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Tick Tock (Jeregretriens x Me)
There he rushed, putting things in different places to make it look nice or at least organized. The thick hands of the German worked fast as he got all of his drawings sprawled out over his work desk.
Marcus Henrich von Liechtenhoven, a German with a good sense of organization (which German didn't have that?), design and rules was running about like a chicken which had lost their head. He would finally get some help to realize his great idea's! And now, he was nervously getting everything ready for her to come... Finally satisfied he stood in the centre of his workshop, looking around, hands in his sides. Check, check and double check. Now that everything was organized Marcus finally moved over to his writing desk that stood by the window and sat down. Besides being a designer he was also a professor of Art and Design at a local private university. It had taken some time for him to get there to teach, but finally made it into the staff. And within two years the school council and offered him an own classroom and a workshop with a small office. That way he could experiment, hire people on his own account or had his students help him or him helping his students when ever needed. With a sigh he straightened his tie and pulled his vest down. His blue eyes glanced over the clock, perfect. Just one more minute and she should arrive. Oh, Marcus was always on time or early on his appointments. And always obeyed the rules no matter where he was or what he was doing. IT wasn't that strange that he had several law books stacked in his teeny tiny library...Actually just a cabinet with bookshelves. |
One minute to go and she was already knocking on the door to his office. Theta liked to be a little bit early to her appointments, though not so much that she would inconvenience the other person. She straightened her cravat a bit as she waited for the door to open, hoping she would make a good impression on the man. It was quite an honour to be invited to work with someone, especially someone prestigious.
It made her a bit nervous that the man was a German, though. She hoped he wouldn't ask her to build anything that was, by English law, illegal. The idea of German-influenced clockworks, she supposed, must have played a role in why so many other people had turned the man down. She knew that she had been his last choice, and that working together might well be strained because of that. Nonetheless, she was looking forward to a serious placement that might actually challenge her. The woman that met him was certainly unusual looking, especially for a woman. While female ergaleomancers were, by society's rules, permitted to wearing men's clothing, rather than change the restrictive top part of a dress for a more masculine shirt, she seemed to have dived head first into men's clothing. Settled on the top of her bobbed blonde hair is a top hat made from leather and riveted together, while strange brass glasses that have swinging magnifiers on levers covered her green eyes. Her blouse was a simple latte colour, but over it a heavy leather corset was buckled, and heavy brass armour plates covered her arms. She also had a cheerily coloured green cravat tied neatly around her neck. Several belts cross round her hips, and from one of them hung a fancy looking gold pocket watch. Her pants had a very unusual cut to them, puffing out around the knees before tucking back in to her tall buckled boots. Clasped tightly in her left hand is a cane, and she leans heavily on it as she stands outside his door, waiting for him. |
He was about to go through his desk in search of a cigarette when she knocked. Instantly he looked at the little walking clock on his desk. It was a cute little thing that paced about in a small square he had set out for it. It seemed to be able to know when his master wanted to glance at him, because when Marcus looked at the clock, it saluted with his little hand and showed the exact time on his face. A minute early. Exactly one minute early. He liked that.
Quickly he got up and hurried over to the door. He waited for a second to straighten out his tie before he opened the door and instantly looked down. He was quite tall and the English were very small compared to him. He smiled friendly before he stepped back. " Please come in!" he said and allowed the lady, which could be hardly recognized as one, to walk in and make her self comfortable. His workshop was typical, lots of wooden furniture, tools and so on. But unlike a usual one, everything was sorted out to size, name and how often it was used. So were the clanks he used often right above his work table, while the lesser used ones hung away further. Even Marcus himself seemed to be organized pretty strict. His hair was neatly combed back, his side burns seemed to be trimmed with help of a ruler. His shirt was tight at the torso but his sleeves were slightly puffy, except at the cuffs of his wrists, which were snug around his wrist and a part of his forearm. The shirt was a light cream colour with brown buttons. Over his shirt he wore a dark brown vest with a slightly darker floral print. A small golden chain across his stomach, from pocket to pocket. A gold pocket watch attached to one side of the chain. His trousers were the same colour as his vest, yet it was pin striped. The legs of his pants were snuggly covered with dark brown spats which were tied with golden buttons and a single strap with a golden buckle. His boots were the same colour as his spats but had a little gold plate on the toes. " Welcome, please. Have a seat!" his accent was heavy, but he could speak English very well. He gestured over to a nice leather maroon chair near his desk. |
Theta was taller than an average Englishwoman, but only by a scarce inch that mattered so much amongst the English people...and still left her dwarfed next to him. Then again, she lost that inch again anyway, having to lean over a bit to rest on her cane. She smiled cheerily and tipped her hat, though she couldn't help but want to look around the workshop. The number of tools and clockworks he had was nothing particularly noteworthy. But seeing it all so meticulously organised...
