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Robogeddon
OH GOD WHO THE FUCK GAVE HER WELDER ACCESS
Dramatis Personae Kisha, Ross	2013/07/22 Ross plays around with tools while Kisha plays unfitting music.
Location <XS> Workshop
A large barn-like building situated at the far end of the gardens from the mansion proper, this makerspace functions as a classroom for many of the more hands-on classes. An expanse of workshop space, it is subdivided into smaller segments for the different types of activities: Woodshop, Welding shop, Machine shop, Electronics, Bike shop, Screen Printing and Photography, Fabric Arts, and the Rapid Prototyping Lab with a trio of 3D printers. The space comes complete with a large host of tools available for use, although many of the more dangerous require prior clearance from administration to use -- students with appropriate clearance to use them can gain access to locked equipment with their student IDs. From sanders to MIG/TIG welders to soldering stations to industrial sewing machines to its own darkroom, though, this space is well equipped for teaching students how to /make/. In one corner of the workshop, loud banging and cursing can be heard. Using her phone in one hand, which now has wireless capabilities, without using the Xavier protocol, a hammer in the other, and a quantity of tools piled around her, Ross is trying to craft...something. The best she has come up with so far is a paperweight. The creation composes of various metals and electronic just..melded together. Ross anxiously yells out in frustration again. "Fucking ask.com, why don't you ever give /good/ results?". Kisha has returned to the temple of science. That majestic place where magic is made (and paperweights it seems). "Wow. I didn't know anyone used that search engine anymore," she says with dry amusement. "Couldn't be much worse unless you happened to get desperate and gave Bing a go." She slings her toolbox/backpack up onto an empty bench and opens it out. Inside is a wonderous array of tools. She begins setting them out in a row before adding "What're you trying to make?" Ross rolls her eyes at Kisha, but doesn't snark at her due to anger at her phone. "One of those death brawl robots that all of the nerds compete with. I need a mascot for my upcoming club. Maybe use it to deter the crazies.". She swipe swipe swipes again at her phone. "And for the record, Bing was useless too.". She finds a page she likes, reads it for half a second, grabs the tools and some more materials, and begins working on another...paperweight. After a few minutes of tinkering, she gets mad again and kicks her metal brick, before screaming because she injured her toe. "FUCK FUCK FUCK." Kisha tilts her head. Trying not to smirk. ....She fails. "There /is/ a reason virtually the entire world uses Google you know," she points out. "Because it's just a better search engine. Also you can get voice configured and tell it what to do." She eyes the second paperweight. "Your club? What kind of club needs a robot brawl deterrant? Aside from a strip club for clankies that is. Out of interest have you ever made a robot before? And if not what exactly made you think you'd do okay trying to build one now?" Ross rolls her eyes again. "For your knowledge, I tried Google first. I then resorted to Bing and Ask. I'm not an idiot, you know.". She pushes her brick away. "The kind of club that I make, of course. The cool club. Where all the cool smart people hang out.". Picking at her wrist, she looks for another search. "No, I haven't made a robot before, but, with instructions, it should be easy, right?". She begins looking around. "Now, where's the flamethrower? Apparently this blueprint requires heat." Kisha chuckles. "Kisha's rules of the Workshop. Rule number one. Don't be on fire," she states. "If you keep trying to make a flamethrower you are going to break this rule... And the rest of the workshop will probably join you soon after. Look why do you want a club full of smart people? Won't it just make you feel angry and inadequate?" Ross pshaws. "Ha, I never said I was trying to make a flamethrower.". She finds a welding torch, grabbing the mask and gloves and smock only because they look cool. "Look, why are you such a bitch? I get it, you're smart. What a big deal. You're also a sociopath. And I believe that's a lot, coming from me. Every thing you say is condescending and rude.". She works on her next object, slowly...which doesn't immediately turn out into a paperweight. Hopefully, it stays this way. "I can be nice and considerate," Kisha says cheerfully. "I just haven't had any incentive to be nice and considerate to you. I think perhaps you made the worst first impression out of everyone in the school. Including Ivan and he keeps spiders in his hair, I happen to detest spiders." She cringes as Ross picks up a welding torch. "Look, condescending aside you /have/ used one of those before right? For a start if you haven't you could get in trouble for using it and more importantly you make one slip and you'll burn your fingers off. Which will /hurt/." Whether by determination or just to show Kisha she's not stupid, Ross actually..has done something. Granted, there's no guaranteeing see can finish it or ever make it /work/, but she has built the base shape for the construction. "Fuck, there's a guy who keeps spiders in his hair? I will never, ever meet him. Also, I take it you haven't met Ember.". Her determination still having a bit of juice yet, she begins slowly, having to reread every ten seconds or so, some sort of component. And then shocks herself. Not giving up, she grabs another set. Kisha shakes her head and sighs. "Would it interest you to get an invite to our secret student makerspace?" she offers. "It's a students only, unmoderated online group where we discuss science stuff. Robotics is one of the areas we have a few people interested in. For the record I have no clue who Ember is, but I am pretty sure knowing a presumably fire related mutant does not count as a learning how to use a welding torch." Ross slowly making the other set, she nods. "Sounds cool. Alright, I'm interested.". She places the component where it says to, but not before dropping it once. She checks it for a split of a second, before putting it in. "Oops.". She then looks at the instruction. "Wait, how /many/ of these do I need to make? I might need to hire an army. This is tough.". Sighing, she grabs her gatorade, taking a drink. "My brother used to do this kind of stuff all the time. He used to tell me safety, but I've never actually used one. Also, the mask is cool." Kisha pops on her hat, then hmms for a moment or two. "I've emailed you an invite which contains the user guide and rules," she notes. "Fair warning though, talking about this place or acting like a jerk will get you banned. What're the specifications for the device you are building? Perhaps if you go through it I can give some pointers. My own experience is mostly in flying drones, but I can think up the schematics for just about anything which ever appeared on a robot fighting show." Ross nods, checking her email. "I got i- Wait, where did you get my email? Whatever.". Tap tapping at her smartphone, she brings the specifications back up, bringing them over to Kisha. "It's this one. Wait, is that your mutation? Awesome.". Ross is bad at smalltalk, but whatever. This is obviously the start of a beautiful friendship. And also robot armageddon.