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Thursday morning, at Sparky Repairs

Agatha looked at her handiwork. The dingbots certainly helped, and now they had a lovely sign to hang over the door of the shop. Everything was tidy and ready for business. There was only one thing left to do. Make fliers and advertise.
Agatha set a little "open" sign on the door, and started making up the fliers while she waited for anyone so inclined to come by.

[[ooc: come by, say hi, meet the girl, meet the dingbots.]]

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Walter left early to get to Alfred's because he was curious about the clonetroopers he'd heard about. He passed the new shop and would have kept going if a little scuttling thing had not caught his attention.

He did an abrupt about face and walked into the shop to look around and particularly to see what the little scuttling thing had been.

As the door opened, Agatha looked up form her pen and ink bottle. The dingbots, oblivious to the world, continued to follow instructions and went on with their calligraphy.

Agatha meanwhile looked at the yong man who entered her shop.

"Hello."

"Hello." Walter wandered a bit farther into the shop, watching the little things in obvious fascination.

This was more like it. None of those boring electronics that make machines do things almost like magic. This was how one's widgets should look.

"I don't think I've seen your shop before. Are you new in town?"

People in this town were clearly fascinated not with her but with her little constructs. This was good to know.

"Yes." Agatha replied politely. "I arrived the day before yesterday, and have just been able to open the shop today." She poked a dingbot in what could possibly be it's belly if it had one. It stopped what it was doing and looked at her expectantly. "I see you like the little guys here." She rotated the bot to face Walter.

Bending to look the little thing over, he said, "I have only been here a few weeks, so I hardly qualify as the welcoming committee, but welcome to Fandom."

He tore his attention away from the little thing and smiling, held out a hand to the proprietress. "I am Walter Dornez."

"Thank you" She smiled at him. Welcoming committee or not, he was the first to say this to her.

Agatha extended her hand, and shook his hand in a highly ladylike way. "A pleasure to meet you Walter Dornez. I am Agatha ~~Heterodyne~~Clay."

"The pleasure is mine, Miss Clay," said Walter, his handshake equally gentlemanly.

"What is it you do here? Are these your creations?" He waved a hand to take in the store, and the little robot things in particular.

She followed his hand wave with her eyes. "Well, the idea is that i repair things. All things mechanical in fact." She picked up the dingbot and idly wound it up. "These guys are mine, yes. You can tell my Spark improving as you look through their progression. This one is my favorite. He is not specialized for anything, and he was the first working one i ever made." She decided to forgo mentioning that she had made him in her sleep, people get confused by that sort of thing.

"Your Spark? Is that like your talent or skill?" He watched the little robot thing, fascinated by the visible workings of it.

"You will fix anything, or only mechanicals of this sort? I live up at the school, so I ask for the sake of my fellow students as well."

"It is..." She paused "...my Spark. I suppose you can call it talent, as not everyone has it..."
She set the little guy down and pointed back at the flier which he started working on again.
"I can fix anything mechanical. I do not have a large amount of experience with things involving the harnessed lightning. I will also build anything mechanical on demand." She thought if there was anything else she ought to mention. "Oh, i am also not very handy with repairing living beings. I can do it, and i have made small organic constructs, but... it never ended well."

The first thought to come to mind with that was Mary Shelley, but that didn't seem like a tactful comparison to draw.

"There are some competent doctors in town and at the school, so you likely will not have much cause to worry about repairing living beings, but it is good to keep in mind. Odd things do happen here."

He frowned and looked around. Really, what she had was fascinating. Maybe Victor would like something as a gift.

"Can you make one of those," he pointed to a mechanical, "that functions as an alarm clock but does not make the infernal racket that my... friend's does?" Watching the little windup things in action, that seemed doable. "Perhaps one that taps him on the forehead instead?"

He would pay good money to see Victor woken in that manner.

Agatha thought about it. A simple set of clockwork gears, and a telescoping arm for the tapping. Yes it was cerainly doable.

"Or course i can. Would you want it to recognize your friend and locate him for the forehead tapping, or do you want it to be stationary and assume his forehead will always be in the correct place?" If the former, she would have to put some photo-paper inside.

[[ooc: i am totally handwaving the technology here :)]]

"It would be better if it recognizes him. He is quite distinctive. One of two green people on the island. I can bring you a photograph if you need more description than just 'green.'"

HAving met several Jagermonsters, green just did mot phase Agatha.
"A Photograph would be quite useful, yes. It can then imprint on it, and compare anyone it sees with the image." She thought for several seconds, moving her fingers as if calculating something. "I should be able to have one done by tomorrow, and if you bring that image when you come to pick it up i can leave the last step until then."

[[ooc: such a dork i am, i went and looked up when photography was invented, to make sure it was plausible for the semi-victorian girl to have some clue, whee. I am also totally going to handwave price, cause um, i have no idea.]]

"Tomorrow? That is brilliant! I did not expect something so quickly. If there is anything I can do in return for such fast service - in addition to paying, of course - do let me know. I will be working at Cafe Fina once it opens, perhaps dinner?"

She grinned at him. "They are small and it isn't like i am busy with anything else yet. Besides, if people have these guys around, it is better then advertising." She had not seen a Cafe with that name on her walks through town, but perhaps it was just tucked into an obscure corner of town. "Perhaps. Come by tomorrow, say, late afternoon and we can make it imprint on your friend's picture."

[ooc: hee. first existing photo is 1826. they used lenses to project images for enlargement in the 15th century, but no one invented the chemical process i guess. btw, how old does walter look?]

"The restaurant's grand opening is tomorrow. It is on the corner of Chimera Court and Apocalypse Avenue. My tutor is the owner. I will come by after class with the photo, thank you.

"I am certain that Victor will tell people about the gift his friend gave him. If you could, please engrave, To V, for early mornings after late nights. -W on it someplace inconspicuous. I would appreciate it."

"Of course." She carefully wrote down the words in a floury script, and showed them to Walter to make sure accuracy was achieved.

[ooc: oh i know that. but he didn't mention boyfriend, and Agatha doesn't know that. but i was just checking to know if she would or would not be surprised about him living at the school based on how old he looked.]

"It is perfect. Thank you, Miss Clay. He will be very surprised." Hopefully pleasantly so.

"I will return tomorrow with the photograph. Now, if you will excuse me, my tutor frowns on tardiness."

She nodded. "Wonderful, i will see you then." She watched him leave and wondered why his tutor was so very very strict.

[ooc: i am totally a new person. still attempting to develop clue :)]

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