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Who: Whistler and Maketh
What: Scheming over electronics and bombs.
Where: Apartments, then guard post
When: May 15
Warnings: tbd

It hadn't taken Maketh too long to whip a design for a cane and put the final product together. Perhaps it wasn't as polished as a professional product would have been, but it was something, a cane with collapsing parts for storage and a loop around the grip. Designing an echo-box would be more difficult and probably involve asking Hux for help. Maketh was working up to that.

In the meantime, she has ideas and it's entirely possible that Whistler will be able to see them through.

She knocks on his door once, twice.

"It's Maketh. I have something for you."

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Whistler has not been over ambitious in the few days since he's arrived. He's sequestered himself in his apartment and focused his energies on creating markers for himself. The chair laying on its back in the center of the room, for example, acting as a rudimentary compass, with the legs in the direction of the door and the backrest therefore indicating the direction he needs to take in order to get back to the bedroom. He's done this with most objects that are not attached to the wall, all of them placed just so to help him navigate with as much ease as possible. And he's getting pretty good at it.

In fact this is how he finds his way to the door fairly quickly after hearing the two sharp knocks followed by a familiar voice.

"Just a minute," he calls, fumbling with the latch a moment before opening the door with a lopsided grin.

"Hello, ma'am."

"I see you've settled in," Maketh says, which is good. Not everyone does. The shock of Hadriel can do things to a person if they aren't prepared for it. She didn't take it so well the first time. Strange to think that was more than a year ago. "I have something for you. It's rudimentary, of course, but adjustments can be made. If you'll hold out your hand?"

"I've actually never lived on my own before," He's always had roommates in some way, shape, or form, whether it had been his parents, his college roommates, or various members of Bish's team. Mostly out of economy rather than dependency. "Its sort of nice having so much space to myself."

Disconcerting. But nice its own way.

"Oh. You've brought me something?" He shifts a bit in excited curiosity, hands briefly tugging at the hem of his shirt before he frees one, holding it out in her direction.

"Oh? That must be quite a change." At least the apartments are nice, Maketh has to admit. It's one good thing about this nightmare. The accommodations are nice, the power doesn't go out, and the food is decent when it hasn't been poisoned with human flesh. Maketh presses the cane into Whistler's hand and then steps back. "There. I had to guess on your height. I can adjust it, though."

As his fingers curl around the cane, his smile widens with a mixture of familiarity and relief. He lets it roll a bit against his palm before trying a few test taps around him, murmuring a gentle 'whoops. sorry' when he accidentally taps against Maketh's ankle.

He then lets the cane go still, and with a shy, timid gesture, he reaches forward, hand awkwardly fumbling in the air a bit before he manages to very lightly pat her shoulder in gratitude.

"Thank you very much. It's perfect."

Edited 2017-05-18 22:47 (UTC)

Normally, Maketh doesn't like being touched. More than a few of Hadriel's residents have discovered this only after she inflicted violence upon them. She doesn't flinch when Whistler pats her shoulder, though. Possibly because she saw it coming.

Either way, she smiles just a little.

"Good. I wouldn't want you to get lost here."

His hand withdraws and resettles with the other on the head of the cane, Whistler still smiling in her direction. "Well I think its already too late for that, Miss Maketh." It is said with his usual laid-back humor. But its true isn't it? He's lost just by being here to begin with. "But now I can begin making myself less lost."

He adds a firm tap of the cane against the ground for emphasis.

"Now, if I remember correctly, you were going to show me some things I might be able to play with." There had been talk of detonators and security systems, to be more specific. "Is that still going to happen?"

She laughs a little. "I don't think anyone has ever called me miss. But yes, I have some things to show you. We keep most of the ordinance at the Guard post. Would now be a good time?"

"Would you prefer I not call you that then?" Probably best to know that now than to learn it the hard way later, no?

"Now is a very good time."

Perfect, in fact, because the early stages of cabin fever were starting to set in.

