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[This announcement comes to you thanks to a very nasal voice which seems to be doing it out of some kind of obligation. Don't judge ~~much~~.]

Ah, about the machines in the Station: they have instructions in Drabbish now. Printed paper sheets that I stuck next to each device, you can't miss it. So it would be really, really great if breaking could be avoided from now on. Just saying.

[He's heard some stories, okay. He likes having a little piece of home, please take care of it!]

Oh, and the cakes outside? Those are for the fairies, and they can get a liiiiittle... [Annoying as hell?] ...frustrated if you steal them so... try the kitchen if you're really hungry?

[Yes, he's even whipped by tiny fae women. Details.]

[Locked to Eren]

Hey, I did find some tools. I can take a look at your gear now.

[Locked to Queen Anne]

Your Majesty? It's true, machines do work here. I have the music if you still want to listen to it.

((ooc: Feel free to say your character found the sheets or the cakes and messed with them!))

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[ Uh—

... He'll ask what a computer is supposed to be later. ]

You're gonna have to tell me where that is when I get there.

[Chuckling, he tries again.] I'll just... wait outside.

[And Eren will find him playing with his phone when he arrives.]

[ That he will, and as promised, in a few hours give or take.

The closest fairy ring to the Station is still a decent distance away, so like with most of his travelling, Eren had grabbed his horse and closes the distance between him and his destination through that mode of transport. So, with David sitting outside, he'll spot Eren galloping up, slowing the horse to a halt when he's close enough. ]

Dave, right? [ As this would be their first time meeting in person. Eren glances down, looking him over; meanwhile, despite the forest green cloak of the Survey Corps being wrapped over his shoulders to ward off the chilly temperatures, the currently useless maneuvering gear strapped around his waist is more than visible. ] Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.

[Dave puts down his phone as soon as he hears the horse approaching. It's hard to think of the boy riding as military, but he supposes he shouldn't be surprised by this stuff anymore. There are worlds for everything.]

Yeah, hey Eren. [A hand goes up in greeting as he stands up to receive him, returning the look over. Dave is wearing simple local clothes now, but he keeps his pointy shoes on for some reason. He doesn't care about Eren's, though, he only has eyes for the gear, which he can already tell doesn't look like anything he's seen before.] Don't worry, I had entertainment. Is that the gear? You always, ah, "wear" it like that?

[ At the greeting, Eren gives only a nod in acknowledgement before swinging one leg over the horse's back from a stirrup, sliding off with practiced ease. One hand keeps a grip on the reins, but the other—after dusting off a part of his pants underneath all the belts and straps—pats at one of the large, box-like sheathes hanging off his thigh with a soft, metallic clang. Only one spare blade remains in each, so his movements aren't as noisy as it normally was. ]

Yeah, this is it. It wouldn't work out too well for me if I had it on any other way.

That's gonna be a interesting design to look at then. [A weapon with a gear hanging off legs? Definitively new and curious.] Come on, I left the weapons inside.

[He guides Eren inside to the main area where the computers are, holding doors open and everything, but he only has eyes for the gear. All that watching is what makes him realize something.]

Wait, are those, ah-- swords? Knives or something? Because if they are then I'd really appreciate it if you could, you know. [Vague gesture of his hand.] Take them out before I handle it.

[ While he may only have eyes for the gear, Eren is fairly fixated on everything else around them. He came and went in a hurry the last time he was here, leaving little to no room for exploration—but this time, he sees what's around them as he follows Dave to where they need to be.

Needless to say, this level of technology confuses him far more than anything else in the Drabwurld has so far.

He's snapped out of his thoughts quickly enough when attention is brought back to the gear, however. ]

—These? Alright. [ Eren slides out one handle and detaches the blade snapped into the trigger, setting it on a table, and does the same for the other one; there's only one extra spare left, all the rest having been long broken or lost to the sea, but it joins the other two. ] Where do you want me to put the rest of the gear?

[Dave makes a gesture for Eren to follow him to a nearby table that's covered with papers. It's on purpose, he did it to "claim" it. Very quickly he makes a pile with them and throws it on a chair, only leaving a box with tools on it. And thank goodness he found those - the more he watches the gear, the more he's sure he wouldn't be able to repair it with stuff from the castle.]

There you go... Those empty slots, you usually carry more, ah, blades, right? How many exactly? Do you what metal or alloy they're made of?

[ He'll take that as his cue to begin unstrapping the gear to set upon the table, then. ]

That's right—four extras in each. The blades are meant to be replaceable. [ As he does this, Eren explains. ] There's factory towns that make them, so what metals and quantities are used to produce any of it isn't public knowledge. They call the end result "ultrahardened steel", though.

[He nods as he searches for a screwdriver on the tool box. Hardened steel, that's pretty standard. But it's still pretty amazing.] That's a lot of weight...

[Once the gear is on the table, Dave takes a closer look at it, turning it around a couple of times with curiosity to learn the basic built - a very particular design, that's for sure.]

