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Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [05/24].

Boy, it sure was a good thing that Amaya didn't have any pressing orders or projects that day, because Rube Goldberg machines in her engineering workshop definitely meant Rube Goldberg machines in her actual workshop for the rest of the day.

Very specifically, one that would traverse throughout the whole shop in the most ridiculously elaborate ways possible (obviously, that was the whole point!) so that she could put out the forge from behind the counter.

She was particularly proud about the section that involved some very precise timing on some daggers on pulleys and strings and the bit that seemed to go on a whole tangent involving the Crumbler, and at least one instance where the fact that the giant shuriken was no longer in the wall, but rather on it, so now it could work almost like a gear to set something off...

Again, it was a very good thing that there were no other pressing projects, but this was definitely going to be a whole thing now.

The Forge is open!

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Connor had had a quite but productive first dat at work at the Museum and was spending the rest of the week exploring the island and getting the lay of the land still. and still trying to understand why someone designed the place with so...many...stairs!

"You are lucky there Rex" he called up to the dragon circling around overhead. "Flying is a lot easier than all these bloody stairs!"

As Connor made his way down Unicorn Street, he did a slight double take as he passed by one of the shops, stopping and backtracking a bit to get a better look inside. He stood and marveled for a moment before letting out and impressed whistle.

"That is brilliant mate" he said, as much to himself as to anyone who might be around.

"Which part?" asked Amaya, who was definitely around if it meant compliments to her brilliant work. "The weapons, the armor, Missus Crumbler, or...this?"

You had excellent timing, really, Connor, because Amaya's just put the finishing touches on a section that would launch a hatchet into one of the test dummies to move it enough to turn, sweeping a broom-arm in the air to push over a box of ball bearings that would rain down a slope into...

...well, that part wasn't done yet, but everything up to that point seemed to work perfectly, so Amaya grinned proudly for a moment to put a pin on her progress for a hopefully profitable interruption.

"Welcome to Blackstone Foundry and Forge," she offered, adjusting a glove with a sharp pull and a wave of her hand. "What can I do for you?"

It took Connor a moment or two to stop gawking and to remember he was being asked a question.

"All of it really" he said with a slight grin. "But especially, that" he said with a nod to the intricate network of devices and contraptions. "It's been ages since I've made me own Rube Goldberg machine!"

He gave it another moment of consideration then faced Amaya and stuck his hand out. "I'm Connor. Just getting settled in here on the island and all and..."

At that moment, Connor was interrupted as Rex flew in through the doorway and landed on his shoulder, giving Amaya a series of happy and curious chirps.

"And this here is Rex" Connor added with a laugh as he reached up and scratched under Rex's chin slightly.

"Amaya Blackstone," she took that offered hand with a firm shake although her attention was very clearly on Rex with marked interest. "Local blacksmith."

In case he couldn't tell.

"Good to meet you say," yes, there was usually a period between those sentences, but Amaya decided to just skip right over pesky things like punctuation at the moment, "you don't see many of those 'round here. You some kind of dragon wrangler?'

Rex gave another happy chirp, a if he knew he was getting more attention, which he loved.

"Ah, sort of" Connor said with a smirk. "Rex is a Coelurosauravus. A type of reptile that..." and her Connor paused a moment, before deciding a long drawn out science explanation was probably not what was needed right now. "He's often called a dragon by many people yes" he finished with a grin.

It wasn't a full lie or miss-truth. Creatures like Rex were probably where the legends of dragons and such came from anyway. So it wasn't too off the mark to call Rexy a type of dragon. And it seemed around here it might be easier too to just us dragon to describe the little guy.

"Rexy is the only one I have, though it would be amazing to have more of them around!"

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Eyes still on Rex curiously, Amaya considered this answer and figured there was one very scientific way to settle that particular distinction.

"Well," she reasoned, "does he breathe fire?"

"Not that I am aware of" Connor admitted. "Though, I have done me best to not intentionally piss him off too much."

He looked at Rex for a moment as he thought. "Not sure all dragon had to breathe fire though?"

"Well, no," Amaya agreed. "Some of them breathe ice, or maybe lightning, and you've definitely got your occasional poison-spitter, but fire's not a bad place to start. I'm no expert," but she had read a lot of books on the topic, thank you, "but I'm pretty sure they've got to be breathing something other than air to be a dragon, otherwise they're just sort of oversized lizards with wings, aren't they?"

She held up a hand at Rex.

"No offense," she added, "of course."

Rex gave an almost indignant sounding chirp as he jumped up and flew to the top of a nearby shelf. Perched on the edge he looked down at the two people an gave another couple chirps before turning his back to them.

