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Agatha Clay Heterodyne ([personal profile] agathaheterodyne) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd2015-05-17 02:39 am

Another day, another explosion - OTA

Agatha had been working in the lounge, as she so often did, when she got hungry. It was a good way to eat somewhere that wasn't COMPLETELY filthy. She would have to apologize to Tasha about her half of the Quarters and find a way to clean it up. Well, she had that pizza maker maid bot that never got picked up... maybe she would use that. And if Percy ever came for it, she could give him the used one or make him a new one, bigger and better.

Yeah, that worked!

But first, lunch, and a smaller project. She had dreamed up the most marvelous invention and just had to try it, a self-perpetuating steam powered steam creation engine! The thing would produce just enough steam to power itself, to produce steam! Oh, she knew the rules as well as anyone else, energy would always be lost, but rules were meant to be broken. Sparks had a special fondness for the laws of physics specifically. The laws of nature too, but physics fascinated Agatha more.

So she was eating her meal, whatever the waitress had thought she might enjoy, and sipping her drink as she worked, lost in the fugue state. She didn't notice what the waitress had given her. So sure that she wouldn't eat it, the impish waitress, filling in for a friend, and not part of the regular staff, had given her Gagh. And was standing at the bar, amazed, as Agatha absently ate from the dish as she worked, seemingly unaware of what she was putting into her mouth.

She almost had the rotators working the way that she wanted. The trick would be the lubrication, she had to keep the oil that cleared the gears away from the spark plate that would keep the water heated. She was focused on that as she reached for her screwdriver and accidentally took the fork instead. 

Instead of a thin plastic tipped tool, the metal of the fork hit the spark plate, and was large enough that the side touched the oil.....




BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM


There went the whole tool, her meal, her drink, the table, and her tools.

Agatha pushed her over-sized goggles up onto her slightly singed hair, leaving the area around her glasses as the only clean part on the front of her, as she stared at what used to be a table, trying to figure out what had just happened....

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