"Maketh will do." She grins suddenly, feeling hopeful that this might come to something. Not the naming or whatever he ends up calling her, but the designs, the electronics - Whistler has expertise she can use. "If you'll follow me?"

For now Whistler adds in his head. Official names are boring after all, and if nothing else, Whistler is motivated by an intense need to not be bored. Really the only person on the team he doesn't have a nickname for is Carl, and that was only because he hadn't come up with a good one yet. But he assumes its in the works.

"Alright," he steps forward, pulling the door shut behind himself before giving a few more taps of the cane against the ground. "Lead the way, Maketh."

Yeah. She's definitely not going to stay 'Maketh'. Whistler can tell.

They don't have any trouble getting to the Guard post, which Maketh ought to be thankful for. instead she's suspicious. Things have been too quiet lately, the events entirely too gentle, and that can only mean something is brewing under the surface. Something big.

But in the meantime, she has work to do.

"Inside, here. I've laid out most of the components we're not currently using." She's put them all out in a line on one of the tables. There's not a great deal, but it's something.

It is clear as they walk that Whistler is focused not only on following, but memorizing. He has begun trying to commit routes to memory, making note of anything that might be a topographical marker for him. Changes in terrain, soil vs. grass vs. stone, or even a minute incline or decline in the path.

When they arrive, he steps to her right hand side, hesitating only a moment before he find's the table's edge.He then makes a vague waving gesture just above the objects she's laid out.

"Can I?"

As he asks an excited grin is brewing at the corners of his mouth. He's impatient.

Edited 2017-05-20 20:51 (UTC)

"Of course. None of them are currently dangerous."

Not as they are, at least. Maketh tips her head to the side, watching curiously.

"At your eleven o'clock are several components from a piece of tactical armor, from my world. They were taken from the helmet and connected to the radio receiver. It took some damage, but I've repaired the worst of it."

Whistler collapses his cane and sets it within reach on the table. He then slides a hand gently along the table's surface until his fingertips brush up against the familiar feel of metal.

"Can you tell me more about them? How were they used in your world? I need to know as much as you can tell me."

He gathers a couple small pieces in his hand, fiddling very carefully with them in his palm. Its a good start that the pieces were originally from a device designed to process signals.

"This particular model is older than I am," Maketh admits. "Quite honestly I'm amazed it works at all. It receives data and then transfers it to a Heads Up Display in the helmet. I think it was meant to work alongside an array of targeting and GPS software."

"Well if this thing was meant to send and receive signals thats a good start." He nudges his nail against a wire to feel for any damages.

"If I can make this thing work again, and get it to work remotely, what were you planning to attach it to? Cause its one thing if this is gonna be wired to a stick of dynamite, but I imagine that's not what you had in mind."

"I'd like to set up motion sensors if it's possible. An early warning system if the perimeter is breached."

Maketh tips her head to the side.

"Can you make something like that?"

"Well motion sensors should be easy enough." He reaches out his left hand and begins lightly touching each piece in the line, counting and doing a quick analysis of what types of materials he has to work with.

"Now this is just a guess but between what you've got here and what i've got in my own stash I can probably build a couple, but if you want more than that we're going to need to find more supplies."

Well, that's better than nothing.

"I will look for more supplies, but I'm not certain we'll be able to find them easily," Maketh admits. "We may have to bargain with the gods."

"And, um, how exactly does one do that?"

"It's not difficult."

Though it can, on occasion, be painful.

Maketh rubs her face.

"You contact one of them through your phone and state what you want. They'll offer you a bargain. If you accept and fulfill your half, they'll give you what you want. But a lot of it depends on what you're willing to do for them."

"Well that depends on what kinda stuff they tend to ask for"

He swirls his finger in a clumsy cycle in the air

"That's a bit of a circular conundrum."

Maketh hums briefly. "They're always hungry. They want something to eat. Rage asked me to hurt people, once. I refused. Hope wanted a bridge built. That I accommodated."

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