Yes, she supposed, some stereotypes held true. There was no mistaking the man for anything other than German. She was grateful that he was going to let her by, though, and she slipped in and headed straight for the chair he indicated. For being disabled, she moved quite quickly; then again she had learned long ago that walking -quickly- meant less time spent on her damaged leg and less pain overall. Once she was settled in the chair, though, she swept the hat off of her head and set it in her lap, watching the man politely but intensely, waiting for him to begin. "Thank you. It's an honour to meet you face to face, Mr. Liechtenhoven," she spoke his name with the air of someone who had spent hours practising it to not be embarrassed when meeting him, and yet still didn't quite have it pronounced correctly. |
Marcus smiled as she moved. He had heard and read about this lady, however he did not really notice nor care about her being disabled. What was the use? Her work was the best, plus she was the only one who could help him.
When Theta moved to the chair, the little clockwork clock on the desk turned to watch the new girl. The little manlike clock saluted to the lady before continuing pacing about slowly. It seemed to get a bit tired, which wasn't odd since the little man got his energy from a winding key on his back. The clock he had for a face would not be affected by the body, which was always nice. Marcus moved over to his desk and smiled. "Nein, nein, the pleasure is all mine!Oh and please, just call me Marcus!" he said cheerfully. He briefly leaned into his desk before he smiled. " Would you like something to drink?" he offered her kindly. " or would you rather get straight to business?" He had heard that she made a little mistake in his surname, he did not pay much attention to it, since well...The British couldn't pronounce some of the sounds correctly. And he was the one with the heavy accent. It was always fun to go to a pub or a random store and order something. People would always laugh, Marcus sometimes was annoyed by this, but he had learned to get over it and see it as a good thing. He could speak three languages fluently! German, his own tongue, English and Dutch! |
She laughed a little bit when the little clock saluted her, and she reached up to touch the brim of her hat, returning the gesture. She didn't think he would have liked such a fanciful clockwork, figuring that he might be the sort of much more practically minded person that one associated with stereotypical Germans.
Nonetheless, she didn't want to spend too much of her time gawping about his personal space, so she set her eyes on his face and once again smiled. "A bit of tea would be lovely...but we can spare ourselves the obligatory mindless chatter and dive straight into business as far as the topic at hand. Tell me...precisely what is it do you need me to do?" |
The clock seemed to be shy when she saluted back. Since the little thing tried to hide behind a stack of books. It was a cute little thing. When Marcus noticed that he laughed softly and gently patted the small clocks head before picking it up and winding it again. "Ah very well. You're lucky! I just got a fresh pot of tea!" he smiled and hopped off to a low dresser and got two cups of steaming hot Earl Grey. Gently he put the cups down on his desk. Offering her sugar, milk and of course a cookie.
The blonde sat down in his own chair before he smiled and watched the girl. "I need your help in building helpers." he stated. "I can make small systems, such as this clock. But I will need more hands for the machines I want to make." With that he got up and moved over to his work table. "I have some drawings here, they are my idea's they need to be a bit more refined though..." he said before turning to look at Theta. |
"Making hands?" Such a simple job, she supposed, wondering why he would ask for such a thing if he could build things on his own. Just what -was- he making? She took a cup of tea and put a small splash of milk in it, no sugar, and sipped at it politely while she thought on his request. "Just what exactly are you making?"
Although the designs had been offered, she didn't automatically reach out to take them. Many ergaleomancers were protective over the schematics to their designs, especially because for many of them, it was the -uniqueness- to them that made them so precious, rather than simple function. No one other than her father and herself had ever had a look at her pocket watch's inner workings, and she intended to keep it that way. So she would let him explain what he was building and decide more about whether or not she wanted to assist in his endeavour before grabbing at paperwork. |
Marcus sort of face palmed before he shook his head. "No, that is not quite what I meant to say...I meant that I would need help with making these machines." he stated before he returned to his desk and sat down. He folded his hands and thought about how to describe the plans he had. He didn't want to scare her off! No not at all!
