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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: September 16, 2014, 6:47 am
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Star offered her usual gentle smile when it was announced that
Bubo was alright, then waved her hoof back in greeting when he
tried to move his wing at her. The conversation was soon turned
to her, about how she was feeling after they rested, causing her
to nod slightly in acknowledgement. "Yeah, I feel better. Pretty
well rested I suppose, even though my body does feel a little...
stiff. I get the feeling we slept for... a very numerous amount
of hours." Her ears perked then, the noises of what she knew as
the welcoming box catching her attention before causing her to
look over to the doorway. The knock at the front then confirmed
that for her, resulting in her lifting herself up from the
ground just a little bit with her wings.
"A visitor already! Today's really going to be a good day! I'll
see to them, if you'd like to help Bubo a little while longer,"
she offered, before flying over what she could to reach the
doorway. Once there, she lighted herself on the ground as she
opened the door, greeting the pony on the other side with an
easy, relaxed smile and a, "Welcome to Tech Tock, where the only
limit to creation is your imagination! Come in--I'm Star! How
can we help you, miss...?" Star urged, hoping to catch the
pony's name as she gestured inside with a hoof.
#Post#: 3492--------------------------------------------------
Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 16, 2014, 10:43 am
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Perk of ears regained and mood brightened, Hay was plenty happy
to hear that Start was feeling better albeit a touch stiff, his
short tail swishing a bit almost akin to a puppy happily wagging
its tail before his ears swiveled towards the sound of his
welcome box popping off outside his shops front door. Another
visitor? And this one hadn't been invited by Star! Hay had to
agree with the mare, that day was indeed already looking pretty
good! Hay gave Star a nod and grin as she left to greet the
visitor then returned his attention to Bubo. Noting how the
metal bird was capable of remaining balanced on his own at this
point, Hay was no longer required to use his hoof to keep his
small winged friend steady, but he did not head off to meet the
pony at the door right away. With Star already off to meet them,
Hay figured now would probably be a good time to run to the
bathroom real quick to take care of his teeth as he figured
morning breath wouldn't be very fun for the visiting pony to
experience. So, after helping Bubo up onto his back to keep an
eye on him as he continued to recover from his lock up, Hay
hurried off for the bathroom and got to work on cleaning his
teeth, his excitement over having a pony come to his workshop
causing him to rush some as he wished to get it done quickly and
go meet them himself as soon as possible.
#Post#: 3496--------------------------------------------------
Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Clarity Date: September 16, 2014, 3:16 pm
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Clarity smiles and bats her eyes as the door swings open, ready
to give the green pony behind it her jocular greeting again. It
sure was funny, wasn't it? Except that the pony behind the door
isn't the one she was expecting. Indeed, looking at the level
where she expected to see those orange goggles, she was instead
treated a smooth white neck. That can't be right. Clarity's
smile transfers from her eyes to just her mouth as she begins to
take a step back to inspect this newcom-
No, she doesn't want to appear rude. After all, she's already
been invited in. So instead she meets the (rather tall) mare's
eyes and gives her a nod. "Mirror. Clarity Mirror, Miss Star.
Delighted to make your acquaintance, I'm sure," she intones as
she walks in, head held high. What is this mare doing here? Is
she some kind of new staff here? This place didn't really seem
to Clarity like the kind of place that would need, get, or be
able to retain employees for any length of time, but from the
way she'd been welcomed she doesn't really think Star's a casual
visitor at the moment, either. Either way, Hay isn't
immediately visible, so maybe she knows where he is.
"Would you happen to know where Haywire is, Miss Star?" she asks
while feigning interest in some gizmo or other that looked like
two elementary school art projects had slain each other trying
to kill the other one. And any other number of gadgets, all
while sneaking glances at the tall mare in a way she hopes isn't
too obvious. "There is something I would like to discuss with
him, if he is so inclined." The first thing to strike her is
Star's coloring. Pure white coat, with three-hue mane and tail
that go so well together it looks practically planned.
