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thebastion2015-01-19 01:41 pm
dragonsorcsandwolves) wrote in thebastion2015-01-19 01:41 pm
Entry tags:
Day 271 | OPEN | The first step is usually the hardest
Who: Rob, Anyone
Open: Open
When: Day 271
Where: Wherever
What: Unexpected fashion choices.
Format: Will match
[Pre-post solo stuff]
It had been a week already and, like every morning where he had woken up in his cottage over the past week, once he was ready to leave he stopped and stared at what was on his dresser for a bit before taking it to a mirror and staring at it again. Even being his own worst critic he could tell that he'd done a good job, all things considered. He liked how it looked with the mix of badass, primal, and vaguely creepy despite it not turning out exactly as he'd imagined.
But what about other people? He was very much aware that in his own world this would be considered weird despite his own opinions of it, and that was the problem. If he went outside with this he risked being stared at, people judging him, and people thinking he's weird. The horror.
Today though, as he looks at it in the mirror, a thought occurs to him. Namely, a thought about the waste if he doesn't take it outside. With that thought in mind, he slowly makes his way downstairs to his front door. And stands there. He puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, pulls it back, pauses, puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, and repeats the process a few more times. The phrase "They're all gonna laugh at you!" starts bouncing around inside his head and he closes his eyes, trying to force down the anxiety that's making its way up. If he'd thought ahead he could potentially have avoided this problem; if he hadn't acted like his usual self when he'd first arrived everyone might expect something like this from him, but instead he'd presented himself as he normally did and now feels the weight of everyone's expectations about what he's like pressing down on him. Acting against that expectation is hard, and he's not sure how long he remains frozen in front of the door, paralyzed by internal conflict.
Finally though, he clenches his teeth and starts breathing heavily. Will a colossal burst of willpower he opens the door and steps outside, closing it behind him before he act on the urge to abort and go back inside.
[Open]
As of today, Rob has started to accessorize a bit. And by that I mean: a rabbit skull with a shard faintly glowing from within each eye socket, two rabbit humeruses, two rabbit femurs, and two rabbit tibias are spaced out on a braided leather cord, which is being worn by Rob as a necklace. Yes, this is indeed a thing that is happening, and will continue to happen for the foreseeable future. Rob himself is just going about his business as usual, though he does look oddly tense while doing so.
One order of business for today though is to hunt down everyone who went on the mission to the Ura. With those people, he approaches them, unintentionally stealthily contrary to expectations based on appearances, and quietly speaks up despite his apprehension about actually being the one to initiate conversation.
"Hey, um, I was, uh, I was wondering how well the carts worked out, and, uh, and if there were any improvements you think I could make to them. Or for if I make another one. I-If you're not too busy, of course."
Open: Open
When: Day 271
Where: Wherever
What: Unexpected fashion choices.
Format: Will match
[Pre-post solo stuff]
It had been a week already and, like every morning where he had woken up in his cottage over the past week, once he was ready to leave he stopped and stared at what was on his dresser for a bit before taking it to a mirror and staring at it again. Even being his own worst critic he could tell that he'd done a good job, all things considered. He liked how it looked with the mix of badass, primal, and vaguely creepy despite it not turning out exactly as he'd imagined.
But what about other people? He was very much aware that in his own world this would be considered weird despite his own opinions of it, and that was the problem. If he went outside with this he risked being stared at, people judging him, and people thinking he's weird. The horror.
Today though, as he looks at it in the mirror, a thought occurs to him. Namely, a thought about the waste if he doesn't take it outside. With that thought in mind, he slowly makes his way downstairs to his front door. And stands there. He puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, pulls it back, pauses, puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, and repeats the process a few more times. The phrase "They're all gonna laugh at you!" starts bouncing around inside his head and he closes his eyes, trying to force down the anxiety that's making its way up. If he'd thought ahead he could potentially have avoided this problem; if he hadn't acted like his usual self when he'd first arrived everyone might expect something like this from him, but instead he'd presented himself as he normally did and now feels the weight of everyone's expectations about what he's like pressing down on him. Acting against that expectation is hard, and he's not sure how long he remains frozen in front of the door, paralyzed by internal conflict.
Finally though, he clenches his teeth and starts breathing heavily. Will a colossal burst of willpower he opens the door and steps outside, closing it behind him before he act on the urge to abort and go back inside.
[Open]
As of today, Rob has started to accessorize a bit. And by that I mean: a rabbit skull with a shard faintly glowing from within each eye socket, two rabbit humeruses, two rabbit femurs, and two rabbit tibias are spaced out on a braided leather cord, which is being worn by Rob as a necklace. Yes, this is indeed a thing that is happening, and will continue to happen for the foreseeable future. Rob himself is just going about his business as usual, though he does look oddly tense while doing so.
One order of business for today though is to hunt down everyone who went on the mission to the Ura. With those people, he approaches them, unintentionally stealthily contrary to expectations based on appearances, and quietly speaks up despite his apprehension about actually being the one to initiate conversation.
"Hey, um, I was, uh, I was wondering how well the carts worked out, and, uh, and if there were any improvements you think I could make to them. Or for if I make another one. I-If you're not too busy, of course."
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[It's not said disparagingly though, since that would be calling the kettle black.]
I guess... for now, looking at things that give me that sense of accomplishment is probably a good route to take until I find something more specific.
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I just have the benefit of having been raised on the plane of law, so I REALLY know how the universe works.
Look, just find what you enjoy doing that also benefits other people. Enjoy your work, and it will make it that much easier on you. That's one of the secrets of life.
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That's probably a good goal. [One easier said than done though.] Speaking of things that benefit other people though, I wanted to ask you about some of the feedback I got from them being used in the field? There's a couple of problems I'm not sure how to solve.
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Anyway, mechanical problems, shoot. I'm always happy to help.
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The one that came up several times is how they had a hard time moving through the swamp they had to go through. For general speed, I'm going to see if Stewart can show me how to make metal rims for the wheels, but that's not gonna help all that much once they leave firm ground. Someone suggested raising the bodies of the carts off of the ground more, which might help, but that'd basically require a whole new cart with the way these ones are built. You have any intermediate ideas?
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[Colin smiles, then he considers.]
Surface pressure is your big issue. No matter how big your wheels are, only a certain portion of them will be on the ground at a time. All your weight will be pushing down on that small surface, and you'll sink like a stone.
Unfortunately, the only real advice I can give here is don't go into a swamp in the first place. You can't really make a cart amphibious, and we don't really have the resources to make a hovercraft that could also carry that much of a load. If you widen the tires and make some rubber treads with thick teeth, it will help, but only so much.
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Widening the tires is something I'd forgotten about, but yeah, that's about what I was thinking. Unfortunately it sounds like the swamp was just a function of the Skyway and there was no other option; the other path was too narrow to get the carts through. Do we have any rubber around? I don't think I've seen any, unless there was a section of the scrapyard with them we didn't see.
[For the record, on their trip to the scrapyard Rob prioritized steel, insulated wire, and motors and solenoids for what he gathered aside from shards, and can be assumed to follow that strategy on future trips unless something else comes up.]
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[Colin shakes his head.]
We don't have much rubber here, it hasn't been priority salvage. We can probably find some, I'm sure.
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Speaking of the swamp, any ideas for giant-monster-repellent that won't be a problem for people or ostrich horses? I hear there was a bit of a close call on the way.
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As for animal repellant... You're better off asking Raile than me. I have general animal knowledge, but Raile's the expert in this world's native critters.