After a while and a few sips of tea he decided. "I want to make, self thinking machines, ones that could easily calculate the need of what they are supposed to do." he said and looked at her with a thoughtful face. It was obvious he had a hard time explaining it properly. "Such as..." his left hand made a grabbing gesture, as if he was trying to catch the word and put it in his mouth only to be able to say it. "erm.. Hund...erm Dog, yes, that's the word." he stated as he put his finger up in the air. "Self thinking mechanic pets, toys and the like." he wasn't sure if she would get it. "Also a type of Guardian that could be of great help with the elderly." he nodded. "I know that the English law forbids to make machinery to injure people and defend homes. But I want to use that kind of body for a mind to help people. Such as...erm... Mechanic nurses and fire fighters." the blonde leaned back in his chair and sipped his drink again. He was so scared she got the wrong idea of him and his plans. Nervously he fidgeted with his pocket watch chain. "And, things like this little clock, it would be great if we could fuse more items with clockwork bodies, so they can help people whenever they need." The small clock was just pacing about again, happily walking about and sometimes glancing up at Marcus to see if he was needed. |
She nodded quietly, then pulled her pocket watch up from where it dangled from her belts. "Thinking clockworks? You mean...with regards to my father's and mine work in that field?" She opened the watch to display the face, and swung it a little bit, waking up the little machine that was currently just displaying the time.
The clock face shifted a bit, two eyes opening and the hands swinging down out of the way of his eyes. It was a man's voice that spoke up when the pocket watch spoke, and it looked around dazedly. "Hmmaugh? Hemmina....herrnina..." It cleared its non-existent throat before properly speaking. "Theta? Where are we? What's going on?" She smiled cheerily. "We're meeting with Professor Liechtenhoven...he's interested in thinking clockworks, and...I thought you might want to have a word." It blinked its eyes a few more times, then settled his gaze on the German. "Liechtenhoven, hmm? Yes, because sharing an idea like that with a German is an excellent idea, Theta..." He was highly sarcastic, apparently. "Just what we need...murder machines that can -think- about what they're doing." |
Marcus looked at Theta and blushed faintly. "Yes, You are an expert. I can only make the bodies work on their own, but I can't really do anything else.
Full admiration he watched the watch wake and even speak. He had never ever seen it, he heard of it of course, but that was it. This was truly amazing! Instantly his highly organized mind began to think and plot quickly. He could use this to make maids or butlers or what so ever to help or entertain people! When the clock began to speak about him in such a manner, the Germans neck thickened, a vein was popping, his left eye twitching, obviously, Marcus had a very short fuse. His hand that had been relaxed around the ear of his cup was now squeezing it hard, so hard that you could hear the china crack under the force. Instantly the German began to mutter something in his mother tongue. Slowly he counted to ten before he spoke to the little clock. "Well, I could've been a Swiss or Austrian for all you know..." he whispered in a mean hiss before he regained composure and sat back. "I'm only interested in helping people." he stated simply and that was true. "But, I have to say, this...Will certainly help my designs." Slowly he looked from the clock to Theta and smiled slightly. "Do you wish to look over my drawings?" he offered her. |
Theta's little 'protector' was a well celebrated piece of machinery. Her father had made it for her, and there was nothing like it in the world. It was also a very fiercely guarded secret how it had been made. She didn't seem to appreciate his abject racism, though, and was about to tell him to be quiet when he spoke up once again. "You're not Swiss. The Swiss do not ask people who are not Swiss for assistance with clockworks. And the Austrians are no better than the Germans for their love of dangerous clanks. No, whatever it is you're planning, count me out of it." With a huff, his hands returned to telling the time, and his eyes shut quite insistently.
Theta sighed softly, shaking her head and closing the cover that went over the front of the pocket watch, letting go so it could dangle off her belts again. "He can be...quite cantankerous at times...I suppose I didn't think of that. That's the trouble with 'spirited' clockworks...they're capable of independent thought, and...once -that- happens...making them behave is more like training a dog or disciplining a child than it is anything else. We have a teapot at home that has taken a distinct disliking to some of my father's colleagues, and refuses to serve them." She laughed a bit, thinking about the dear little teapot and the way it would tap its feet impatiently when people took too long to set their cups down. "But yes, I would love to look over your schematics...though I don't think these would ever be fit for mass production..." She frowned, not sure if she wanted to give away the big secret behind her and her father's crowning glory of clockworks. |
Marcus reached his boiling point. His hand was clenched to tightly around the thin and fine ear of the cup that it snapped and broke off in his hand. His face however was stoic and didn't seem to show any emotion at that time. Lucky for the German, he had put the cup down to rest on the saucer.