"Ay come on mate. Be careful up there! Don't go breaking anything!" With a somewhat apologetic shrug, Connor turned his attention back to Amaya. "Sorry bout that. He can be a bit temperamental at times. Though he really is a good boy most of the time."

"And here I thought," Amaya remarked, with a quirk of a smirk she couldn't wuite help, as she watched the little guy take to his petulant new roost, "dragons were supposed to have thick skin, too."

She let a little bit of a challenging look linger on Rex for a moment longer before turning to Connor with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"I wouldn't worry too much," she said. "Not like I don't have plenty of sharp, pointy things lying around if he needs a little...motivation to move. But if he's planning on staying, he might want to think about getting a start on that fire breathing. Thing like that could be mighty useful in a place like this!"

"Well Permian critters tend to be a bit moody by nature" Connor offers with a smirk of his own before looking around the forge and shop a bit more.

"This is a really cool set up you got here" he offered. "I've always kinda been interested in blacksmith and stuff. Just... don't have the strength for it, really."

There was a reason he had gravitated more towards science and techy and geeky stuff.

Amaya glanced over to give Connor a look as if to confirm and snorted.

"Strength," she pointed out, "you can fix. I'm actually running a workshop on it this summer, though, meets here every Thursday morning. If you're really interested, feel free to stop on by and check it out."

"Ah, I might just do that. If me schedule allows. Will have to see how busy Blathers keeps me over at the Museum," Connor said with a slight shrug. "But will definitely keep it in mind, thanks."

He gave it some thought and then turned to Amaya with a questioning look. "Did a lot of tracking and trapping back home. Mostly catch and release sort of thing. We mostly use a lot of high tech stuff... but I bet some simple rugged traps and what not could come in handy as well."

"Not sure what sorts of things you're likely to trap around there that's worth catching," Amaya admitted, with a...pointed look toward the window where she figured the squirrels were hanging out, but that wasn't just for them, either, but almost everything else out there, too, while she was at it, "but if you need simple and rugged, I can definitely do that for you. Don't get to work with springwork nearly enough anymore, anyway, but anything too high tech, and I'll admit, I'm at a loss. We don't even have electricity back where I'm from, so that's all still a work in progress."

"Well I had heard stories, and wanted to see if they were true or not. Heard tales of strange creatures with names like gremlins and porgs and something called an alot?"

Connor gave a bit of a shrug.

"Back home we dealt with dinosaurs and other strange creatures. Sounds like this place might have its own variety of the odd and bizarre as well. And I cant wait to see what all this place has to offer!"

Oh you may come to regret that enthusiasm down the road there Connor!

"Well, I will tell you this much," Amaya said, brow quirked slightly, a little in warning, a little in appreciation for that kind of adventurous spirit, "if you do go chasing after anything, take extra care with the gremlins particularly, from someone with personal experience. That hallucinatory venom ain't messing around. Last time I managed to get bit, I had to be locked up in that closet over there for my own good until it wore out."

"Wait... these Gremlins are... venomous?" Connor asked in surprise. "I've heard of animals having venom that can paralyze or kill... Don't think I have ever hear of an animal that can make someone hallucinate. Well, other than like being an idiot and licking a frog or toad or something like that." There was a slight pause as Connor glanced over at the closet Amaya had indicated. "So, how... how big are these gremlin creatures anyway?"

"Wait," said Amaya, "so someone told you about the gremlin but didn't mention the hallucinating part?" She shook her head, because there was no helping some people, apparently. "But they're about yay big," she said, holding out her hands and moving them around in a general approximation of the usual gremlin size, "so thankfully big enough to see 'em coming, most of the time. Othertimes, it can't be helped."

Like when you were trying to squeeze macramé clothes onto them, for example...

"Ugly little buggers, too. I imagine they'd give goblins a pretty good run for their money."

"Good to know..." Connor said, not at all debating the wisdom in the fact he still kinda wanted to get his hands on a gremlin to study up close. "We don't have creatures like that back home. Heck, we only had the dinos and creatures we were going after because of all the anomalies suddenly appearing all over London."

"And they, apparently," Amaya noted, with a grin and a glance up to see how Rex and his sulking was doing, "don't even breathe fire, still! So, I take it you're from what some around here might call more of a 'normal' place, save for these, uh, anomalies, you called them?, showing up?"

Rex gave a couple chirps from his lofty perch then glided down, landing on the nearby table near Connor. He look at Amaya and gave a more happier sounding chirp.

"Yeah pretty normal for the most part I'd say" Connor agreed. "I mean we don't have people with super powers running around or anything. And we certainly don't have talking owls that run local museums and what not so that's been a bit of an adjustment on the job side of thins" Connor added with a chuckle.

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