Ringo Noyamano (
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fandomhighdorms2015-05-11 04:21 pm
Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon
It had required moving some furniture around in order to create the space necessary, but Ringo had managed to lay down a big white sheet on the floor and pin its corners with some large boxes. She'd even had boxes left over, and those were stacked near the edge of the area she'd blocked off.
Most of the boxes were open, too, and revealed their contents to be hundreds of tiny different bits of metal. Ringo had asked Ume to send her AT parts, and Ume had delivered in spades. She had enough pieces here to put together dozens pairs. Sometimes, apparently, little sisters were good for something after all!
Of course so many boxes had taken a lot of work to get up to the fifth floor, and she hoped no one had been annoyed as she had painstakingly moved one box at a time from the lobby.
Now Ringo was sitting in the middle of that white sheet, her smile matched by some happy humming as her hands rapidly swapped out small screwdrivers for tiny wrenches and the pile of precisely-machined metal in front of her began to take shape.
Every so often some screw or gear would slip from her fingers, and she'd have to put down what she had so far and find it. Fortunately, the sheet was very, very clean, and practically nothing blended in against it. So soon enough she'd be back to humming and assembling, and she was almost done with the first unit.
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Most of the boxes were open, too, and revealed their contents to be hundreds of tiny different bits of metal. Ringo had asked Ume to send her AT parts, and Ume had delivered in spades. She had enough pieces here to put together dozens pairs. Sometimes, apparently, little sisters were good for something after all!
Of course so many boxes had taken a lot of work to get up to the fifth floor, and she hoped no one had been annoyed as she had painstakingly moved one box at a time from the lobby.
Now Ringo was sitting in the middle of that white sheet, her smile matched by some happy humming as her hands rapidly swapped out small screwdrivers for tiny wrenches and the pile of precisely-machined metal in front of her began to take shape.
Every so often some screw or gear would slip from her fingers, and she'd have to put down what she had so far and find it. Fortunately, the sheet was very, very clean, and practically nothing blended in against it. So soon enough she'd be back to humming and assembling, and she was almost done with the first unit.
[Open!]

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"I don't know?" she said, a bit uncertainly. "There's no number on my boots."
Her feet were pretty tiny though, she knew that.
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"Let's see if one of these will fit!"
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"Wow!" she said, once she got closer. "You have so many sizes!"
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"I want to love it!" she insisted. "But I have to try first!"
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Which she actually meant. Ringo couldn't imagine people not loving ATs.
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"But this one works!"
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She reached out. "Let me see it, and I'll make a note of the size. Then I can put a pair together for you." A very basic pair, since Alluka didn't seem to even have a lot of physical training to fall back on, but it would be a start!
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Basic pair was probably for the best.
"Yay! I'm so excited!"
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"I bet you'll have a ton of fun."
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"What does each part do?"
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"Well, this one," Ringo said, holding up an assembly of gears, "is the transmission. It lets you control the balance of speed and power that the motor sends to the wheel."
"And this is the motor."
"And a disk brake, so you can slow down and stop."
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Alluka bobbed her head to show she was (sorta) following along. "And all the littler parts are to hold it all together?"
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Ringo grinned. "It's not so complicated, after all, right?"
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"It doesn't sound too hard, when you put it this way."
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They looked fiddly. Like they were plotting their escape at any moment.
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