hadriel_logs | Event Log: That's My Rubber Ducky

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the That's My Rubber Ducky event
Where: All over the city!
When: March 14th-19th
Warnings: Probably none?

Good morning! It's another fine sunny day in Hadriel, and what's more, there's a good chance that you've woken up with something new and interesting in your possession - something you've never seen before. Something, in fact, that doesn't even belong to you. That's right, the Door is acting up again and it seems to be pulling things from everyone's world and dropping them into the laps (and homes) of strangers.

When you touch whatever it is you've found, you'll get a brief glimpse through the eyes of the person it belongs to, a glimpse of whatever they're doing at that exact moment. Maybe you'll see them eating breakfast, or walking through the streets of Hadriel, or checking out their own sweet ass in the mirror. That last one might be the best, because then you'll immediately know who this strange striped hoodie or weird book or priceless artifact belongs to. Otherwise, you're just gonna have to try to figure out from context, so - good luck with that!

And of course, you might also catch on to the fact that if things are arriving for lots of other people, something also might have arrived for you. Maybe you should search the city until you find it? Or you can hang out at home and hope whoever has it finds you. Your choice! Well, as long as it isn't something super cool that they'll want to keep. That would be awkward.

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Tony takes it - quicker perhaps than he needs to, but it's not like there's anyone here he can get to pass it to him so this will have to do. As soon as Caedra starts to rise up onto her tiptoes, Tony shakes his head, dropping the skateboard down to the floor, turning so she can see what he's doing.

"I've made a few of them in my time." Or you know, every phone he's ever owned. "Back home? Everyone's got one." He flicks through a few pages, hunting for a particular document, explaining his gestures and giving several helpful hints. Lucky you. "Okay. You're gonna read this, should be pretty useful. I can recommend a few others?"

"Oh - yes, please do. There's not a lot else to do here sometimes but read." And she's doing her best to pay attention. For once her attention stops wandering, as she focuses on his suggestions rather than entertaining idle thoughts about his death. This human is helpful. What a good human.

"So you're an artificer, then? If you make things like this." He doesn't look like the sort she would have expected to do that sort of manual labor. But then, she's not sure what sort of person he does look like either. He carries himself with an air of confidence, but that wheeled board is such a ridiculous method of transportation.

Tony takes some time to bookmark each one of the guides he can find, shows her how to find them again for herself and then carefully hands the device back to her - arching an eyebrow in her general direction when she springs that question.

"That's what you call someone who works with-- raw materials where you're from?" It's the only thing he can think of that might be the same no matter where you go. Although he's reluctant to make the comparison if the world she's living in isn't as advanced as his. "I'm an engineer. Mechanic."

She slips the phone back into her bag, and looks at him curiously. "Mechanic, like mechanist, right? Working with machines only, entirely nonmagical. Someone else said these weren't magic, too, but I didn't realize you make them without any spellcasting involved. No, artificers are more like mechanist-wizards, in a way. I think."

Absolutely not her area of expertise, and as much as she likes to lay claim to some of the work behind the creation of the ephelesi, the dream-eating constructs, it really is mostly Amamot's work. Her involvement is mostly limited to following the ones that have been deployed, watching what they do, making sure they're working as intended.

"Yeah, that sounds about right. Only we have this stuff called electricity?" He suggests with a grin, watching her try to wrap her head around it. "I guess that probably looks a lot like magic to someone who didn't know better."

She does look quizzical. "Well, we have lightning magic. I know generally what electricity is. I've seen powerful casters electrocute their enemies. Why use that for power? Why not one of the other elements, like fire, if you're going to charge something with elemental energy?"

But then Caedra just laughs and shakes her head. "I really don't know how artificers do it either, though. You could probably have a far more informative conversation with someone with training in the subject. Thank you for your help, though, I'll have to get to reading."

And maybe some of that will explain the strange mechanical book she's carrying around, reluctant to give up entirely until she understands its potential uses.

"Oh- I didn't catch your name, by the way."

"Okay, so fire has uses too." He can agree to that, but he's not disagreeing to much else - how can he when there's no telling how things work in their respective... worlds.

"Guess you owe me one now." His lips quirk, and he laughs as he flips the skateboard back into his hands again. It might have been a tactical move. Means he doesn't have to reach out to shake her hand.

"Tony."

"Tony. Then, thank you Tony. I'm Caedra."

And that's perfectly fine, no hand-shaking needed. She'll have to keep this one in mind for the future. He seems useful, potentially, at least for answering technical questions should any arise. Smart. There are dangers that come with that intelligence too, of course, depending on if it extends beyond just crafting fancy tools.

"And yeah, guess I do. You don't have anything in particular in mind, do you?"

Hopefully not. It's just simpler to accept an open-ended IOU and never have to repay a thing.

"Caedra."

Tony nods, once, twice, several times - as if something makes sense. Mostly he's just ready to get out of here. He has a skateboard to return to it's original owner.

"Not yet. I'll let you know when I think of something."

With that he sets the board down in the direction he wants to go in, hopping onto it, wobbling for just a moment, and regaining balance just in time to give her a half-wave.

Event Log: That's My Rubber Ducky

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