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Wedneday morning at Sparky Repairs

The weather was lovely, only slightly cloudy and a bit warmer. And most importantly, no snow, no blizzard, no monsters. A great start to a day.

Agatha turned the sign to 'Open', wound a bot and told him to wind all the others. Then she carefully started taking the new gun apart. She did not have time yesterday to play with the new toy, but now she had all day.

[[ooc: come in, interrupt, watch her disassemble a weapon, buy things - i am here until 5pm EST]]

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Orlin mosey's into the repair shop.
He smiles his melting smile, "Hi" he says to the girl behind the counter, "Do you have any spare parts or electronics that can't be fixed?"

"Hello." She looked the man up and down. "There is no such thing as an item that can not be repaired. I have a lot of parts, but i tend to make things out of them." She gestured to the CleanoMatic2000 snoozing in the corner, and the dingbots all around her.

"There is and there is not, which cannot be both made and unmade" Orlin replies crypticly, looking around in glee. He just might have found a home away from home.
"I really do need some parts, I need to make a dryer, I do not have any towel as of yet"

~~[ Orlin is new, he like to build useless things like microwaves that make big gems, so he will be in here alot]~~

Agatha blinked at him. "I have no idea what you mean. But really, anything can be fixed. And made better. Like this gun, see?" She gestures vaguely to the workbench in front of her.

"You need to make a dryer? Why not just buy a towel?" She shrugs. "What sort of parts do you need? I might have some stuff lying around."

[ooc: i SO know nothing of your fandom :( agatha is a mad genius, she can fix/build/repair anything. but not so much electronics, she is form the 1880s]

Orlin backed away from the gun, "Somethings should never be fixed, especially those used for harm, even unintentionally" Orlin refused to think of the gun, "I need 2 old microwaves and a toaster, preferably non working ones"

[Orlin used to have the knowledge of the universe, now he mostly just builds fun 'toys' to amuse himself. But I think I see friendship here, with the whole fixing business?]

[coolness. poor Agatha needs friends]

"Not fixing it, taking it apart. Seeing how it works, relax. Besides, it is a paint-gun apparently. Once i put it back together, i am putting holy-water into it. Against zombies and vampires." She says this matter of factly, like it is obvious what one does with holy-water.
"What is a microwave and what is a toaster? I do not think i have ever heard of these things. I have a large quantity of gears and cogs, some sprockets, though more are on order, and really enough copper to make anything. Are you trying to make a machine to dry your clothes?"

[the gun is totally in pieces]

[so does Orlin, he isn't much of a people person, and half the town has already seen him naked, so he is hoping to see new people that havent seen him in his birthday suit]

"No, something to dry me, its a high intensity power beam similar to the waves prodeced by a microwave, with a few small it drys you right out of the shower."
Orlin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "I don't suppose that you know what I am talking about"
He paused again, "Holy water? Zombies? Well thats new!"

[cool. if you want to build insane mad-sciency machines together, w00t. do you have a pointer to somewhere that can tell me about Orlin like wiki or something? i kinda am curious but am at work so not so much with searching, more with link-following]

"Well, i am familiar with the concept of being dry." She grinned a bit impishly. "I am also familiar with high-intensity power beams. Though in my experience they sort of fry whatever they are shot at."

"Yes. There are zombies who play music at the bar. But they are harmless. But apparently there were bad ones before. There are vampires. Have not met any of them yet. This past weekend we had evil attacking snow monsters."

She held out her hand. "I am Agatha ~~Heterodyne~~ Clay. Welcome to Fandom Town."

"Thats why I modify the beams, it just makes the water molecules defragment, thus, no more wetness." Orlin grinned at her, raising his eyebrow in mock flirtation.
"So myths here are true, how fascinating" Orlin continued, deep in thought over this new piece of information. "The world that was will never be thus the enemy came to be," he said out loud, almost as though reciting some deep secret.
He jerked himself out his reverie with a shake of his head and smile again , "So, should I call you Agatha, Heterodyne, Clay, or something else?"

[go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orlin it has all this information about him]

Agatha wiggled her eyebrows back. This one was fun. "Hmm. Will you show me once you build it? I am sorry i cant help you find this toaster and microwave you are looking for though. Have you tried the general store? They are the ones getting my supplies for me."