Once she's gotten past what caught her attention first, she has
to become slightly more obvious about it to discern Star's
figure. First off, she's tall. So tall. And she looks even
taller because of how slender she is. Combined with her
coloring, she puts Clarity in mind of some kind of fancy
dessert. All in all, a rather elegant package. She hasn't even
seen her wings unfolded yet. All in all...she finds her eyes
furrowing. This can't be right. She came to Haywire's
workshop. The little green pony who's always covered in oil and
gives the impression he doesn't know what a comb is.
And she feels like she isn't the most beautiful pony in the
room.
This...this is ridiculous! Why, she'd even considered coming
here for the express purpose of feeling more beautiful by
comparison! And sure, Hay was fun and zany and all, but Star!
Right there in the same place is somepony so slender and
delicate that she finds herself wishing she'd worn something
more elaborate to help conceal her little pudge that she's doing
her best to hide now, and tall enough that she's unconsciously
straining for every last inch of height she can muster.
But the worst part? It looks like Star isn't even trying. At
the moment she greeted her at the door, her smile was so
genuine, so relaxed that even the idea of keeping her appearance
as elegant as it is seems like something that would probably be
alien to her. Meanwhile Clarity, though certainly no pushover
herself in terms of attractiveness, feels like she'd have to
come up with an outfit specifically designed to outclass her if
she even wanted to compete.
Still. She shouldn't jump to any conclusions. The most
important detail she can think of to keep calm? The fact that
there's no protuberance coming from Star's head. A horn would
practically clinch her negative impression of Star. In fact,
without it, maybe she could turn her opinion positive. The most
elegant Unicorns Clarity has met have been nigh-unapproachable.
It's like they think they own the place or something. But
Pegasi? Sure, most of them around here were pretentious and
conceited, but that seemed mostly to be a symptom of living
around the haughty Unicorns and they are (in her experience)
actually easier to befriend than usual.
So, she should probably stop giving her the evil eye. Clarity
corrects her composure with a couple deep breaths and a slight
jangle of her coin purse. She had come here for a reason, after
all. "And I must say, I find your coiffure to be most pleasing
to the eye. Tell me, are your colors natural or a rather
impressive artifice?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Star Catcher Date: September 16, 2014, 7:22 pm
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Much less concerned with beauty than Clarity was, Star continued
with her smile, stepping back when the mare in front of her
walked inside the shop. "Yes, I'm pleased to meet you, miss
Mirror," Star responded before perking her ears up when she was
asked where Haywire was. "I do; he's in the back here, near the
bedroom, taking care of Bubo after a nasty lock-up... This way,"
she said with a gentle toss of her head, unintentionally
flipping her mane at the same time as she turned and lead the
way back. The mare seemed to know Haywire already--from what, or
where, she couldn't say, but she looked like she was surprised
to see Star.
Not to mention, she looked like she was giving Star some kind
of... nasty look. Star couldn't say for sure why, as she'd not
really done anything to warrant it, but she did notice. She
shrugged it off though, her not considering it to be a big
enough deal to pay any attention to yet. Then, her ears perked
when Clarity spoke again and she looked over to her with a smile
of thanks as she reached a hoof up to her mane, her large wings
spreading out to keep her afloat and moving forward as her hoof
left the ground. She was, of course, careful not to bap Clarity
with her wings as she did. "It's natural! I'm not really sure
why, either; the only mane color either of my parents had was
this blue here... Same thing for the markings," she said,
brushing her mane a bit to the side to help better reveal the
purple sweeping pattern above her slanted eyes. "They just kind
of... appeared. That sounds strange, I know, and likely a little
silly."
She followed this with a shrug however, and returned to the
ground moments before they reached the back of the shop where
Star looked around for a moment, attempting to find Haywire to
no avail. So, she decided to do the next best thing. "Haywire!"
she called out, knowing he had to be somewhere nearby. "There's
a miss Clarity Mirror here to see you."
#Post#: 3501--------------------------------------------------
Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 17, 2014, 12:19 am
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Hay could never decide if he enjoyed the taste of toothpaste.
Some days it was pleasantly minty fresh to the point where it
was a fun experience going about his daily oral hygiene, but on
other days it just came off as kinda bleck and overly intense.
