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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Golden Gear Date: May 21, 2014, 7:00 am
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Golden raised her eyebrow, not sure what to make of Star's
warning. She got slightly startled by the welcoming box, that
suddenly presented it's little welcoming ceremony. As the
balloons with the sign slowly floated upwards, Golden followed
it with her eyes for a moment before she opened her mouth to say
something, but closed it shortly after without actually saying
anything.
Once they stepped inside, Golden heard weird beeping coming from
various machines there. It was almost like they we're having a
conversation, though she had problems in locating the source for
every sound the machines we're making. Golden kept looking
around, trying to be ready to dodge any possible... "Thing" that
might happen. She yelped when something flew throught the air
and with closer inspection she realized that it was somekind of
metal bird. Golden's surroundings were both fascinating and a
little scary, though mostly because she had no idea what all the
machines were up to.
The sudden stop of sounds and noises the machines had been
making, made Golden even more nervous, but that was quickly
replaced with utter confusion with Haywire's geeting to them.
Golden had a amused look on her face when Hay warned them about
Rifts and... And falling plushies... The warning about snowfall
made Golden to take a look outside. Seeing how the sun was still
up and was keeping the normal, at least to this point, summer
day warm, Golden turned back to Haywire and said. "Ehh... Hi...
And thanks... For the warning i guess..." Golden was starting to
get suspicious about the falling plushies. Maybe they were
filled with rocks, or metal scrap. Why else would he warn them
about such a silly thing. "I'm Golden Gear and, well..." Golden
looked at Star, expecting her to take on the conversation from
there.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: May 21, 2014, 8:07 am
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Not really all that surprised these days by whatever the
welcoming box had for its greeting, Star just watched with an
easy smile as the balloons floated out of the box and into the
air, the 'Welcome to Tech Tock' sign lazily following behind the
rest. When it all had 'ended', Star lead the way inside the shop
and towards where all the machines had already begun to
communicate with each other--no doubt about Star and Golden.
"Haywire~, come out here?" she called out to the workshop,
knowing he was likely involved in some busy work of some
fashion. However, when Bubo was thrown off the top of the
hourglass, Star gasped before trotting over to pull him out from
behind the machine, followed by her gently cooing to him as she
held the mechanical bird close to her chest.
She carried the bird back over to Golden just as Haywire jogged
towards Golden, offering him a smile in greeting as he
forecasted the day's hazards. She then glanced to Golden when
she spoke in response before quickly picking up the cue that
Golden gave her as she kept the conversation going. "And I just
recently met her at a cafe; she was very generous by offering to
pay for a meal for me. She works as a miner--and is stretching
herself much too thin in my personal opinion--and when I started
talking about Tech Tock and how the only limit to what you can
create is imagination, she got really interested in coming here
to see. She hasn't been able to come up with anything she'd like
to see created, upgraded, or repaired, though... So I thought
maybe you could just show her around, see if there was anything
that piqued her interest--unless you could think of something
new yourself."
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: May 24, 2014, 11:52 am
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Bubo, wrapped in the comfort of Star's embrace, was beginning to
loosen up as introductions were made, though the metal bird did
seem to be going through a particularly nasty lock up as he
remained mostly stuck in his current position without the
ability to move entirely. The melt he could manage right then
was small movement of his head, which he of course took full
advantage of so as to give Star a small nuzzle in greeting.
Haywire beamed a somehow larger grin in Gear's direction after
both a name and a kindness was associated with her, "its a super
pleasure to meet you, Golden! Dunno what you're looking for or
what you'd want to see? Can't say in sure I have a lot of stuff
that can help when it comes to mining, though I suppose one or
two of my gadgets around here could be redone up to juggle its
functions. Course, unless you like to mine in your free time, I
guess that doesn't really help, huh? Hehe. What kinds of stuff
are you into? Or are you open to just finding something silly
and giving it a try just from hep fun it might be?
