2nd Gear [Dictated]

[clockworkchild]

Does anyone know where I can find gears or metal? Or things like a hammer? 

[Hugo's taken what he had from his pockets and set them across his desk as he writes but it's not nearly enough to make anything. 

After a moment a few vague sketches of gears in a mechanism appear beneath his writing as well as scribbles of small numbers.]

Something like this. 

Comments

[legacydeck]

Someone might sell them in town, if you don't want to wish them up. Or I could probably use magic to form some out of unshaped metal fairly easily.

[clockworkchild]

I'm not really one for wishes...

Magic?

[legacydeck]

Yes - shaping material objects is something of a specialty of mine.

[clockworkchild]

...Can I see it?

[legacydeck]

Certainly. If you're free, come drop by the pie shop in the city? I'm at work right now, but it's fairly slow at the moment.

[clockworkchild]

I am free but... I do not know where the pie shop is.

[legacydeck]

Ah - do you live at the castle, then? I could come by later instead.

[whichwayyoulean]

There's a store in town, it's a great place for things like that. [Says he who when not in a loss-induced state just finds someone else to get such things]

Or there's wishing, I guess. If that's your thing.

[clockworkchild]

A store? Is it easy to find?

[whichwayyoulean]

Sure, lemmie draw you a map. [And hey look, there's a map, with a helpful line following from the castle to the store in town]

[clockworkchild]

[Hugo smiles to himself, copying the map into his notebook from home]

Are there others?

[whichwayyoulean]

I dunno, maybe further in? They've always had what I needed.

[clockworkchild]

Then I will begin there. Thank you.

[whichwayyoulean]

No problem. Good luck.

[theabjectauthor]

I might be able to help you think of a few places, sir. ... Might I inquire as to what you are building?

[clockworkchild]

I want to build a clock.

[theabjectauthor]

Oh, that should be simple enough. A very fine destination for clockwork mechanisms is my dear friend Violet Baudelaire's workshop, in the village.

[clockworkchild]

Is she a clockmaker?

[theabjectauthor]

Among several other things! She is, first and foremost, an inventor and engineer. She knows the inner workings of myriad machines.