http://heterodine.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] heterodine.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-08-23 08:41 am
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jewelry workshop

Agatha lifted her head from the table as people walked in. “Hi. I am tired. Work on your projects from last week please. Quetly.”

[ooc: be loud. bother her.]

Re: bother agatha

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-08-23 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, that sounds like fun. We need to discuss you possibly wearing a helmet and possibly body armor." John searched his pockets, and came out with an LED tape measure (http://www.webbcompany.com/details.php?prodID=1678&catID=12). "Wanna do the concussion check? It's fu~uun," he sing-songed.

min's silver! they're so nifty!

Re: bother agatha

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-08-23 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"This," he said, waving the LED flashlight, "is a nifty tool that all head-damage-y geniuses need. It's a tapemeasure," he pulls out the double 3 feet/1 meter Standard/Metric tape measure, "that measures things up to 3 feet, and," he said, pressing the button that activated the LED, "it lights up. Seeeee? Shiiiiiiiny."

John should really not torment the person who determines his grades AND signs his paychecks, but... it's JOhn.

Re: bother agatha

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-08-24 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hrm... are you aware that your head is full of gears?"


OOC: Agatha = Concussion?

Re: bother agatha

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-08-24 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, really, its all fulla gears. THat's probably the ticking sound you've been hearing."

JOhn reeeeeally shouldn't be doing this to his boss/prof.

Re: bother agatha

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-08-24 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"hrm. I think that you've got a problem with your mainspring, and it looks like your Knuten gears aren't quite connecting. There's some obvious signs of slippage there." He waved the light in one eye and the other as he spoke. "I think you may be past your maintenance, but should be routine."

He glanced at the other students in the workshop and did the "guy head nod" that translated to "Help my drunk friend to the door".

"C'mon, Miz Clay," he said, trying to get her to stand, "just a lil overhaul, nothing too bad."