"I'd love to show her around the shop!" Hay said, this time
directing it to Star as he did an about face and trotted a few
steps away to stand next to his hourglass shaped... thing. "We
can even start right away! Just let me know if you think of
anything that might narrow down what were looking for, or if you
get any ideas. I love ideas! Anyway, let's start with this here
machine I whipped up over the last few days. Now, I'm not sure
yet, but I'm starting to get the sneaking suspicion that it may
have something to do with time. So, logically, it only makes
sense to assume that its a time machine." The goggled pony
claimed, placing a hoof onto the metal shell of the supposed
invention, "right now its not too impressive though as it can
only go in one direction - forward - and at only one exact speed
- one second per second - through time." He finished this with a
small giggle, showing that, no, even he knew it wasn't an actual
time machine and that he was just playing around with this one.
Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure what this particular
thingamabob was going to end up being. Maybe some kind of mixer?
The top discy dealy seemed to enjoy spinning. Maybe he should
attach some mixer doodads onto it...
"Hmm... What to show you... What about... Oh, you know, I did
pull something out of storage the other day that I was dusting
off to see what you thought of it, Star," Hay informed, him
glancing over his shoulder and towards the center of the room
where conspiratorial whispers were once again being exchanged,
"Maybe I could show both of you? It's kinda smaller than
everything else around the shop, so I hope you dont mind if I
don't wow you with something huge and incredible right away?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Golden Gear Date: May 30, 2014, 6:52 pm
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"Well i'm not literally a miner. I'm the pony who's job is to
keep the machinery running. I'm the mechanic there." Golden
explained to Haywire, before the stallion moved next to the
hourglass looking device that Golden was pretty sure caused that
metal bird to fly through the air earlier. Hay's description of
the hourglass made Golden slightly confused. The machine looked
different from a hourglass, but it was just an... ordinary
clock? She decided not to question it, since this Haywire was
supposed to be an inventor, and all these machines and their
insides were unknown to her, at least she assumed so.
This mysterious invention grabbed Golden's interest. She looked
at the inventor, waiting for him to lead them to the invention,
while answering to him. "Not at all." Golden waved her hoof
dismissively. "Sometimes the greatest things come in small
packages."
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: June 3, 2014, 12:39 am
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Nodding slightly, Star defaulted to listening to Haywire after
he agreed to show Golden around the shop, knowing now there
would be very little for her to do. As Haywire talked about the
machine beside him and how it was a "time machine", Star
continued to nuzzle and stroke the metallic bird she held
against her chest. A light smile played on her lips at Haywire's
final explanation of the hourglass, though she continued to
remain silent--at least until he mentioned there was something
he wanted to show her. Arching a brow, she glanced over to him
and gave a shrug as she said, "I don't think that'd be much of
an issue, Hay. You know you make some incredible things,
regardless of size. Lead the way, though; I'll gladly see what
it is you have to show us."
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: June 16, 2014, 10:14 pm
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"Okie doke!" said Hay, spinning on his hooves to begin a
lively trot towards the center of the room, "It's a bit of an
older toy of mine that never took off or ever really got past
being a simple prototype, but I still like to bring it out every
once in a long while whenever I feel inspiration to tinker with
it a bit or can remember where last I lost it."
Bubo, finally managing to return to being more than a statue
of metal with a mass of clicking and whirring insides, loosened
up enough to finally move his limbs, the mechanical avian
snuggling up against Star with a light coo then wriggling free
so as to flutter up and land on her right shoulder and start
examining the new mare with a curious eye. He gave a clicking
chirps hello as his inner workings continued to work through its
issues, a sudden extension of his right wing displaying his
current mild but annoying struggle to regain full control of
himself for all to see.