These are the compressed gas tanks... [He taps them with the screwdriver.] All those blades plus these? Man, your muscles must be made of hardened steel too.

[Hands that are obviously used to this quickly work the screwdriver to start separating the different parts of the gear... and he's rewarded with some water escaping from it. Eren gets a raised eyebrow directed at him - seriously?]

[ The remark simply gets a mildly amused 'heh'. It's true he's a pretty built guy, but he wouldn't go as far as to suggest that—a few others he knows, perhaps, that are without a doubt bigger and stronger than himself. But he's up there, at least. ]

It's meant to be as lightweight as possible, but it isn't entirely. You get used to it.

[ After years upon years of intense and extremely risky training, that is. That said, Eren watches the other boy get to work—carefully, like he isn't entirely sure what would happen once the gear is disassembled so much. Routine maintenance is definitely a thing, but he's never had to undo this much of the gear.

Eren blinks dumbly when the remains of water drops out, like he's not entirely sure how to explain why it's there. ]

... I thought it dried out.

[ Well, that explains some things. ]

Ah, right, this is lightweight for soldiers, how couldn't I see that.

[Teen soldiers aren't unheard of, but which each bit of information he hears about Eren, he gets an even more unpleasant idea of his military life. At least he'll survive here, he supposes.

When Dave hears that answer that comes with the blinking, he facepalms, internally feeling very bad for the poor gear.]

You are telling me that you didn't dry it out yourself after... whatever happened?

[NO KIDDING]

I thought I got it all. [ Eren shoots back, defensively. This... isn't exactly a problem he normally has to worry about. ] But I don't have the know-how to take apart this thing and put it back together again.

[ Obviously. This is why they're here. ]

All how? Did you least put it next to a fire or something?

[Not wanting to waste any more time and worried about the state of the gear inside, Dave hurries to start unscrewing the case, wincing when he finds water damage in the fan.]

This may have reached the shooters too... what happened exactly?

[Better check all the cases, including wire ones too. Water leakage is big possibility if... ah,, yes, there we go, lovely wet wire. Dave will put a piece of cloth around his hand before he starts taking out the wire and wrapping it around it.]

[ Ugh. Normally, damaged gear isn't a huge issue; with their line of work in mind, it's to be expected. The only problem now is that there's no replacements around to swap it out with, so for the first time, Eren finds himself frustrated that it had to be this screwed up at all.

With a long exhale, Eren cards a hand through his hair, the ever present scowl on his face deepening by a pinch. Really, he should be glad this is the worst damage that's come out of last month's mess, and yet... ]

In short? I was with a group of people, and then we got... [ He trails off, gesturing broadly, like he's having trouble pinning down the right word for his explanation. ] We appeared somewhere else entirely in the next instant—by some magic bullshit, I guess. That place ended up being in the middle of the sea. I still had my maneuvering gear on.

[ Many details are left out of this story, of course, but it explains the problem. ]

[It definitely does, the explanation works for Dave. He pauses in his wiring when he hears "magic bullshit" and he shakes his head, but he doesn't comment on it.]

If you stayed in the water for long then maybe the damage got done before your attempt of drying it out...

[In short, it doesn't sound like there was much Eren could've done, not without a true mechanic to take the gear to as soon as the accident happened. Dave finishes taking out the wire and uses a little flashlight to look inside the cases.]

I can fix it. I think. It's not going to be exactly fast with the tools I have but... yeah, it can be done.

[ Not surprising. Given the lack of large bodies of water where he's from, the gear likely isn't made to withstand getting submerged like it had. And as far as Eren knows, no one he was with during the Redgate fiasco were much of a mechanic, either—not that he was in much of a position to be worrying about his equipment then.

Only briefly does Eren eye the flashlight oddly before responding with a nod. ]

It doesn't have to be finished right now. I've got time.

Yeah, well, so do I. There isn't that much to do around here.

[He's surprised at how quiet things have been since he's arrived, considering they're supposed to be at war. His optimism is limited though - probably the calm before the storm.

Since this is gonna to take a while, he grabs a chair and sits before going back to the screwdriver. Enjoy watching your gear being disassembled to the smallest piece, Eren.]

Think so?

[ Eren asks dubiously, but he's not exactly a kid from modern times now stuck in backwater lands. He can't relate much to the sentiment.

Either way, he's watching. Eren has never seen the contraption disassembled this much, but after a few minutes, there's other things in the room that begin catching his attention. Technology of the future is beyond him, after all; there's an awful lot around he's yet to see before. ]

Usually I can't go a while without getting caught up in something.

[Funny part is, the gear doesn't even have that many parts, at least not in Dave's opinion. He's used way more for college projects. But it's still amazing for him, this gear is quite an advanced contraption for the technology Eren's world has. Leave it to the military to get things running.]

I haven't been here for long, so maybe I've just had good luck, I guess. [And that's one weird thought, because usually his luck is awful.] Are things usually more active then? [He turns to look at Eren to make that question, and notices his curiosity about the machines.] You can ask me about those, you know.

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this got super lost in my inbox, sorry!

np!

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