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[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))

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[whichwayyoulean]

[Alcohol is something of a new experience for the Once-ler. After all his major vice was smoking (and you know, excessive pollution, but details) but he has to admit, so far, it's pretty awesome. He's even feeling less heart-wrenchingly morose for a change]

I told you that you had to give it a name. Then it would respond like, uh, here, Flicka. Here boy.

[Nope. That isn't working. Probably because Flicka is a horse.

Or a dog? Whatever. It doesn't matter]

Oh...never mind it's kind of heading to the door. Maybe we should make a bigger one to get that one back.

[vampirize]

No, no, no. Idiots. It doesn't react to your calling. And you don't need to invent another one to get it.

[Oh, wow, Tesla still sounds sober, must be that vampire metabolism of his-]

We...we need to invent a leash for it. An electric leash.

...

With lasers.

[NEVER MIND apparently said metabolism was taken away WOW IT IS NICE TO BE DRUNK FOR ONCE]

[needtoruleit]

What? ...What?? An electric... no, no. You are being an idiot. There's, like... no electric anything around here.

[see, listen to Billy. he knows what he's talking about.]

...Unless-- Wait! ...The Zeus cabin!

If we could get one of those guys, and harness his lightning capabilities...

[nevermind. stop listening to Billy.]

[whichwayyoulean]

Why does it need lasers? What are we even going to laser around here? A pillar? Oh no, beware pillars everywhere, fear our laser-y wrath!

[He squints a little at Billy]

...I'm pretty sure they wouldn't like that.

1/2

[builds]

[ Aaand Tony Stark walks into the cabin. ]

Hey, guys, I think I saw some kind of automaton walking towards the-

2/2 NO REGRETS

[builds]

....Are you guys doing drunk science?

ALL OF MY DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE

[needtoruleit]

Um.

[looking up from the... science disaster all over... narrowing his eyes blearily at Tony...]

...




...Maybe.

i will tag back when I get home from work

[alaspooryork]

It was colossi. Golems were a part of the Judaic tradition.

Why must you all insist on building creations without ensuring proper control of them first? At the very least, when designing autonomy it is recommended you install hardwired safeguards. It could destroy your workshop easily.

8D

[needtoruleit]

Hey. If we stuck to just building what we, y'know... knew was safe, how would we discover anything?

[slurring maybe a little]

Where's your sense of scientific adventure, huh?

[whichwayyoulean]

We wouldn't discover a single solitary thing. You;ve got to push the boundaries of science sometimes, you know. Otherwise, you're just boring

[He gives Delta a pointed look]

Do you want to be boring?

[ruined_jaw]

[Jono's just gonna be over here, giving you all sarcastic looks.]

Golems are Jewish, mate. Clay statues animated with magic.

[Meanwhile, He's got a mug of cider nearby, and takes occasional pulls from it, and is working on what looks like a pair of gauntlets, slightly bigger than regular armor gauntlets. He's not getting smashed like the rest of you, if for no other reason than better alcohol tolerance.]

What the hell are you blokes working on over there, anyway?

[needtoruleit]

Yeah, yeah that's right... Jewish.

[you can go play with your gauntlets, dude. The cool kids are going to be over here playing with... things that are fairly likely to explode, really]

Um, that... is a good... hmm.

[whichwayyoulean]

[What's Jewish even?]

Something super secret that you decided not to be a part of when you went to sit in your emo corner to make gloves.

[cheerupemoborg]

[Standing in the cabin entrance, automaton thing dangling from his hand.]

I believe this is yours?

[needtoruleit]

[it's still whirring away, kicking its sad little legs]

Hey! Heeeeeeeey! ...You found it!

[whichwayyoulean]

FLICKA! You came back to us.

[craggyfaced]

[Stone and bone, they're doing it again. Wasn't alcohol supposed to impede this process, not make it...what was it making it? Those bats are probably dangerous to somebody. Probably.]

This can't be safe...

[needtoruleit]

See?

[he heard that, peering over at the guy with squinty, bleary eyes. he points a screwdriver at him]

See... there's that word again...

[whichwayyoulean]

We're taking a whole TON of precautions! We are so safe.

[whos_there]

I believe it's a Golem.
[Gary likes to lie- he is aware that the Golems were Jewish mudmonsters, ok?]

[whichwayyoulean]

That's not the important point here!

[needtoruleit]

Yeah! The important point is...

[...something]

/hopes being superlate is okay

[ectobabble]

Oh no, it's headed for the door --

[Ray gets up from his seat, his third drink of the night in hand, and thinks he's making a beeline right for it.

the beeline is a little crooked]

always!

[whichwayyoulean]

[Yeah, not even going to try to help you dude, his legs are unwieldy enough as they are, he doesn't need to add alcohol induced running to them]

Quick! Before it does...the thing!

\o/

[needtoruleit]

[see, that is a proper beeline! Since when have bees ever done anything in a straight line?]

Yeah, but it's not like it can...


--Oh. I guess it can open doors. ...Huh. How did we make it able to open doors?