open, just come in,” over his shoulder without diverting much attention from the component he was working on at the table.

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indelibleink
2012-10-09 04:15 pm UTC (link)

The Victorian woman was in need of distraction. It wasn't that she couldn't think about Christina, her daughter was an almost constant thought in her head. It was that today was just a bad day. Normally she could think of her long lost daughter without falling into depression, but today it was difficult. Normally she would have just focused on Myka, but with Myka being gone to visit the dragons, Helena was left to her own devices. Though for the first time in well over a century, Helena was trying for a healthy way to cope.

As long as she could keep her hands busy and give her mind something to focus on, she could get through this without a repeat of what she'd done a year before. Helena was trying to be a better person, to make amends for the lifetime or horrible things she had done. The fact that she had Myka by her side, had her love, was the strongest form of motivation to stay on this path to redemption. She needed to take precautions, and this would be a perfect way to ensure she kept herself busy. Helena's mind was both a blessing and a curse to her. Her high intelligence quotient meant that while she could dream up the most far-fetched ideas and give them life, it also meant she always needed something to focus her mind on, something to keep it busy lest she get bored.

This time around, she wanted to not include plans for mass destruction on what her mind worked on just to keep itself busy. So if she could use bits of scrap and parts Anakin had laying around to fashion something together, that would be a good way to distract herself. There was no specific invention she had in mind, but if she could get her hands on several random parts, it would be a puzzle for her mind to work on.

Making her way to the room Anakin had given her, Helena was curious about what exactly she would find in the room itself. Perhaps later on she would need to secure a similar room for herself depending on how carried away she got with building things. When she arrived, she gave a knock at the door despite the door being slightly open. It was only proper to announce one's arrival and wait for the invitation to enter instead of just barging right in. So at Anakin's invitation, Helena pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eye drawn instantly to the various piles of wires, metal casings, stashes of chips and everything else she could say. She suddenly felt like a child in a candy store about to be given mostly free reign to choose what she wanted.

"Hello, Anakin," she greeted, that inventor's sparkle entering her eyes as she looked the room over and carefully made her way off the threshold and into the room, finally turning her gaze to Anakin himself. "This is quite the room, I have to say."

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darkforcerising
2012-10-10 02:17 am UTC (link)

Anakin pulled himself away from the project at the table with great reluctance, though he tried not to show it. He wasn’t going for rude dismissal with this meeting. Having someone around who was as focused on creation of and implementation of new ideas in the realm of mechanics was a rare thing. Having someone in possession of that and with little clue as to his future mistakes and identity was an opportunity at friendship he would be foolish to casually toss aside.

“Thanks,” he said, and again he was refreshingly surprised. “You think so? I have it on many a good authority I’ve made a mess of things.”

A small smile was on his usually stony expression as he turned about wondering where to begin. There really wasn’t much to describe. The room was devoid of furniture save table work spaces – the sofa and chairs that had come with the room had been shoved into one of the bedrooms that now served as a storage room. It was probably the cleanest room of these repurposed quarters. In the main room, however, there were the piles and then his projects, the ones he was still working on, and the others either tossed out of the way or merely left where they were.

He turned back to his table. “Most of this,” he waved a hand over the spread of pieces and half constructed or either deconstructed parts, depending on one’s point of view, though they all looked oddly in a similar state of non-function, that covered half the table, “is not touchable. And-” He turned to point to another table that contained another array of disordered pieces.

This second table belonged to the designs of his younger self’s making. And if one thought Anakin’s messy habits were a disaster they were nothing compared to the seemingly methodical disregard (for that pile of mess could not be anything but a product of strictest dedication) for even the merest semblance of organization of younger Ani. Possibly a result of having a junk yard as a ‘workstation’ for so many of his formative years and not enough time yet spent under the careful tutelage of the Order to undo these bad habits.

“And, uh, that,” he had to sweep his hand wider as Ani’s projects had encroached beyond the table and were clearly taking over that stretch of the wall. “Also, all of that is untouchable.”

He turned a somewhat sheepish grin back to Helena. Maybe he should think about some kind of system of shelves and storage compartments. “Everything else is up for grabs, and- or, explanation if something doesn’t make sense. Did you have something in mind you wanted to work on?”