"Why you little...." he hissed before he seemed to blow steam from his ears and nose. When the clock turned back into what it originally was, Marcus moved his hand only to notice that the ear was in his hand. With a sigh he got up to toss out the broken china from his hands. When Theta spoke he looked at her and smiled. "Apparently." he simply stated. He wouldn't tell her how much he would like to get his hands on that clock and threaten it, so it would never ever dare to talk down on him, or his country. But he couldn't be impolite right? When the girl before him began about a self thinking teapot Marcus' cheery mood seem to disappear like fog over the Themes. "Ah, it seems that we have the same idea's for this 'spirited' clockwork." he sighed. "One of my designs is indeed a teapot that would serve people without having a human to touch the pot." The tall man then sighed and rubbed his head. "There you have me, thinking it was original and new. But, you beat me to it." Then he nodded at hearing her saying she wanted to see the drawings. He had noticed she was leaning on her cane heavily when she was walking, so he was going to be a gentleman and get the drawings for her. Smiling he took the three best idea's and moved them over to Theta. "here you go."he smiled as he rolled up two of them so everything would fit on the desk. "Hmn, I do think you're right, however. We could alter the system so they only have basic functions, Ja?" he asked. The small walking clock wanted to help as well, but it was far too small. It seemed to be sad. Marcus noticed it and picked the little clock up only to whisper something soothing to the thing in German. The little clock had actually been only taught commands, it was a standard in its system, however it had started to develop an own will with Marcus. The clock, was eighteen years old but acted like a five year old at times. Once it seemed to be cheerful again Marcus put the little machine down. Only to see it run to the rolled up drawings instantly and take a hold of them so they wouldn't be unrolled. |
Theta winced when she heard the china snap, and she smiled incredibly sheepishly. She hadn't meant to offend him, and though she supposed that it had been Coggy that had been the offensive one...Coggy was still her watch. "I...am terribly sorry for his antics...I should have thought more carefully about his political views before I brought him out..."
She sighed softly, feeling quite awful about the whole thing, and even more so when she saw his mood going steadily down with her continued conversation. Steering the topic away didn't seem to be helping, and... She cut her thoughts off when he spoke of his idea being 'original', and she smiled sheepishly. "No...it's been a very popular idea for years...but no one but my father and I seem to have the knack for -doing- it. Sometimes...what man can conceive it takes more technology than is available to achieve." She didn't know how to go on from there, though. Many people considered ergaleomancy to be purely science, with effects that could be replicated and clockworks that could be mass produced. But that wasn't entirely true. The clockworks that -were- made en masse were still assembled by ergaleomancers, though the ones that worked in such factories were of far less skill than people such as Theta and Marcus. Those without the innate ability of ergaleomancy...even with pre-made parts and explicit instructions...would never be able to assemble clockworks. It was a magical art, and even some ergaleomancers were sceptical of admitting that. She didn't think it was a good idea to go off on a tangent about it before she knew where he stood on the idea. Theta couldn't help but laugh when the little clock ran over to protect Marcus' ideas from prying eyes. She let go of where she'd started to pick them up after they'd been laid out for her, and instead politely reached out her hand to the little man, keeping it back far enough that she wasn't threatening to scoop him up or bat him away, but definitely being inviting. "There there, it's good of you to protect your master's work. We're going to be working together, though, so you'll have to learn to trust me. But...I suppose I could tell a bit about the secret to how Coggy was made, and we'll make it an even exchange of things that ought not be repeated..." |
Marcus let out a soft sigh and shook his head. "No need to apologize. It wasn't you who was insulting me." he said with an honest smile. Marcus was hurt but the words, of course he was! His life in England wasn't really easy. He got discriminated and he really had to work hard to get what he wanted. People were scared of him because he was German and would be 'dangerous'. Marcus wasn't the kind of guy who would hurt anyone. He'd rather run away from a conflict than prove that he was really 'dangerous'.
