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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim nicked a table out of the bar today, but he's only borrowing it, promise! It's currently on the lawn out back with his laptop set up on it, wired up to a box of indeterminate purpose. But he's currently ignoring the technical aspects of this experiment in favour of making his drone do loop-the-loops, skidding around invisible corners in the air, and basically acting like a kid with a flying toy.

He wants to make sure bits don't fall off, OK? And maybe he's showing Sameth what it can do too, and no more so when he makes it flip upside down, and swoop down to hover an inch from Sameth's nose.

'Looks like the balance isn't affected by your stuff. Do you want a go while I check the computer program?'

For Science obviously, Sameth. Not because it's fun. At all.



[OOC: Tag in, get both! <3]

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[makesthings]

"I know it wouldn't be," He laughs as the drone flies, its a wonderful device, "Yes, please."

[just_cant_lose]

He smiles at that - he likes it when people have confidence int heir work - and takes hold of thing with one hand, while he holds out the remote to Sameth with the other.

'Don't crash it.'

He just has to check the information it's sending back to his computer, and if it's all coming through then he is totally ready to see what the limits of this place are.

[makesthings]

Sameth knows what he's good at and that's making things, "I won't."

The controls make sense and he's been watching Jim.

[just_cant_lose]

These things are ridiculously easy really, considering the stuff that can be done with them if you have the inclination. Jim's actually looking forward to the time when they're common playthings for regular people, because it'll be so much easier to use one and not have it be a novelty.

'OK, this is picking everything up fine.'

He turns away from his computer, flicks a few buttons on the control box, and glances over to Sameth.

'I want to know how high the forcefield is to start with, and how far it extends around us. But I might have to do that another day, and borrow a bike from the garage or something.'

He's not walking along ten miles of lake or mountain to keep the thing in range, and sight. He doesn't trust Milliways not to break the thing if he just sends it off and hopes for the best.

[makesthings]

"A horse would keep up well and no matter how far you go, you loop back. The forcefield probably reflects that,"

They are and since many of Sam's own creations work along the same general idea as remote control, it makes sense to him.

[crabbycustomer]

Stealthily, stealthily, a small robotic purple crab is stealing its way up the table leg to investigate the primitive human electronics on display.

[just_cant_lose]

Oh, look! There's a...thing going near his computer. No no no, small purple crab. A good portion of Europe's gun-running, extortion rackets and turf wars are organised on that machine. No touching!

Which is to say, Jim has just come over to check some calibrations and plucks the thing off the table leg as soon as he spots it.

'What are you, then?' he says to it, in an attempt to play nice before he crushes it with his primitive human boot.

[makesthings]

Sam gently lands the drone and glances over, then comes closer, "Oh, that's well made. I think its a robot, but I can't see any seams."

[crabbycustomer]

It waggles its legs plaintively, and its eyes light up. A faint diffuse glow fills the air around them; like shining a flashlight into a well and illuminating nothing in particular.

[just_cant_lose]

'You haven't seen it before?'

Sameth's been coming longer than he has. He turns it over in his fingers to see if there's a panel to open to get at the insides. Because that's his first reaction to anything, robotic or human.

[mogget_cat]

There is a white cat sitting on the top of one of the garden fence posts.

It r srs post. It r srs cat.

Or something.

He does look intrigued, watching the drone be put through its paces.

[makesthings]

Sameth feels Yrael before seeing him and waves, "Hello, Yrael."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim glances up from his computer when he hears the name. He's heard it here before. And yep, as advertised, that's a white cat.

He just nods at him, curious as to whether he'll introduce himself or just...pretend to be a cat. Which he can respect! He himself is currently pretending to English, geeky, and harmless.

[mogget_cat]

"Prince Sameth," answers the cat-shaped thing evenly, not taking his gaze from the drone. Like a cat watching a moth fluttering enticingly out of reach.

"I suppose if anyone could manage to successfully meld Charter Magic with technology that relies on electricity, it would be you. One would generally expect that thing to be husk of rusting metal, by now." Too close to the Old Kingdom, and guns won't fire and engines die. Even mere machine-made materials from Ancelstierre generally don't survive contact with the Charter long. "What does it do?"

"And who is your friend?" An afterthought.

[makesthings]

"The Charter magic isn't touching the electronics, that's why its working. This is Jim. He built the drone, I only added a few things to it,"

The carbon fiber body is imbued with Marks to keep it flying stable and to hold together better with reinforcements around the cameras. At the front is the magic detector that looks like a comb, one tooth is glowing faintly gold at Yrael's presence. He did everything he could to not place any Charter within an inch or two of the electronics, but he'll only know how well it works when its pushed to an extreme.

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Hannibal Lecter is standing outside the back door from the kitchen, watching the drone fly.

[just_cant_lose]

Hannibal! Hello! Jim's been wondering where you've been hiding, and when he spots him sends the drone over straight away. It's almost a metre long, this thing, hefty but smooth, and fast. He brings it to a halt a couple of inches from the good doctor's nose, spins it upside down, makes the front camera take a picture, then brings it right-side-up.

Jim grins at Sameth.

'I like Hannibal.'

[makesthings]

"Hello,"

The name's familiar but he doesn't think he's actually met Hannibal. The Charter is moving below the surface of the body of the drone making it seem to shimmer.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal looks up, smiling unflinchingly at the drone as he lifts his hand to touch the carbon shell.

"Nice work."

[just_cant_lose]

'Yeah.'

He knows. They know.

And he hopes Hannibal isn't going to be a dick about dealing with 'Jim from IT' rather than whatever else he rightly suspects him to be. He's in full innocent-nerd mode right now.

'Do you want a go? Oh, and this is Sameth if you haven't met.'

[have_no_mercy]

Tess is taking a break from some research of her own and decided to take a walk outside. Jim playing toys with a friend is about the last thing she expects to see.

"Having fun?" She calls over.

[just_cant_lose]

Is it the toys, or is it him having a friend?

'Always!' he calls out, and sends the drone over to whizz and spin around her head. It's under a metre long, built along military lines, and fairly obviously laden with cameras. Also a comb at the front, one tooth of which is glowing gold.

'That's Tess,' he says to Sameth. 'Have you met?'

[makesthings]

Sam smiles and nods to her, "No, I don't think so. Hello."

[have_no_mercy]

It's the friend, to whom she nods back. "Hello."

But Jim's getting a look as the drone flies around her, mainly because, dammit, it better not ruin her hair. Once it's stopped hovering she makes her way over to the pair.

"If you want to be a spy, this isn't the best way to go about it."

[just_cant_lose]

'I don't want to be a spy.'

Booooring.

We're doing weather experiments. Weather and magic. Hi, Tess.'