Nngh.

Nov. 13th, 2008 10:11 pm
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That was not a fun el-oh-el.

At first, I was unable to communicate with others, either through virtue of the translation effect malfunctioning, or.. I do not know. I was speaking nonsense either way. I could understand others, but I could not make them understand me verbally no matter how I tried.

Apparently, something was firing from brain to mouth correctly, as I was speaking words with the correct letters, just in the completely and utterly wrong order, in the letters' cases.

Anagrams.

The latter half of it was even less fun. My memories of it are still somewhat fuzzy, starting from a few hours before I changed.

I am not entirely sure what I was, except on top of the fact that I could no longer speak coherently at all, I could not think straight.

Such a concept disturbs me greatly and utterly, my mind wasn't my own, but at the same time it was a mere shadow of what it was.

Most of the events that happened while I was transformed are.. half formed memories.

The el-oh-el transmits itself like a virus. I have been cured thanks to the Doctor and as far as I can tell I am no longer capable of infecting others.

Also, if anyone sees Metody before I do, let me know he is okay? I.. don't remember seeing him except sometime before I changed.
clockwork_phoenix: (Gears of Gold indeed)
'To see what would happen' is generally a good reason for a Spark to do anything. Hell, it's this reason that Bella gets along with the Barrayaran Government.

Where this is happening is an open space of Nexus in the very vague vicinity of the Sanctuary. Bella is humming cheerfully as she works on the underside of an engine, as it hangs on some sort of complicated wheel-and-pulley rack she's constructed for just such a purpose.

It's not the more famous sort of humming, but it's a tuneless sort she's making up as she goes, occasionally tapping the engine to the beat of this song with a tool while she thinks.

To anyone who recognizes such, the engine is from a DeLorean, and Bella is going about taking it apart bit by bit to see how it works.

Manufactured trash or not, it's safe to say that this machine's got a few good ideas for her to adapt into her own constructions. Mainly how to reduce the size of her own massive engines into smaller mechanical wonders.

"Ding, hand me the Heterodyne Wrench." Ding makes a cheerful little noise and passes Bella a tool.

A pause. She slides out from under the engine. "We've been over this. This is a hinge clacker. That is the Heterodyne wrench." She points to it, and picks it up herself with a quiet sigh, and slides back under the engine to disassemble another section of it.

((Open post! Anyone can meet her, and individual threads are treated as separate events so we have no clashes between folks, two people can meet her at the same time, and not meet each other through virtue of Weird Nexus Time!))
clockwork_phoenix: (Gears of Gold indeed)
There was something to be said about being prompt, and early.

That it was incredibly frigging annoying. That's what.

Annabella Fennix paces back and forth in front of the bench near the giant stiletto-shoe.

She stops, and faces the bench, "Oh, Hallo Luc. I saw the ghost of your country's worst enemy ever."

A beat and a half, several ticks of clockwork.

Then a frustrated sound, running her left hand through her hair, "Oh. No. Sweet Lightning and Daughter of Thunder no, not like that."

She turns to the bench again. "Hallo General Marc! Bella here--"

"No." Geh, "Mein Gott no."

About Six-twenty-five, and three attempts later she simply resigns herself to pacing back and fourth.

This was not going to be easy to tell.

Not at all.
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Bella's almighty claimed sideroom is one of the larger ones.

It is so, for a reason. Various mechanical objects and devices litter the room in parts, and in various states of completion, and off to one side is the start of a new portal generator. Bella's managed to clean off most of the black soot from where the first one exploded.

One might notice her sheets from her bed hanging outside her window for that same reason, as well as her more beat up clothing.

This is not, however, what she's doing currently.

As life is never dull for the average Spark (combined with, perhaps, a certain subset of Luck), Bella has a predicament.


"Look, I'll give you the wrench for it, how about that?"

Ding. Ding.

Ding the scorpionish-crab-clank is sitting on Bella's workbench, just out of reach, and he's carrying one of her left boots (Yes, she has more than one, the heeled one to go with the dress for that dance comes to mind). And Ding is holding it up triumphantly in all three claws, both arms and the tail. Having the beaming (n) expression. Ding!

"Then what do you want to trade for it?" Apparently, Bella's grown tired of chasing the Clank around for the boot. That little guy's fast when he needs to be.

Of course, into this comes another factor....

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