When she told him that the idea was actually pretty popular he laughed softly. "Ah, I guess I'm behind in fashion here." he chuckled, turning the down going curve back up. Marcus knew exactly what she was talking about, their work was a form of art. One needed to be skilled with it and they should be a natural talent for things like that. Marcus himself was very inventful when he was a little boy, always tying sticks together to make simple armatures that could move around with his help. When his grandfather found out he gave the boy permission to use his tools and build more complicated things. Within a month Marcus had grown to be an excellent clockmaker. The blonde looked down at the little clock who suddenly turned shy again. It tried to hide behind the papers when she moved so suddenly towards him. But when she told him it was okay and Marcus gave approval, the clock moved forward and carefully took her index finger with both of his 'arms'. THe arms were actually two decorative handles to pick it up with, this way if it would sit still, no one would know that this clock was actually 'alive'. Marcus smiled happily at the sight of the small clock. When Theta stated that she was willing to reveal a bit of the secret the German nodded. "I would love to hear some of it." he said. "But I think it would be best to wait for it, until I've given you a proper tour around the Academy. " he offered her. |
Theta wasn't frightened of him, at least. It showed easily in her demeanour, showed in the way she treated him--like a colleague, without any trace of fear...or its associated malice. She did, however, feel the pang of their difference in culture all the more clearly to see that he was out of the loop with what was popular.
"With the exception of Coggy, though...conscious clockworks are the things of science fiction...not something that's actually been made. He's unique...and the crux of quite a few ethical and theological arguments, actually." She shrugged idly, but smiled at the little watch's antics. She moved her finger carefully, 'shaking' hands with it. "It's a promise, little clock. Ergaleomancer's honour, not to share secrets." She did look a bit pained at the invitation of a tour round the academy, but nonetheless she set her teacup down, gently pulling her other hand away from the little watch-man. "If...you want to show me around...best to do it before my knee gets stiff." Her tone was strained--she didn't like talking about her knee at the best of times, and admitting that it was weak was quite hard for her. |
Marcus smiled, he really appreciated it that she was treating him like a normal human being.
The fact that he was out of the loop of things was because he didn't really get the chance to socialize a lot. Marcus loved going out, but he had hardly any friends here. Things were a bit sad for Marcus. But that didn't hold him back in what he loved most: inventing and making clockworks. Marcus chuckled sweetly at her explanation that her Coggy was the only one that had an own will. His own little clock had gotten a will of it's own, but then still, he wasn't quite like the pocket watch of his new colleague. Marcus loved the special work in Coggy, but he didn't like the attitude of the thing. "Perhaps you should have Coogy take a look at my clock, see what he has to say about him." he chuckled. When she stated that she had issues with her knee he blinked before he thought of something. "I'll keep it to our work area and where you can find me when I'm teaching, it isn't a big distance." he said smiling. Always thinking about his guests. "I can show you where we keep everything. Mainly I'll get our supplies from the basement and the shop a few blocks down. I like to know what quality it is and what it costs." The man put his cup down too and stood up slowly. The tall man stepped away from his desk and gently offered his hand to Theta to take. |
"He'll insist he's the only clockwork that can -talk-, at least." That much was surely true, she had never met a clockwork capable of speech, and certainly Coggy had been hailed as the first and only speaking machine. She looked around and nodded quietly, taking his hand and pulling herself up heavily. She leaned on her cane and nodded, but let go of his hand once she was upright. It wasn't proper, and she managed more easily without too many things to worry about with her balance.
"Of course. I can understand that. I have a shop I frequent for the same reasons. No sense in waiting, though..?" She did want to hurry it along, though. While she was not an invalid and not incapable of walking, the simple matter was that it -hurt- and as such she didn't like to do it without reason or cause, and frequently without a bit of time to gather her energy and psych herself up for the task. Nonetheless, she wasn't going to be caught out as being unable to keep up with normal people, so she would find a way to manage with this. |
Marcus nodded slowly and chuckled slightly. "I could imagine that, honestly. If I were a machine like Coggy, I would've asked for the same thing. Nothing is better than being unique."
When Theta pulled herself up Marcus helped her up, by hoisting her up as well. She was that much troubled right? It didn't matter to Marcus, it was improper for her to lean on him so heavily, but obviously she needed it. Marcus agreed that they would hurry up. Instantly he moved to the door opening it for Theta. "I'll show you the classroom first." he said and once Theta was out he too stepped from his workshop into the long hall. He turned right and walked in the pace Theta walked, no need for her to adjust her speed, right? |
Theta moved surprisingly quickly for someone with a disability such as hers. In fact, she walked quite a bit faster than most normal people. It drove her no end of insane that people would insist on slowing down "for" her. She'd learned long ago that the faster she walked the less time she spent on her injured leg and the less it hurt. Not to mention the sooner she got things done, the sooner she'd be able to sit down.
