DIR Return Create A Forum - Home
---------------------------------------------------------
Roleplaying is Magic
HTML https://rpismagic.createaforum.com
---------------------------------------------------------
*****************************************************
DIR Return to: Canterlot
*****************************************************
#Post#: 30--------------------------------------------------
Bleep Bloop
By: Haywire Date: October 17, 2013, 12:33 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
"Thermo-dermo-hexagonalmajig..." a small green stallion read off
of his clipboard, a small smile of excitement on his face as he
walked a slow circle around the wide, flat and round thing he'd
built, it taking up half the street outside his workshop and
giving off all kinds of noises, "... Check. Special
spyro-gyro..." There was a pop and harsh whistle from within the
large machine a few small bits of metal being spit out of a
steaming panel on the side eliciting a brief raised brow from
the pony, "... Yeah, probably a check with that one. Okay, give
me a shout of you feel this." He told the machine, almost
pausing for a sound of confirmation and affirmation of its
readiness before kicking it in a hollowish sounding section
right next to a trio of steps leading up onto its circular
surface, several small blinky lights turning on onboard the
control panel set next to the smallest of flights of stairs.
There was a whirring, then a sputtering, a small exhale of smoke
being expelled out through the four vents set evenly around the
rough bumpy and brass sides of the thick disc and finally an odd
quieting down that seemed to be a sign of the things deciding to
quit being so disruptive to the few neighbors that dared to
still work or live so close to the inventors own workshop. Said
inventor first frowned, the idea of his invention actually being
quiet as opposed to constantly screeching in a way that
suggested a declaration of hostilities being slightly more
concerning to him.
"... What are you up too...?" He wondered, eyeing the machine
with suspicion and trying to see through its game that it surely
played, his machine trying to act innocent by simply sitting
there and even going so far as to begin casually whistling a
bit. Narrowing his eyes behind his orange goggles and taking a
moment to scratch his Brown and short messy mane, he pondered
whether or not his physical attempt to gently ascertain the
condition and well being of his most recent invention was taken
the wrong way, it having been done out of love of course. He and
his lifty machine would need to have a long talk once this test
was over. They always end so well. Usually with him doing the
talking and it playing the quiet game.
Frowning apologetically for a moment before losing the look as
it was replaced with a grin, the inventor hopped over to the
control panel, clipboard flying free from his hooves as it was
tossed aside, the last few boxes left unchecked with a very
hastily written "Eh, probably fine." written next to them.
Pressing a number of buttons, pulling a number of levers,
pausing to laugh in a way that would possibly concern any
passersby who were either brave enough or didn't know better
than to wander so close to the workshop during this stage of the
stallions work, he punched in his commands... Then punched them
all in again as his machine ignored his first attempt to issue
orders. Finishing this one off with a roll of his goggled eyes
and addition of "please" he was granted permission by the
machine to use the machine, a smaller control panel rising from
the centre of the disk after having an equally small section of
the platform slide back.
'That's a lot of dark steam' was one of the many many many
thoughts going through the green ponies mind as he saw the
billowing cloud of possible smoke rise along with the smaller
control panel. Probably fine. Ignoring the small doubter
hitching a ride in his brain and trying to ruin his fun by
talking about not testing his machine and instead inspect it for
a whole few more minutes, the cautionary words fell on deaf
currently pressed against the sides of his head to try and shut
out the sudden high pitched screeching of his machine ears.
Reaching the next control panel with a leap over the steps that
planted him in the center of the platform, he wasted little time
in almost rushing through trying to operate the controls to try
and raise it, the lack of oxygen withing the cloud of now
definitely smoke doing little to deter the stallion as he
apparently forgot his need for air at the moment.
With the added sound of gears and hydraulics, the platform rose
upwards several feet, the machine performing its simple yet so
complicated duty and seemingly passing its test, smoke,
screeching, slightly concerning shaking or no. Those weren't
important, what was important to the pony, now laughing quit
happily as he raised and lowered the platform over and over, was
that it was at least doing what he'd designed it too.
Curious as to how far he can push his machine at this stage, the
inventor did the, of course, logical thing and decided to try
and go all the way for funsies and science. Grabbing hold of the
controls and pushing the stick used to both ascend and descend
forward with gusto, the platform carried him up nearly to the
full height of his smallish workshop nearby before stopping dead
and going quiet, a dying whistle being its farewell as it fell
into a machines equivalent of unconsciousness.
Being up in the air now, blinking in surprise and confusion as
he poked his sooty head out of the thinning cloud of smoke,
seemingly having found some way to breath with no trouble while
inside it, the inventor just kind of looked around for a bit,
his brain having fizzled put along with his machines willingness
to cooperate.