Today was... He paused his brushing to test the flavor of the
paste, Bubo nearly toppling over the side of the sink and to the
floor below after testing out a wing but hastily righting his
balance once again. Hmm... Hay supposed it was mostly the former
today? Just the right amount on the brush, or whatever it was
that determined his tolerance, leaving his teeth clean, shiny
and white and eliciting a refreshed sigh once it he finished
brushing. He shined himself a gleaming smile in his mirror then
lifted a hoof without looking to help catch Bubo from his most
recent tumble and situate the bird back onto his back.
"Much better," he told himself, satisfied with his work and
feeling nice and ready to greet the visitor at his door. Or
maybe they were further inside the workshop now if how far away
Star sounded was any clue. Hay's ears swiveled at the mare's
call and he spun on his hooves to trot on out the door, a lively
bounce in his step as he exited the bathroom and then re-entered
the main room of his workshop. He immediately felt a grin spread
across his face when he finally had a chance to see who had come
to see him, Haywire's lack of any reason to know of her more
vain reasons causing him to simply recognize a friend straight
away and half bounce his way forward to greet her.
"Hi, Clarity!" and greet he did, cheerfully and with bright and
happy eyes tinted orange behind his goggles, "Welcome back to my
shop! What's up? Here to check out some gadgets, or do you have
another party coming up that you would like some help with? That
would be fun! I've had this idea for a giant mechanized party
popper capable of blasting an entire party's worth of ponies
with streamers and the like but haven't had an opportunity to
test it out yet."
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Clarity Date: September 17, 2014, 2:39 am
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So it is natural. One more thing that she didn't have to work
for. Probably naturally skinny, too. And how was Clarity
supposed to compete with her in any of those regards? She
means, desserts are so delicious! How can she possibly avoid
them? And then Star brushes her mane aside, revealing a set of
marks underneath that. Seriously? Well...she could get a
better one, but...that would...wait, they just appeared one day?
"Silly is one word for it, yes," she replies, choosing her
words carefully. Unreal is another one. Seriously, when has
she ever heard of anypony just getting random marks somewhere
other than their flanks? Especially ones that seem as
well-arranged as those. She certainly hasn't, and she'd be
inclined to disbelieve Star if her delivery of the line had been
any different.
Geez, even her walk was elegant and flowing. Not that she
expected differently, but it would be nice if Star had the
decency to be just a little ungainly in her locomotion. Not
even her transition between walking and flying was in the least
bit clumsy, and even looked like she'd modified it so that she
wouldn't hit Clarity. And it all looked effortless. Thank
goodness Hay came before she had to keep making small talk with
that mare. Sure, she could probably go on for hours detailing
every single thing she thought was exceptional about her
appearance and bearing, but before long she might start sounding
sarcastic or ill-willed. Might start being that way, too.
She's much more accustomed to receiving compliments than
dispensing them, after all.
Haywire's grin immediately helps to put Clarity at ease, her
posture relaxing and her gut stopping being sucked in quite so
much. "Hey, Hay," she greets with a slight giggle and bounce of
her own, glad to get that absolute pinnacle of humor out of her
mouth. It's also so gratifying the way he greets her, like just
seeing her again makes him happy. And maybe it does. That's
not a thought she's averse to. Her high society tone drops as
well when she answers his questions. "Well, I'm not sure it's
anything you'd have made already, but I'm kinda hoping th- wait,
did you say giant party popper? An entire party's worth?"
Given how large she likes her parties, that would be an
impressive feat indeed. "Just how big would that have to be?
And where would we get all those ribbons?" Her eyes glaze over
for a bit as she imagines pulling a string out of a little
popper, then having confetti and ribbons fly out until the
entire school gymnasium floor was covered. That *would* be
worth it!
But...there aren't any parties planned in the near future (maybe
she could pull some strings, hehe), except the one she came to
ask about, and that's a little...small-scale for something as
big as that popper. She imagines the same scenario, but this
time the blast filling her living room instead, burying
everypony beneath it until everypony swims up to the surface.
