needtoruleit[there might not be a whole lot in the way of fancy technology around here, but since when has that ever stopped a bunch of tinkering geniuses? ...Especially drunk tinkering geniuses.
There is still metal, and gears, and clever things like steam power. ...And also whatever this this is, over here, that someone dismantled. Where did that thing even come from? Does anyone recognize what it used to be? Oh well.
The journal opens to all the appropriate metallic clanking and slight word-slurring that you would imagine would go along with alcohol having infiltrated the Hephaestus cabin]
You know what? ...You know... I bet you anything that this is like those, um... [hang on, getting sidetracked, jotting down some sloppy calculations and readjusting something] ...I bet this is where the legends of those metal... uh, what were they called? ...Oh, the golems. Or was it colossi?
[and then he's squinting and calling over his shoulder to whoever is closest] --Hey! Where did that thing go. That thing that we decided could work as a powertrain...
[oh wait, that's right. He already installed that. A while ago, actually. And the steam is all built up and ready to be put to work. Which means that all is left is to hit the lever and watch this baby come to life!]
[and there is the whirclankhissss of an extremely clumsy mechanical creation moving!... and... crawling off the table] --Yeah! It works! I told you it... oh. ...Hey, someone should probably...
Get back here, little abomination-of-ancient-science-and-mechanics guy!
((ooc: Drunk Science! Backdated to last night. Open over the journal, at the Hephaestus cabin... or anywhere their sad little mechanical creature hobbles off to, I suppose))