Leading them deeper into the workshop whose occupants of metal
and grease continued to growl and murmer in attempted hushed
tones - these failing to be very hushed in the slightest as
their creaking and grinding was probably loud enough for
somepony outside of the shop to pick up on - Hay weaved and
navigated past both fancy looking doodads and twisted piles of
junk until they arrived near the center of the main room for the
shop, a moderately large table situated next to a particularly
large and ruined... uh... metal suit? It wasn't clear anymore
exactly what that thing was/is/was meant to be, a chair of some
sort that was stuck into its middle being the only clue as to
what crazy idea Hay had managed to conjure up when he built it.
Whatever it might have once almost been the metal junk heap was
not what Hay had brought them here to see, it merely taking up
space and leaving a crescent of open space around the table as
well as being disregarded by the green stallion as he circled
around to the other side of the table across from the mares and
propped his front hooves up so as to lean forward towards them,
his muzzle hovering over the real invention he wanted them to
see.
resting on a triangular shaped base, flat on the bottom but
with hill like curves on each of its three ends that dipped back
down into a crater like center was a glass dome. Inside the dome
was a silver sphere set atop of a thin metal rod - it appearing
as if it had no right to be able to support the weight of the
ball - that was planted into the center of the base.
"Here we are!" Hay proudly clarified, Bubo fluttering up off
of Star's shoulder and elevating himself up to the same level as
the shoulder of the defunct metal pony thing so as to watch from
above, "This right here," a hoof tapped the glass of the device
as he spoke, "Is what I like to call the 'Thought Theate', or
just 'TT' for funsies. Its something I thought up when I was
bored one day and wondered what the average pony did for fun. I
figured that, in a pricey place like Canterlot, a lot of us are
just stuck with daydreaming and using our imaginations, right?
So what could I make that could make that even better?
"This!" the front hooves of the little inventor were held out
to again present the thingamabob he'd built to the others
ponies, "I wanted to make something that could let you watch
your daydreams and imaginary what have you! Here, I'll show
you."
And so he did, his hoof pressing against a button located on
the nearest end of the TT's base and, of course, mixed in among
a few other dials and dealies that may or may not have served a
function. At the press of the button, a tray ejected from bellow
the assortment of switches and twisty things that had an
indentation pressed into it resembling the shape of the average
ponies hoofprint, Haywire doing what it was obviously
instructing as he pressed his own lightly onto the tray. Almost
immediately Haywire felt the usual odd sensation of what felt
like a slight siphoning of heat from his leg, through his hoof,
and into the invention, it having been a funny feeling back when
he'd first been working on the Theater but quickly being
shrugged off by the inventor now that he expected it. As if the
heat he felt was leaving him was being used to heat the sphere
within the glass dome, the silver ball began to look less and
less solid, eventually changing from a clearly solid ball into
an odd looking rippling sphere, something one might see if a
skilled unicorn were to successfully levitate a small amount of
water without having it splash around and onto everything.
There the now evidently floating ball sat as if waiting for
something to tell it what to do next. Haywire, having been
waiting for this moment and actually showing a fair amount of
focus as he'd watched the sphere eventually liquify, then moved
on to the next step, his eyes finding their way upwards as he
stared up at the ceiling of his home and tried to conjure up a
detailed thought that he felt would serve well enough to show
off his whosawhatsit. a few seconds passed as he thought, his
tongue even being stuck out at one point as he focused, before
he started to become satisfied with his thoughts and started to
simultaneously pour mental effort into defining and pouring
detail into his blurry and wavy imaginary scene and watch the
liquid silver within the dome as it started to change.
Imitating what it was picking up on, the tray Hay's hoof was
pressed against grew warmer as the Theater got to work, the
silver liquid splashing down onto the glass keeping it contained
then swirling around as it processed what it was trying to do.
Settling down, it stopped its frantic wash of the dome after a
few energetic seconds and started to form a plain to serve as
its canvas, the liquid then splitting and moving around as it
formed shapes and figures that were glued down onto the plain as
if they were game pieces on a board.