She giggles again. T-Mom would have a fit for sure. She
punctuates her laughter with a whick of her tail, whipping a
nearby machine that looks sort of like an oven, but...not really
at all like an oven, but it has lots of blinking lights, that's
for sure. "Oh, sor-" she starts before catching herself.
What's she apologizing for? It's just a machiney thing.
"Anyway, sorry, but no, I don't really have need of that party
popper yet." Her eyes refocus on the begoggled inventor in
front of her. "I'll keep it in mind, though, sounds big. No,
I'm actually looking to see if, um...Do you remember Clair?
White mane, grey coat? You met him under the treat table at
that last party?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 18, 2014, 2:04 am
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"Yuh huh!" Hay replies as Clarity reacts to his idea of a crazy
new party popper thing only to repeat the same answer a second
time when she asked about the amount of pop the popper would
promise.
"I was thinking I would try to squeeze everything down as small
as I could for convenience, of course," he went on to start
answering Clarity's questions as her eyes seemed to become a bit
distant, Hay's hooves moving this way and that to help express
what he was talking about as his goggles seem to take on a
bright new gleam, "but the trick there is figuring out how in
the world to smush all the confetti and ribbons and stuff into a
little popper - currently planned to use a shriekware casing,
though I've heard good things about coppelum micro plating -
while still finding a way to make sure that it doesn't get
packed super tight to where it doesn't pop in the hoof like a
colorful and less dangerous fire cracker, and even then I need
to think of how to make sure the pop pops in the direction the
popper's pony wants it to. The prototypes have been all over the
place so far!
"As for where we get all the stuff for shoving into the popper,
that has to do more with its hyperjam condenser and interdime-"
Hay begins only for Clarity to accidentally swat a machine with
her tail, earning herself a growl and sudden puff of steam to
lightly whistle out of a vent in its side as its blinky lights
bleeped and blooped as though it was preparing to give her a
piece of its mind for being so clumsy. Haywire noticed Star move
further away from the machine after Clarity's swat, the mare
moving much closer to him almost to the point of managing to
brush against him as she tossed a few nervous glances towards
the suddenly disgruntled machine, this earning a blush from Hay
over her close proximity and causing his excitement from... the
other day? Earlier? Whenever it was when they'd fallen asleep to
return. Bubo, finally free from his lock up, hopped from Hay's
back up to Star's then took off into the air and dropped himself
down onto the machine with a small clunk, hushing the invention
up before it could get started and then tweeting a hello to
Clarity.
"C-Clair?" Haywire echoed as he thought back to the party he'd
helped Clarity pull off, needing a moment to prevent a slight
stutter in his speech before remembering the table of treats
with no trouble whatsoever as he wondered if Clarity knew of the
recipe for those B.2s he'd enjoyed. Maybe if she didn't she'd at
least have an idea as to who had brought them to the party?
Hay's brain was becoming full of thoughts revolving around
peanut butter bars as they danced about in his mind... Anyway,
it takes a few seconds of trying to pry his thoughts away from
sweets for him to recall the pony she'd mentioned, Haywire then
giving a nod back to the young mare.
"Yeah, I remember. Played around for a little bit before he fell
asleep. I think he's part of your family, right?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Clarity Date: September 18, 2014, 6:56 pm
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Haywire's technospeak flies right over Clarity's head, almost
making a whooshing noise with how she missed its meaning and
almost it entirely, focused instead on what she imagined it
might turn out to be. Party poppers that big would just be a
recipe for disaster...what a delightful thought. She'd store
that in the back of her mind for later. There are a few ponies
she could stand to have a little more..."pop" in their lives...
The machine's outburst goes largely unnoticed by Clarity, just
assuming that it was just something that machine is supposed to
do from time to time. The mechanical bird got her attention,
though, when it tweets its greeting at her. She grins and gives
it a little wave. "Hey, Bibble, how are you?" Oddly
coincidental that the extra noise from the not-oven stopped when
it landed...
Oh well. She shrugs and turns back to Hay. "Yeah, he's my twin
brother. The resemblance is uncanny, isn't it?" she asks
playfully, making herself look as small as she could and trying
to adopt his unfocused eyes, with little success. Whatever, she
thinks as she straightens back out with a flip of her mane.