"Oh..." He eventually said aloud, stepping away from his
controls and towards the edge of the platform, "... Kay..."
Believing his earlier idea of adding a flexible ladder to the
platform in case this exact thing happened May not have been so
unimportant, the pony sat down, looking over the edge of the
platform and wondering if he happened to have anything on him
that he could use to try and hit the power button on the larger
control panel below in an attempt to reset the machine and bring
it back to life. The pony scratched just beneath his goggles
then wiped some dirty sweat from his brow. He had... Nothing...
... He was probably going to be here a while...
#Post#: 39--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bleep Bloop
By: Clarity Date: October 18, 2013, 12:55 am
---------------------------------------------------------
Clarity sees the smoke rising from a far way off. Well now, she
thinks. Where there's smoke, there's fire. And where there's
fire...hot firestallions...
With this thought progression, she makes her way toward the
source of it quickly. When she reaches the nearest corner, she
stops and takes a deep breath, using her hooves to check her
immaculate mane and earrings before stepping out into the
street, exaggerating the sway of her hips as an obvious
advertisement of her single status.
Upon finding no hot firestallions on site, she lets out a huff
and looks up in annoyance at her perceived predicament, just
catching sight of the green stallion up at the top of the
strange contraption. He looks a bit grimy, peeking over the
edge. She never did care for eyewear, either, though the orange
she thinks goes well with his coat color. "...Helllloooooooo!"
she calls up to him, a grin on her face.
#Post#: 43--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bleep Bloop
By: Haywire Date: October 18, 2013, 7:48 am
---------------------------------------------------------
Maybe... if he could find a way to tear out one of those
pointless extra small gears near the base of the smaller control
panel, he could drop it just right to hit the correct button...
The gear in question wasn't important after all, just there as a
small part of a safety thing, it meant to only keep the platform
he was on from suddenly falling and crashing onto the base of
the lifty machine should there be a problem. Removing it would
probably, if he was careful, just cause the platform to lowe-
"Hi!" Haywire returned the young ponys greeting with a wave and
big friendly smile, his thoughts derailing harder than the
miniature train he'd built when he wondered if mice could be
trained to operate them at the idea of meeting somepony new,
"Good," the inventor turned his head to look up at the sky for a
moment, staring directly at the sun before turning back, eyes
now a bit squinted behind his goggles, "afternoon-ish! What
brings you so far into the 'danger zone'?" He asked, air quoting
the last two words with his hooves as he rolled his eyes, the
neighbors having gone a bit far with the little description he
thought. Most things weren't in danger here as long as they
simply took the time to learn how to take an explosion or two.
#Post#: 58--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bleep Bloop
By: Clarity Date: October 20, 2013, 1:07 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
"'Danger Zone'?" Clarity asks, confused at the name. She looks
around at the deserted street, finally noticing the largely
vacant houses surrounding the building that the platform stands
in front of. "Am I in danger?" A thought occurs to her and she
grins again. She reaches up and musses her hair, then lies on
the ground helplessly. "Oh no!" she cries out, putting her hoof
to her forehead. "If only some strong, brave stallion would
come out here and save this poor, beautiful maiden in her hour
of plight! I'm sure she would be all too grateful!" She looks
around to see if anypony hears and comes to her aid.
#Post#: 61--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bleep Bloop
By: Haywire Date: October 20, 2013, 8:07 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
"Umm..." Haywire hummed, looking down at the machine he stood on
and giving it a moment to decide if it wanted to speak up and
answer the other ponies question. It remained silent. Possibly
wanting to save that information so as to suprise them both
later.
"... I don't think so... Nah, it seems fine right now. That name
was just the neighbors being both over dramatic and completely
accurate once. Are you... Okay...?" The inventor asked when the
filly below started her act, her apparently unaware of the "when
the inventor works, we run" joke/insult/legitimate rule that the
brave souls nearby followed.
"Oh! Actually, could you help me out?" He called down, growing a
bit excited at the idea of some assistance, "you wouldn't happen
to have anything small but heavy enough for me to drop on a
button from up here to get me down would you? Like a small pouch
you could fill with stones? I don't have anything up here to
use, and I have to reach that control panel down there." He
pointed towards said control panel, it being in ground level and
almost laughing at him from its safe place beneath him and out
of his reach.
#Post#: 63--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bleep Bloop
By: Clarity Date: October 20, 2013, 9:01 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Clarity lets out a disgruntled sigh when nopony comes to rescue
the damsel in distress. "Yeah, I'm alright," she says, sitting
back up. She puts a hoof to her mane, realizing that she'd
messed it up for nothing. She works at it for a couple moments,
getting it back into a semblance of the style it was in before.
"...Hm? Oh, right. Um..." She looks around for something to
throw to him. She could pry loose one of the cobbles from the
road, she supposes. Probably more valuable things go missing
all the time. But naw.
