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st_ockandbarrel2017-03-06 10:01 am
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[For Ignis] Tinkers gotta tink
After nearly two weeks, Percy was finally feeling healthy again. It had never taken so long to heal, not since he'd fallen in with magic users who could bring vitality with a touch or a word. Even after he'd died and been resurrected, he'd been entirely hale in less than a week.
He'd dissembled and reassembled the gun MacCready had given them, learning a great deal about the way it worked and giving him ideas on how to improve Bad News. But here, he didn't seem to need his weapons. And there were so many other fascinating machines. Particularly in the kitchen.
Not that Percy was often in a kitchen. His cooking skills were poor and he survived largely on rations most of the time. But he'd seen the coffee maker while at breakfast one morning and his curiosity had been piqued. About midday - after the lunch rush when it wouldn't anyone - he crept into the kitchen and approached a large, shiny machine. This would be his first investigation.
He'd dissembled and reassembled the gun MacCready had given them, learning a great deal about the way it worked and giving him ideas on how to improve Bad News. But here, he didn't seem to need his weapons. And there were so many other fascinating machines. Particularly in the kitchen.
Not that Percy was often in a kitchen. His cooking skills were poor and he survived largely on rations most of the time. But he'd seen the coffee maker while at breakfast one morning and his curiosity had been piqued. About midday - after the lunch rush when it wouldn't anyone - he crept into the kitchen and approached a large, shiny machine. This would be his first investigation.