"After your little...conversation, he's half-convinced you're
more than a little touched in the head." A bit of a smirk plays
onto her face. She wouldn't be too surprised herself, given the
way he keeps a machine around that simply spits fire every once
in a while. "Regardless of whether that's true or not, I'm
coming mostly for him.
"You see, it's...well, it's getting close to our birthday.
Birthdays mean parties, and parties mean presents, and..." She
sighs and blushes, rubbing at her right forehoof with her left,
turning her eyes slightly. It feels so strange to admit her
shortcomings. "I...don't have such a great track record with
getting them for him. I mean, last year I got him a paintbrush,
which would have been fine if he used brushes, but he only ever
paints with his hooves, and he still holds it while he's
painting, and he likes everything I get him, but I want his
present to be really special, and..." She cuts her speeding
train of thought off and clears her throat. Enough rambling.
Get to the point.
"A-anyway. I'm sure you thought it a little weird-" Haywire
finding things weird? Bad choice of words. "You noticed that
he didn't talk. That wasn't a choice, he just..." Even after
all these years, talking about Clair's...uniqueness...is
uncomfortable for her. Should she really be talking about this
in front of Star? Her gaze flicks over in the other mare's
direction for a moment. Well, she's already said enough that it
could probably be inferred, and if she asks to have her leave or
let her talk to Hay in private, that would just be confirming
things. "...can't. Which is fine, most of the time, because,
well, he doesn't get out much, but there can't always be
somepony with him that he knows, and not everypony knows Morse,
and...Could you maybe make something that could...let him talk?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Haywire Date: September 19, 2014, 6:25 pm
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Clarity's apparent nickname for Bubo caused Hay to give the bird
a brief but curious raise of his eyebrow, Hay wishing to learn
when the two had had time to get to know each other well enough
to work out such a thing. Oh! Did that mean Bubo had been going
out without him knowing? That's great actually! Hay didn't ever
try to make Bubo feel as if he was trapped in the workshop, and
the idea of the mechanical bird going outside to stretch his
wings and say hi to friends was a wonderful one! even if it did
make Hay a little bit worried,mostly because of how shy he knew
Bubo was when outside and how he suffered from his random
hiccups. Still good though, or would have been at least if it
had been true. Which it of course wasn't.
Bubo only gave a slight tilt of his head in confusion at being
called Bibble as he figured Clarity would have figured out last
time she was around that it wasn't his name, Bubo giving a shrug
of his wings to Hay when he noticed his raised brow in an
attempt to defuse any silly thoughts running through his head at
the time.
Clarity's attempt to imitate her brother's appearance earned a
patient blink from Hay as he kept up his smile, as did her
mention of Clair's opinion of him after their last meeting, Hay
not quite understanding what she meant by being touched in the
head as he just felt the colt had just wanted to play due to his
random sentences and names he'd tapped out and what not. He gave
Star a quick glance to see if she knew what exactly Clarity had
meant by it but only succeeded in again reminding himself how
close she was to him and bringing another light blush to his
cheeks followed by a turning away of his attention back to
Clarity.
Aha! Hay felt his grin return at the mention of upcoming
birthday recaptured his full brain focus. Maybe he'd have a
chance to test out that new party popper design after all! Just
imagine the looks on everypony's faces when he blasts a whole
congregation of party goers with his new invention! Anyway,
Clarity went on to discuss presents, more specifically ones for
her brother Beatrice, a paint brush being the example given of
an accepted but less than spectacular gift she'd given him in
the past. Hay didn't understand the issue. Martha appreciated
her gifts and held the paint brush whenever he painted even if
it did go unused, but that made it less special...? Maybe Hay
was just not understanding what she meant.
... A mechanical paint brush. This would be a thing once Hay had
a chance to work on it. A cartridge loaded pen like device that
wouldn't need to be dipped over and over! Could even spray paint
onto the canvas like a water gun! Or have it's bristles spin for
a spatter! Though... Now that he thought about it, that would
probably cause issues with cleaning it... and controlling how
heavy the brush is loaded... and changing colors... He'd have a
prototype by the end of the week.