The scene being organized was one of a party being held
outside if the tree was anything to go by. A table decorated
with sweet treats and set up by a fountain was currently being
raided by a small pony with goggles while others around him
talked and mingled. It didn't take too long for the stage to be
set - the Theater even going so far as to try and fine tune a
few things on its own such as adding small patches of what
looked like grass here and there, though they tended to dull out
after only a few moments due to it not being quite perfect - but
once it was ready it moved on to its most impressive feature.
Everything began to move.
The fountain sprayed silver water, the ponies speaking showed
body language, laughed and clapped, and the stallion with the
goggles munched happily on the candies and desserts available
for his enjoyment.
The detail on everything, like with the grass, wasn't quite
right, everything appearing slightly off like, for example, the
table cloth over the table not blowing in the same breeze that
the tree swayed to, but it sure was doing its best.
Hayewire glanced between his invention and the mares, eager to
hear what they thought.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Golden Gear Date: June 24, 2014, 10:03 am
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Golden looked at Star's direction when she heard the metal bird
from earlier chirping. She gave Bubo a small nod as greeting,
accompanied by a small grin when Bubo's mechanisms caused his
wings to have a mind of their own. Golden assumed that the bird
was okay, and didn't need any immediate care, judging from Hay
not really having a reaction to his little crash from earlier.
Star seemed to be worried though...
Golden eyed the machines and inventions surrounding them, making
strange noises, like they we're having a heated conversation
about something. She tried to shrug it off, but they still
managed to bug her. But even with that many things there looked
fascinating and Golden would have loved to get a look of their
mechanisms and inner workings.
Once they arrived to the room Hay spoke of, the first thing
Golden saw was the strange looking metal... armor... suit...
chair...? That must have been a piece of that modern art culture
Golden had heard of, scrap statues and "rainbow" paintings and
all that stuff. However, The small device got her full attention
when Hay indicated that it was the invention they were there to
see. After Hay gave them a short description, Golden gave him a
nod both as response that she understood the description and
that she was listening.
As Hay operated the Thought Theater, Golden's expression changed
from interested into fascinated, then into confused, then
slightly skeptical, before back to fascinated as the now liquid
orb began to form shapes and scenery inside the orb. That was
not the grand event though, as the figures inside the orb began
to move. Golden's mouth dropped open as the scene was playing
inside the orb. Her first reaction was to look at Hay, to
confirm that the inventor was indeed an earth pony like she had
seen him to be in the first place. Next she collected her
thought and closed her mouth, only to open it again and asked
"How...? did you...?" Golden never finished her sentence, before
shortly looking back at the sphere. She raised her hoof,
indicating that she was gonna say something, but instead turned
to look at Star, to see the reaction the other mare had.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: June 25, 2014, 8:49 am
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Star's gaze briefly turned over to the bird that flew onto her
shoulder and gave a quiet giggle as it chirped and struggled
with itself. Her gaze then moved past Bubo and to the various
inventions they passed, earning them a wary look from her as she
wondered what it was they might be plotting. She knew this was
something she'd have to get them to stop if she was to help get
Haywire's business off the ground... but she had no idea where
to start. There was the option of talking to Haywire, but there
presented the possibility of him not knowing what to do either,
or perhaps just not seeing it as big a problem as she did.
Having been exposed to most of what was already on display,
however, she didn't quite look around with any kind of awe or
intrigue. Instead, she simply followed Haywire into the middle
room where he kept this invention he was to show them, her brow
arched slightly when she realized she hadn't wandered into this
particular part of the shop before. Still, she pushed that out
of her mind and focused on the invention Haywire wanted to show
off, a look of mild confusion and interest worn on her face as
she tried to figure out what the contraption was for. The name
that was mentioned--Thought Theater--gave the impression that it
was to display one's thoughts and memories. She supposed she
wasn't all that far off when Haywire explained its purpose,
despite the fact that he said it was only for daydreams and
such.
