http://heterodine.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] heterodine.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-05-22 09:04 am
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Clockwork workshop #1, Morning

There were *handwaved* announcements posted, announcing that the Workshop would be in the back of Sparky Repairs.

Agatha looked over the students she had. Ok, there were only two of them, but her smile was still a bit nervous.

“Hey guys. As you may or may not know, my name is Agatha Clay.” She smiled again. “You may call me Agatha though. Please write your names down on the attached attendance sheet, so I know who you guys are. Also, if you could tell me a bit about what sort of mechanical knowledge you already have, that would be cool.”

"Today we are going to spend the next few hours talking about what a Clock is. Please take a look at your handout and at this picture of a Peacock Clock. It is on display at the Hermitage in the Russian Federation.

To better understand a thing, you have to take the thing apart. In front of you is a variety of mechanical clocks. Take them apart, see what's inside.”

Agatha smiled again and handed them each a handout, an image and a box of clocks. Some were old, some were new and some were clearly made by Agatha herself.

Re: Look at clocks

[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com 2006-05-23 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Rather like John, Archie isn't a bad hand at disassembling the clocks, but putting them back together is a daunting prospect. All those tiny bits.

Surrounded by tiny cogs, springs, and God only knows what all else, he stares at the table, completely perplexed.

Re: Look at clocks

[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com 2006-05-23 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Far too many parts," Archie said sheepishly. He held up a spring and stared at it, expectantly, as if it would tell him where it was supposed to go. "How does one get so many pieces to move with such precision?"

Re: Look at clocks

[identity profile] actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com 2006-05-23 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Archie held the coiled spring as directed, and nodded as he felt the resistance of it trying to uncoil against his fingers. Looking at the tiny gears on the table, he said, "Well, it wouldn't move a capstan and raise an anchor, but it doesn't take that much power to turn those gears, does it?"