TEXT; USER: JT

[hexrot]

If there are any other engineers or tech-savvy Drifters among us that aren't waterbound, Viktor and I won't dismiss the assistance with the generator. We're doing our best to get it running, or at least construct temporary vehicle augumentations to reinforce our defenses in the mean time. They'll be bare bones and have a short life span, but it's better than nothing. That being said, my current projects will be temporarily postponed until further notice. If I'm not working parts, I'm gathering wood, and I can only step outside at dusk.

[ or if he snows in the damn place but uhhhh no thank you! ]

Donnie and Danse, you'll hear back from me when your respective requests are finished. I haven't forgotten any of them.

In the meantime, if you come across any generator parts, bring them to us as soon as possible, please. Any remnants of metal, elements, chemicals or hands to help with the wood would be valued if you can find or offer— I'll trade my work for it, if you have the patience for a queue. I can do minor fixes where needed.

Any questions, you can ask them here or come to the forge. It's hard to miss.

[ it's the only lisa frank pick up for miles. the thing is hard to miss, especially when jayce is working the little cargo bed forge he's built over the last two months. characters are welcome to come visit directly while he's working at night; smoke signals and his hammer (hand sized, not the big one) pounds throughout the late hours, while he's asleep or within the convoy from sunrise to sunset. ]

— JT

Comments

[propatriamori]

Thank you.

[With the part in hand, Edward starts carefully feeling it over. He doesn't know what it is, or what it's for, but he can recognise screws by feel, and pats along the table for a screwdriver.]

[Unaware that he's doing it, Edward keeps the little motor touching the table, and begins periodically thumping the table leg with the side of his knee. When the table is shaking, he reaches for tools with more confidence, and works over the mechanism faster.]

It's funny, in a way; I knew very little about machines before joining the war effort. Then what little I had was more than most, and I ended up learning what I could in the field.

[A small screw pops out of the mechanism, and Edward simultaneously thumps the table and catches it before it rolls off the side.]

My father used to mock me for wanting to know more about the farming implements.

[hexrot]

[ from close by, jayce clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and snorts the air out from his nostrils as he organizes and cleans some of his own things, in preparation for another step in any project he could get a head start on while he waits for more parts. blueprints, specifically— it wouldn't do him good right now is edward's voice of inquiry would be drowned out by hammering. ]

Your father's ignorant. [ jayce could think of six good reasons off the top of his head for wanting to know how something works. ] Tools like that keep people alive. Fed. [ nevermind other tools, for different purposes. with a quiet pause, jayce feels comfortable enough to add: ] I was lucky enough to have been born into a family of inventors.

[ the complete opposite. jayce only knew encouragement when it came to creating. he sighs whistfully at the thought of his father, and what great shoes he thought he had to fill all his life in some impossible way he never would. well. he thought he did, with hextech's success. until that success turned into doom. ]