When the stallion pressed his hoof to the tray, seemingly to
activate, Star watched with bated breath as she waited for some
kind of display, only to slowly exhale after a few moments of
nothing happening. She came close to clearing her throat and
speaking up to ask what was going on, but shortly before she
did, she noticed that the ball had actually turned into
something much less 'solid'. Intrigued, she raised a brow a bit
as she leaned slightly closer to the device, only to have that
intrigue multiply when she began to notice shapes forming in the
dome of the 'theater'. She wasn't as much captivated by the fact
that it was a scene being displayed--photographs served much of
the same purpose and were likely much more 'permanent'--what
really wowed her was the fact that she was looking at something
Haywire thought of. For all she knew, this could very well have
been one of his memories.
What made it all awe-inspiring for her in the end, though, was
when the whole thing began moving. She gasped quietly when the
ponies began to animate and various things in the scene began to
billow against the wind. Her jaw dropped as she examined every
little thing, her awe over the scene in front of her making her
care little for the 'mistakes' that were made. "Haywire, I told
you size didn't matter. This is... amazing. Beyond amazing. I've
never seen anything like this before in my life. Can you imagine
how fun this would be to watch? And how useful it would be,
especially in the hooves of a pony with an eidetic memory? In
fact... What if we used this somehow as a way to help generate
interest in the workshop? It would have to be patented first, of
course, but... What if we showcased this somewhere? You'd have
all of Canterlot a-buzz with talk of the Thought Theater. Maybe
this could even net you some sponsors and funding..." she
murmured in thought, then started walking.
She stepped around to the other side of the table, getting close
enough to Haywire that she accidentally brushed against him as
she examined the invention from this new perspective. "How does
it work? How do you make it show the scene like this? And is it
something the both of us could give a shot?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: June 27, 2014, 2:04 pm
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Hay beamed a nearly blindingly bright smile at the mares as his
invention left one seemingly speechless and the other with
apparently only good things to say about it. Giggling over
Golden's reaction, Hay listened to Star as she gave her opinion,
though her ideas about how popular the Theater could become and
how helpful it may prove to be in generating an interest in his
workshop weren't so likely in his opinion. This was due to how
when he'd first built the Theater he'd utterly failed to get
anypony's attention with it at all. There was a reason this was
the only one he'd ever built, and why it had never gone beyond a
prototype phase, even if that reason was just his own personal
failings when it came to business.
Regardless, Hay only kept his giddy smile strong as Star praised
his invention and every time he saw the look on Golden's face he
couldn't help another amused giggle. It wasn't until Star joined
him on his side of the table and brushed up against him did that
change, though it was only briefly. His smile stayed strong, as
was natural for the often happy pony, but his head lowered
slightly and his ears twitched as if about to pin back. His
giggling shifted to a quieter "hehe", and his free front hoof
found its way to his goggles where theyb adjusted their place
over his eyes unnecessarily while also partly obscuring his eyes
that shyly flicked between his invention and Star.
Mere seconds were needed to shake it off, Haywire bouncing back
from the brush when Star inquired as to how his invention
worked, Hay tapping the side of his head in thought, though the
scene in the dome appeared unaffected by his now divided
attention.
"Well... hmm... See... um... How to explain it... The gervo next
to the whirly dish takes the information that the tray's
oleptinode scans from the user then kick starts the bumper
brdges that then start too wash the sphere in the dome while the
pitapatter in the base and under the dome starts shooting off
its rays and..." this sounded like nonsense. Even Hay himself
knew it this time. How the Theater worked was extremely
difficult to put into words that would make sense to anypony,
even the pony who actually knew how it worked found the
explanation to be often times silly and nonsensical so...
"Uh... hehe... Maybe I can just dig up my notes I had on it and
we can check those out later for a better explanation. Maybe. As
to how to use it, all anypony would have to do is put their hoof
on this tray here then focus their minds on the scene they want
to see. Then, you take what you have in your head, and just put
it in the dome... Which might sound wierder than it is. All you
do is just imagine that what you see in your head is what you're
seeing with your eyes and focus on the silver in the glass. The
Theater does the rest. For example!" Hay focused back onto the
scene in the dome of his invention, more specifically the table
of treats the goggled pony was continuing to graze at. A few
seconds later, and everything on the table had been replaced
with pizza, the silver being used even attempting to emulate the
long and stringy cheese stretching between slices and the mouths
biting into them.