She looked at him as he seemed to go into his own word for a moment. "What enemy? Oh, you should call me Agatha ~~cause you didn't really hear the crossed out part, it was crossed out:)~~ Clay, or just Agatha." She was way too polite to ask for his name if he was not giving it to her.

[oh neat. thankee.]

"Well I shall call you Clay then, and you may call me Orlin"
He ignored the enemy part of what he had jus siad, she would figure it out eventually on her own. "The general store... well I should get there eventually, and i would be delighted to show you my dryer when it has been completed" Orlin waggled his eyebrows at Agatha and smiled wickedly hoping to make her blush, or laugh, either on would be fun.

"Hello Mr. Orlin."

Agatha's eyes went rather round as she realized where that particular bit of conversation went. She blushed like a blushing thing that blushes lots.

"Um, quite." Blushing made her go all proper and victorian.

[i am out of here, going to visit mother-in-law, joy. i will be back later in the evening]

Orlins lascivious smile got even wider, "Just, Orlin, if you do not mind." He replied in an exact imitation ofher victorian English.

[have a good time with your m.i.l ]

"I would not dream of minding. Just Orlin it is." Her blush started to fade, cause well, this was safer territory.

"Do you know what the name Clay means in the language of the people who live in the star system past Orion?" Orlin asked, still smiling lasciviously, "I means 'she of great beuaty'. I think its quite apt, do you not agree?"

And there was the blushing again. "Does it now? Where i come from it means dirt mixed with water. Born form the clay. My parents were Adam and Lilith, would you believe? But they were... not actually real people." She looks a little bit distant for a moment, as if unsure where or rather when she is. "No idea why they named me Agatha and not something more keeping with the theme."

" But clay is also what people are made of according to the christian religion, yes?" Orlin asked, curious. "and if so, would that not mean your last name, being real or not, is what makes people people? Of course it is wrong, but its a good myth." Orlin smiled like a child who had just discovered a new game.

"Well, my parents were constructs. Do you know what a construct is? It is like a person that is made rather then born. From dead people parts, and other materials like metal and things. I think their creator was thinking it would be funny to give them the names he or she gave them." She furrowed her brows. "It is wrong? So what is right since you seem to know?"

[[ooc: ooh, ooh, metaphyics after midnight, whee]]

Orlin frowned, " I... cannot remember." He said at last, "But I do know that the universe was not created in seven days by a single being, but I cannot remember how it was done or by whom..." His voice trailed off as he tried to remember. "I no longer have this knowledge, nor do I wish to know, it is not something for humans to know, not untill they have reached a higher level of being, or something."

"Almost certainly 'or something'." She frowned again. "You do not have this knowledge anymore? Where did you get it in the first place? Everyone here seems to be from different places. I think where we are now, is not where i am from. If i traveled by ship, i could never get to Europe that i left. We are a nexus of something here." She shrugged. "I guess it is unimportant as long as we are here." The dingbots were completely bored with this discussion. They started assembling themselves into a pyramid.

"Where are you from?"

" I am one of the Ascended, Ascension being described as having all the knowledge and power of the universe, which is essentially an infinite knowledge potentially power." Orlin replied after a small hesitation. "My human mind could not hold all the information of the universe I came from, and so most of it is lost, what is left is less then 0.05% of what I had before."

"Oh..." Her face fell a bit. Well that certainly made her feel utterly inferior. "Does it bother you, that most of it is lost? Why are you human if you could stay with all that knowledge? How did you get to be Ascended anyway?"

[[ooc: need sleep totally. really really want to continue the conversation... finish it tomorrow?]]

"Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow, or lunch," he added hurridly not wanting to make this weird, " And I can tell you everything that I can remember about the Ascended and the process of becoming one?"
Orlin was beside the door, "So," he asked, "What do you say?"

[[ ooc: go to bed, is this a good way to finish convo? might be fun, yunno for ~~shits and giggles~~ and gives me time to get some research done on some of this stuff to, i cannot remember everything ]]

"Sure. But absolutely no drugging me to make me tell you my family history. Um. That is what happened last time i accepted someone's dinner invitation."

[[ooc: am going, am going. waited up to see what you would say. this is a good way yes. an yay. gives me something to do tomorrow :) email me, addy in profile, we can sort out timing or something]]

" I promise, no drugs!" Orlin said as he stepped out of the store and into the street.

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