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fluxscape2020-09-19 04:23 am
agathaheterodyne) wrote in fluxscape2020-09-19 04:23 am
Things go boom in the night - OTA
Who: Agatha and anyone who wants to investigate the explosion
Where: Agatha's creepy castle on the hill.
What: Something exploded in the middle of the night. Nice and loud, lots of smoke.
When: about 3 am.
Warnings: Mad science, possible violence/violence mentions, possible body horror mentions.
Agatha had been working on trying to figure out how to install the Castle into, well, the Castle. Which would have been easier if the small clank that contained the Castle's personality wasn't actively trying to help. She had turned at a crucial moment to tell the small - a little larger than her hand, smaller than her head - machine that NO, she was not going to install an exploding spiked portcullis when she made the fateful discovery that the Castle was only requesting it... because it had already tried to install one itself and the thing had jammed....
Hence the explosion at the front of the Castle.
Agatha backed up, down the road a bit, coughing. Soot cling to her hair, her dress, and her work apron. She pulled her goggles up off of her glasses, leaving them the only clean part of her. Until she reached up to adjust them and left a fingerprint on the lens. She turned to glare at the small clank, unaware anyone was coming to investigate...
Where: Agatha's creepy castle on the hill.
What: Something exploded in the middle of the night. Nice and loud, lots of smoke.
When: about 3 am.
Warnings: Mad science, possible violence/violence mentions, possible body horror mentions.
Agatha had been working on trying to figure out how to install the Castle into, well, the Castle. Which would have been easier if the small clank that contained the Castle's personality wasn't actively trying to help. She had turned at a crucial moment to tell the small - a little larger than her hand, smaller than her head - machine that NO, she was not going to install an exploding spiked portcullis when she made the fateful discovery that the Castle was only requesting it... because it had already tried to install one itself and the thing had jammed....
Hence the explosion at the front of the Castle.
Agatha backed up, down the road a bit, coughing. Soot cling to her hair, her dress, and her work apron. She pulled her goggles up off of her glasses, leaving them the only clean part of her. Until she reached up to adjust them and left a fingerprint on the lens. She turned to glare at the small clank, unaware anyone was coming to investigate...
Re: No worries, mine does that too sometimes. Idk why
A small squarish thing with what looked like flutes coming out of its top marched out to stand angrily at her foot.
"This pathetic shell is HARDLY me! If it were I could smash this fool so that you could examine the technology at your leisure."
Agatha flicked a glance down. "Adding no smashing to the list. Wait, wasn't that already on the list? No smashing, no killing, no anything else I have ever said no to without explicit direct permission first, and permission given when I am in the Madness Place does NOT count. Are we clear?"
The squarish body slumped. "Yes, Mistress."
She sighed and rubbed her head and looked to Tony. "Sorry about that. The armor, as I was saying doesn't seem to be here, and remaking it hasn't been my highest priority."