But British society was built on being polite, and some things were better left unsaid. People assumed that a cane meant walking slowly, and most would slow down to an excruciating pace, leaving Theta with no polite way to tell them to hurry it up. Marcus.../hadn't/ done that to her, and for whatever it was worth, it meant a -lot- to her. She smiled cheerily, not quite knowing what to say, but distinctly grateful nonetheless. |
Marcus himself wasn't a slow walker as well. Being German meant being raised in a military way. Things were always on tight schedule and he'd rather have it done as well. While they were walking Marcus just talked about known facts of the Academy and some of the basic rules. "And last but not least, we are not allowed to blow things up on purpose." he stated as he opened the door of his classroom. The door had contained his name, Professor M. Von Liechtenhoven.
The room its self was big, very big. The high windows were allowed to let through the afternoon sun, making the room warm and pleasant, cosy almost. "If you can't find me in my office or workshop, you can most likely find me here." he moved over to the blackboard and gave it a good look over, he had prepared the course for the next day and his drawings were perfect. "You're also allowed to follow any course you like whenever you like, since you'll be under my supervision. " He spun around and smiled at Theta. "If you've seen enough, just let me know and I'll show you the basement were we can get some of our instruments, tools and what not." he said as he neatly folded his arms behind his back and looked around the room himself. |
Theta listened intently to it all, glad that he had something to say to continue to distract her, rather than abandoning her to her own thoughts during the walk. They would have quickly turned to her knee and driven her mad. The rules were all straightforward and to the point, though at the mention of blowing things up, intentional or not, she couldn't help but shudder. Her whole body cringed, and she leaned more heavily on her cane for a moment. "I...don't...tend to like explosions, no."
She looked around the classroom, though, and headed for the blackboard, looking over his drawings and his methodology. It was impeccable, and she knew at once that she would benefit greatly from a chance to learn from him. And having an open invitation...he might find it hard to get rid of her. Her cheery smile broke out into an open grin, but she did return to his side. "Yes, let's...keep going, at any rate. Best not to waste time, mm?" |
The blonde had chuckled at her statement. "Neither do I. I always shut everything down, except for my clock, he's with me for the longest time and I just can't put him to bed." he sounded as if he were a father for that little clock that would march across his desk or where ever Marcus had put him.
When Theta suggested they would keep a move on Marcus smiled widely. He liked it that she wanted to get things over with just as fast as he wanted to. "Ah, I like the way you think." he stated and gestured her to move out again. He would have to lock the door again. But once that was all done he took her a bit further where there was a stairs that went down. Right next to the stairs there was a hole, just like that. "Don't pay too much attention to the gap here, I'm still trying to figure out a way to get downstairs without using the stairs." he chuckled. "But I don't want an ordinary elevator." He then looked at Theta. "Will you be alright with the stairs? " he asked in slight concern. |
She nodded quietly, though she was admittedly a bit sceptic. She hated stairs, avoided them when she could, and otherwise tried to be as gentle with herself as she could. That said...she'd been dealing with her disability for a long time now, and she had found work-arounds for most things. "I'll be fine. I just slow down on stairs."
The one place where her speed failed her, getting up and down stairs was a tricky affair. Not that she would ever complain about it. If she used her cane and the railing as a sort of combination, she could hold herself up while she got her good leg a step down, then repeat the process. It was slow going, and she hated having to do multiple flights, but she would manage, and that was precisely what she started doing. "Maybe...we could work on designs for an advanced lift system in-between our main project?" |
The man simply gave a nod and allowed Theta to go down before him. He smiled all the way. "Hmn, that would be a good idea, yes. Perhaps I can manage to get such a system all around the building." he said thinking hard. Lifts and elevators were always tricky, but people with disabilities, such as Theta had, weren't that uncommon.
When they finally were at the bottom of the stairs Marcus turned on the light in the rather narrow corridor. There were several doors which lead to different rooms for storage. The first one on their left was theirs. Marcus managed to find the key and unlocked the door, only to reveal a neatly organized storage. "On your left there are the tools and on your right all our other things. Springs, clanks, cogs and so on. All organized by material, colour and size." he said. The biggest parts are in the back the smallest at the front, since I use those more often." Everything was set out in a logical way. |
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