Hay was starting to become hungry... Unrelated to his invention,
yes, but a side affect of his current thinking about food that
was becoming slightly distracting...
"Oh, and one more thing," he began to add, thoughts of dancing
ice cream cones in his head being shaken out, "don't worry about
keeping up the scene in the dome by staring at it the entire
time. As long as you plant the scene in, my invention can keep
it going by itself until either you decide to change it yourself
or you take your hoof off of the tray. Wouldn't have been any
fun if you had to stare all intense at it the whole time instead
of watch and talk during it, right? There may be a few hiccups
if you neglect it for too long though since this is just a
prototype... That table might turn into a big pizza if I ignore
it..." ... though that may actually be kind of cool now that he
thought about it...
"As for giving it a shot, if you mean the both of you then of
course! if you mean more than one pony at once, then no,
unfortunately. There's only one tray on the prototype, so the
closest anypony could get to using it together to build a scene
would be if somepony first thought something up then the next
pony used recreated that same scene themselves but changed or
added something to it and they both kept taking turns like that.
"You both can definitely have turns though!" assured the
inventor, the little green stallion nearly bouncing on his
hooves in anticipation of what the mares could come up with
while using his invention, "In fact, I insist! Oh! Lets let our
guest go first!" the hoof that had been on the tray was removed,
the scene within the dome slowly flattening out while the silver
began to form into a puddle at the bottom of its container as
Hay spun the Theater around so as to allow the tray to be within
the reach of the mare Star had brought to the workshop, Hay
figuring it only polite to let their guest have the first go
since he and Star could mess around with it all day if they
wanted to.
"Oh, and one more thing. As I'm sure you noticed, the Theater
never reached a stage in its development to include sound and
color, so don't be surprised if you think up something really
loud or colorful and just get another quiet stage of silver.
Or... well it can kinda play sound if I mess with it for bit,
but it wasn't very good quality and came off as just annoying in
its current build." Hay added before again noticing how close
Star was and rubbing one of his front legs with his now free
hoof and giving another quiet and slightly nervous sounding
giggle.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Golden Gear Date: June 28, 2014, 4:51 pm
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Golden mostly remained quiet, listening Star and Hay discuss,
and Hay while he began to describe hot the Thought Theater
worked. Golden was able to pick bits and pieces of information
from there, but some of it sounded like Hay just made it up.
Golden gave nods to Hay as response as he gave a much more
understandable description on how the machine works. She also
got interested in giving the invention a try after seeing the
little pizza trick Hay did for the scene he had planted inside
the dome earlier and was already thinking on what she could
possibly try to visualize inside the orb.
Golden snapped out of her little "daydream" as Hay spun the
Theater around for her to try it first. She wiped her hoof on
her coat few times before placing it on the tray like Hay had
done earlier and began to think of an image to portray inside
the orb. Golden got slightly worried about the strange feel on
her hoof, but assumed the TT being safe and didn't pay it any
further thought. She was clearly struggling trying to make
something form inside the Theater, but after a while of trying
the silver liquid started to form into one simple shape, that
vaguely resembled a foal. Golden suddenly retracted her hoof
from the tray, pulling few deep breaths before giving Hay and
Star a sheepish look "Just a... cramp... That's it. I'll give it
another try..."
This time Golden changed her visual image completely. She placed
her hoof on the tray again, feeling the same feeling from
earlier. The shape of a foal changed completely into what looked
like a wrench. After the TT had finalized the single tool
currently inside the dome, the wrench began to make slight
changes to it's form, looking like a pickaxe for a moment before
changing into something that looked like a logging axe. Golden
took her hoof away from the tray and looked at the ponies on the
other side of the table. "Looks pretty good." She said, looking
back at the Theater.
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