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[makesthings]

Sameth's in the forge, sorting through some of the smaller tools that he used to use. Nothing's too out of order but he knows it could be better, so he's seated and going over hammers and various sized fasteners.

Its the kind of work that makes the forge nicer to work in and doesn't require too much thought. He knows that Lirael isn't completely happy with her hand but she hasn't told him what's wrong yet, he hopes she does soon. Having something he made not work the best way always nags at him.

Later, he'll find his way into the Bar and by the counter enjoy a spiced wine and fish and chips that remind him of Ancelstierre.

(OOC: Find him inside or out at the forge.)

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[space_puffin]

Fish?

Fish?

Fish?

Puffy would like some of that fish, Sameth. He stares up at the young wallmaker with wide hopeful eyes and adds a pathetic croon of 'I'm clearly starving despite looking like I've been eating too much'.

[makesthings]

Having someone make a sound at you while eating is a familiar experience for Sameth but when he sees a bird, he frowns, "What are you?"

[space_puffin]

"Quirrk?"

Hungry! That's what he is.

[makesthings]

"This is my dinner. I can order you your own fish,"

Since a small animal is always hungry and its best to feed unknown creatures. When a rat comes by, Sameth orders a plate of whatever the bird thing likes.

[space_puffin]

Bah. Sameth can share his dinner. He hops up onto the table to examine the human's dinner. He wasn't going to eat Sameth's dinner.

Just yet.

First it must be examined.

"Coo".

[makesthings]

The dinner's fairly simple, generous pieces of fish, Sameth's eaten one of the three and a lot of chips and some tartar sauce.

Soon a waitrat returns with a bowl of blue puffy cubes, "Its fish and chips."

[space_puffin]

Yes.

But fish.

Puffy likes fish.

The chips are interesting. He sniffs the tartar sauce and then gives a head shaking sneeze. Fluffing up his feathers, he gives the sauce a disgusted look.

On the other hand..

Blue puff cubes!

That distracts him from Sam's dinner as he shoves his face into the bowl. Lifting his head up he crunches one contentedly.

[makesthings]

Sameth smiles as the bird thing starts eating its cubes and he goes back to his dinner, "Those are very blue."

[awkwardbot]

I’d finally torn myself from the library and started on my third mission objective: exploring the outdoor area of Milliways, accompanied by half a dozen scout drones (because I was not roaming around an unknown planetary surface environment without them). It was warm so I’d taken off my jacket, tied it around my waist, and pinned my new They/Them pronoun button to my shirt instead.

I heard metallic clanking inside a small building I passed, and figured it must be Teja’s forge. Maybe he’d let me take a quick look at the tools inside. I set the scouting drones I’d brought with me in a patrol pattern and knocked on the door, loud enough that he could hear me over whatever they were doing.

[OOC: Please read Murderbot’s bio before replying! Thank you.]

[makesthings]

(OOC: I've read it and wanted to check in on how you want Sameth to be able to sense Murderboth since he can sense the Dead. And I don't think he's encountered any robots in Milliways. His senses are always a little off in Milliways and if he does sense anything weird, he won't say anything. My first thought was that he won't really sense anything and just be confused.)

[awkwardbot]

[OOC: Thanks for asking! Murderbot is definitely alive, they have living cloned tissue and everything. But they also have a lot of artificial/organic parts, which may come up in conversation and which Sameth might take as an explanation for Murderbot seeming, well, odd.]

[makesthings]

(OOC: I can work with that.)

[makesthings]

Sameth looks up from the small hammer that he's repairing and says, "Come in."

He's in a comfortable linen shirt with his Charter Mark just visible through his sweaty hair.

[awkwardbot]

Shit. If we’d both had feeds, I would have known it wasn’t Teja before I knocked. I felt an urge to run away, but that would be a) extremely rude and b) likely to bite me in the ass later.

I sighed, backburnered the feeds from my drones, and open the door.

Inside the forge itself cast an orange-yellow glow over everything - and made it warmer inside than it was outside. There were anvils in the middle of the space, and racks of different sizes, shapes, and weights of hammers and tongs hung on the walls. The human I’d mistaken for Teja had fair skin and blond hair, with some kind of tattoo or brand showing through.

I forced myself to make eye contact. “Sorry,” I said, “I thought you might be Teja.”

[makesthings]

As the visitor comes in, Sameth gives a confused look as they feel different than he's felt in Milliways. But its Milliways so given time, Sameth hopes to learn more, "I haven't seen him around recently, but if he is, he'll end up here,"

Before Sameth left for a while, Teja seemed to always be in the forge.

[awkwardbot]

“I don’t want to get in the way of whatever work you’re doing,” I said.

(I wasn’t sure exactly what they had been doing. My knowledge of primitive metalwork was very limited.)

[makesthings]

"You're not. I've been away so rearranging some hammers and fixing one with a broken handle. I'm Sameth. Was Teja going to make your something?"

That's usually why people come to the forge, they need something made. He just finished reattaching the handle, which he holds up, its small, meant for working with jewelry.

[awkwardbot]

“No.” I hadn’t asked for anything from him, and honestly there wasn’t anything he could make that I might need. “I just met him in the library earlier, and I wanted to see where he worked.”

[dog_walker]

A woman strolls in and looks around, casting assessing glances out of the corner of her eye. This might feel family to Sameth.

[makesthings]

Sameth glances up from his work, he's repairing a broken chain he found in the forge when she enters, "Hello, let me know if I can help with anything."

Then he pauses when he sees her, he doesn't know her face but she feels like she's from the Old Kingdom.

[dog_walker]

Her lips quirk a little as if she knows a joke he hasn't gotten yet.

"This is a nice little place you've made for yourself here." She speaks as if she knows him, familiar and accepting. "It is good to keep busy."

[makesthings]

"It is, but I haven't been here for a while and I have a workshop at home. Its open to anyone who wants to use it,"

And while he was Bound, this forge was where he spent most of his time.

[dog_walker]

She turns to face him with an even bigger smile.

"It must be nice to have a place you can work without your sister interrupting. Although I'd wager Mogget still pokes his nose in to bother you."

[makesthings]

Sameth blinks before he answers as he thinks about who would know that, "Kibeth? He needs to get his fish."

[dog_walker]

She nods, pride emanating from her.

"I knew you were a bright one. Yrael will eat all the fish in the ocean and still want more."

"How is Lirael?"