"I don't have anything with me, but- Oh! Maybe you could drop
me! I'll be up in a sec!" She eyes the platform. A bit too
narrow of a target. Her eyes wander to the nearby workshop. A
bit taller than the platform itself, but much easier to aim for.
She waggles her rump in the air like a cat about to pounce,
then bunches her hind legs and takes a leap, flying onto the
gently sloped roof. With a slight stumble, she corrects her
hoofing and then leaps once more down onto the platform. "Okay.
What am I aiming for?" she asks with a grin.
#Post#: 64--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bleep Bloop
By: Haywire Date: October 20, 2013, 9:40 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Haywire kept a happy grin as he watched the filly climb up to
him, glad to see her willingness to help him out. Once she was
up on the platform with him, a slight creaky noise coming from
the shaft holding it up in protest to how it was now supporting
two ponies, the inventor layer down on his stomach so as to
safely be able to dangle one of his front legs over the edge of
the platform and point to the control panel below.
"See that red button?" He asked, his hoof guiding eyes towards
what was exactly thirty two different small red buttons all
bunched together in what appeared to be, from where they were,
one single mass that screamed to be pressed repeatedly until an
arm from the sky gestured to calm down, "its the one in the
middle and to the... left a bit... I think." His grin wavered
slightly as he tried to remember if his incredibly vague
instructions were right, only to come back in full force as he
gave a nod to the filly as if to confirm what he'd just said was
absolutely correct in every way. It had to be.
#Post#: 66--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bleep Bloop
By: Clarity Date: October 20, 2013, 9:55 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
"You got it!" Clarity climbs to the edge of the platform and
looks down to where Haywire points. "Hm...angle a little
bit...hoof down just so...here goes!" She steps back a little
bit, then turns around and dangles herself off the platform.
"Wish me lu-...wait, why don't I-" Her grip on the platform
slips and she falls down with a quiet shriek. She has no time
to correct herself in the air and she lands rump-first on the
cluster of red buttons, pushing all of them before falling
forward and banging her knees on the ground. "Ouch!" she cries,
rubbing her flank. "My beautiful butt!"
#Post#: 68--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bleep Bloop
By: Haywire Date: October 20, 2013, 10:32 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
"Oh my gosh!" Haywire nearly shouted down, only just now
realizing that having a filly drop herself off a platform to
press a button could possibly lead to someone getting hurt if
done wrong. His focus went from the filly to his machine once
he'd notice that it had come back to life, the entire thing
beginning to shake after having all its buttons pressed on too
many times. The platform lowered slightly then raised back to
where it had been, repeating this several times as the control
panel below began to light up and make a variety of bloopy
noises. The smoke that earlier engulfed the smaller control
panel up on the platform with inventor began to again cloud the
air. Haywire tried to stand up to prevent himself from rolling
off the platform as it started to tilt to the sides a bit, it
not having ever been meant to do that and causing the green
stallion to wish he'd had his clipboard. With a stumble
backwards then forward, Hay found himself suddenly falling,
catching himself on the edge with his front hooves and hanging
on tight. Turning his head enough to see over his shoulder and
down towards the control panel below, he waited for whatever
would come, him gritting his teeth in preparation for the
somewhat familiar feeling of being exploded.
What came was the machine stopping its tantrum, then having a
tiny section of the control panel slide back just above the
pressed buttons, a small card reading "boom" being presented and
left there for any to take.
"Huh," Haywire began, doing his best to climb back up and regain
his balance, "... Was wondering why I put that in there...
Now... What happ- oh! Your butt!" He remembered, spinning around
and looking down at the filly in the street, "Is your butt
okay?" The inventor called down, just before the platform
decided to tilt again, this time far enough for the green
stallion to slide off and then through the front window of his
workshop, knocking over who knows how many things on the way.
#Post#: 69--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bleep Bloop
By: Clarity Date: October 21, 2013, 12:05 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
Clarity ducks and covers her head with her hooves while the
machine throws its fit, sure that she's going to lose herself
here and never have the chance for somepony to come to her
rescue like in all those great romance novels she'd read to
Clair. Or maybe she'd get to go to the hospital and play the
pity card for a cute stallion. It's more her style to act
helpless rather than injured, but...
It takes her a moment to realize that the convulsions have
stopped. She raises her head with a flip of her hair and looks
at the control panel. "'Boom'...?" she says, confused, taking
the card. She flips it over and examines it, then shrugs,
tossing her glorious locks again. "Hm? Oh, my butt's fine.
Just a little tender. What about-" She looks up and sees him
falling through his window. "Hey!" she yells, then charges
through the door to his workshop.
*****************************************************
DIR Next Page