Giving a slight shake of his head to refocus on what Clarity was
talking about, Hay waited for her to finish her explanation,
leaning forward slightly and raising his eyebrows expectantly as
he held his smile and waited for her to finish whatever was
evidently difficult for her to talk about.
So Bubbles was mute? Kay. That certainly explained the Morse
code. Hay didn't understand why that was so slow in being
explained, though... Maybe he was missing something here too? He
wasn't so silly as to not understand that some ponies had
disabilities, some of his ideas for inventions being centered on
the idea of helping such individuals, so to him he didn't get
why it was so hard for Clarity to come out and mention. Was it
supposed to be a secret? Why? Or did it only happen to him
recently and therefore was a fresh and sensitive subject? Well,
either way, it didn't change much in Hay's mind about the pony,
so...
Her request, though, did cause his smile to falter some... A
device that could let him talk... He sat down on his rump and
brought his hoof up to his chin as he started to think, eyes
narrowing and tongue sticking out a bit after a few seconds as
he stared upwards towards nothing in particular as his gaze
seemed to pierce through everything and go nowhere. Hmm...
"... I donno for sure..." He eventually answered, though his
tone didn't dip much from at his words, "That would take some
time to figure out I think.. But! I can try. Maybe I could work
up an ankle mounted type writer by then though? Can give it a
display that has those spinny dealies for numbers and letters
that you sometimes see in waiting lines and stuff. That way
could type out words one at a time in case he has no other
options. Giving Sniffles Hiddlepenny III a whole new voice
though... Hmm..."
What if... No... Or... Um... Could he maybe...? Nah. Boy, this
was going to be a tricky one...
It was rare that Hay ever thought about magic when in his
workshop, this being a place of pure and honest SCIENCE after
all, but... Or... Then again... His Thought Theater did have a
very basic sound feature installed that was never properly
refined due to it's retirement it had only so very recently been
pulled out of. Sounded terrible in its current form though,
everything being garbled, messy and often times incorrect when
compared to what it was actually meant to sound like. BUt it was
a start at least. A nice one in fact as it would mean only
improving an already existing design instead of building one
from the ground up.
"I think I might have something that could help us start a
project though... But first, what do you think about that about
that first idea?"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
By: Clarity Date: September 23, 2014, 11:50 pm
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Clarity smiles at the idea of the hoof-mounted stamp. That
could be a thing...he'd probably get covered in ink in no time,
and that would be soooo adorable. She sits and toys with a
mental imagining of how it would be. "That might..." Yeah,
like that one she...might have...tried to steal from the bank
that one time. Which is really nothing like what Haywire was
describing, and she's totally off the mark, but...What? She was
really little, and it was so neat! The little knob that pushed
to change which letter it was changing and then turned to change
the letter...uh...that might not work out so well, actually.
"Uh...well, it's a good idea, but...does it have a way to say
what it's going to make? I guess I forgot to mention that he
also can't see." This admission...for whatever reason, it's
easier to make than the other. It has been for a long time, and
she can never put her hoof on exactly why. "If he could, he
could just write, but..."
She furrows her brow as she tries to think of what kind of
mechanism it might use to translate to Clair what is currently
selected. "Have the opposite side in braille?" she mutters.
Well, in the one she'd seen the sides opposite the inky area did
show what it was, but it was also blocked off to prevent
misalignings by accident. "A chime or something to..." He
could recognize sounds pretty well, but that would require it to
make at least 36 sounds or combinations of sounds to indicate
what was being put down, not including punctuation. "A side
braille shifting..." That would limit it to one letter at a
time period, which would probably work just fine for Clair...
...But this is all a moot point anyway if he couldn't tell where
he was putting it in relation to everything else. He could get
help, of course, but it would require anypony helping him to
know exactly what he was intending to do. And a supply of paper
that he would be able to know is clean and not running out of
room. So...this isn't really so much of a winning proposition.
"...Sorry, I'm not sure it would work for him."
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