faderift | buried deep within there's a human

WHO: Chloe Price and YOOOOOOOOOOOU
WHAT: Catch all for May
WHEN: ... May
WHERE: Anywhere and everywhere
NOTES: I feel like Chloe's a generic warning unto herself, but expect swears and innuendo and I'll warn in subject lines for anything that could be worse.

i. my mind's lost in bleak visions (the docks; cw for alcohol use)

When things went crazy at home, Chloe had always gone to the lighthouse. Here, the docks seemed like the closest thing. A place she could sit that was above the water enough to not worry about getting wet, but close enough to stare out over the waves and feel a little more grounded. She didn't know why water was so calming, but it was about all she had to grasp to and she wasn't in the mood to analyze it too deeply because of that.

Normal people might have gone to their friends to confide in the frustrations she had over everything; the growing resentment she felt for being othered as a Rifter, the anger at the propositions being made, the overwhelming exhaustion that came from being distrusted simply because she existed no matter what world she was in. Chloe, however, was taking comfort from a bottle because talking to people was just... hard. Old habits never disappeared no matter how much she tried to change her outlook on life.

So she was sitting near the edge of an empty dock, feet dangling off the edge, bottle in hand, staring out and waiting to see if anyone yelled at her to leave. She was content to stay there long as she was allowed, though - at least until it got too close to curfew and she'd have to trudge back to her room, but that was more than a ways off.

ii. limbs lost to dead weight stake (gallows)

When she wasn't drowning her sorrows down by the docks, Chloe was looking for distractions. She didn't have enough money for shopping distractions to say the least and she was avoiding any research work like the plague while she tried to sort out her emotions, which meant that she was instead looking for them in the only thing she had left; art and mechanics.

When focused on her art, Chloe could be found sitting just about anywhere, paper and charcoal in hands, or homemade paint beside her with a brush instead, making sure to try and capture sketches of the views around her, or pushing out sketches for art that could be used in protest, or if someone were to come by at just the right moment, they might catch her making portraits of a certain elf who had managed to capture her heart and went by the name of Fern.

And when focused on mechanics, she was sitting with a stored broken cart that she had procured months prior, scrap metal beside her, trying to see if she could make a simple engine from the spare parts. Nothing fancy, certainly not enough to make a car, but maybe enough to make pushing heavy loads a bit easier for one person who didn't have a lot of muscle. It was slow going, a good deal of failure and a lot of forehead wrinkling, but it at least kept her mind and her hands busy on something that didn't make her particularly enraged.

iii. take me out of this place i'm in (wild card)

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The walk around the Gallows was necessary. He didn't know what to think about this entire situation with the blood tracking devices. Poe didn't like it one bit but what could he really do about it? When the time came there was plenty that seemed that could riot but would that be the best course of action? He had seen how a mutiny went down back home but here he didn't know anyone or the Inquisition all that well. He's finally understanding all of the names of places.

Poe could see someone up ahead but didn't think anything of it at first. Not until he could hear things that sounded almost familiar. He picked up the pace a bit wanting to encounter where ever it was.

When he crosses paths with Chloe's, he looks at the cart before at her. There's a growing smile on his lips. He comes up to the side of the cart but away from Chloe to give her space. He's mostly wanting to get a look at what she has going on. "This is amazing. You've put in a lot of work. What do you think is giving you the trouble?" He sort of wants to know how it's made but maybe he could bother her about that after.

She hadn't expected someone to come up to her while she was working - maybe it was because she was just getting used to natives ignoring her and the rifters were such smaller numbers, it wasn't likely that they'd come up and say hello too often. So her head shot up in surprise when she hears his voice, having mostly been involved in trying to tighten a newly placed bolt instead of focusing on whether or not someone might have been approaching her.

There's a snort, though, when the question registers, and she gives the make-shift beginnings of an engine a frustrated shove. "More like what isn't," she said a little bitterly. "I'd watched a couple videos back home on how to make a combustion engine using hardware parts and I thought since this place had, well - most of the basics, it'd be a little easier, y'know? But fuck me, I guess." She'd paid extra to have the proper length pipes made, clearly, since she'd no welding experience in her life, but she was starting to realize she was going to have to fashion her own gears too. But she was sure some stranger didn't care much about that. "Or... maybe you don't know. I don't know."

He should have been more careful not knowing if she was working on something major. The parts are different from what he would see from an engine that could fly. Speeders, pod racing engines, anything in that kind all hover but they all have similar parts.

"It's a lot of moving parts I'm sure. I have only seem wood and steel." Poe doesn't look too sure on those terms at first. He knows that the culture life here is way different. Plus he's not sure who are rifters and natives yet. Even if so, he would try to be friendly towards everyone. If they don't play nice, he doesn't have to either. "I fly ships. I know what goes into engines that can fly. But, I'm sure if you figured out which part or parts are off you can modify it to the way it needs. I can provide a hand. Maybe all you need is another pair of eyes."

Her eyes light up just slightly when he starts talking about flying ships - it means that he's at least from a world that knows what an engine is and that in itself seems to be a rarity around here. A world with technology that lets ships fly instead of just airplanes would be amazing to pry about; she'd have to save note to do so later.

"If you know any engine that's better than nothing. I just wanna make a basic external combustion one - nothing fancy, just enough to get the carts to maybe move on their own. I've got it connected to the wheels so that once I get the engine itself to move, it'll turn right. External seemed like a better idea than internal since I doubt there's gonna be fuel just lying around in this place. But..." She trailed off, before motioning for him to take a seat beside her if he wanted to take a look.

"I think I'd have to make a couple of custom bolts and gears, which I've got no idea how to do. Another Rifter told me she was trying for her own weaponry upgrades though." Maybe she could talk Rey into teaching her how.

There's a moment he's not sure if he said the right thing or not. But he could see then that she totally knew what he was talking about. He's been waiting to find people who would understand what he was saying. It's hard to talk about technology when others didn't quite know. Describing it had been difficult at times. He wasn't sure how to explain the ships he's used to. Metal with an engine but much much more complex. Chloe can ask him all about the ships later. He would be more than happy to talk about that.

"You mean, you don't want the carts to go faster once they get moving?" He grins while knowing he could probably help her to get them moving at a greater speed than when it first starts off. "If there's no fuel or nothing that can be substituted for fuel external should be doable. It may take a lot of work and figuring out all the kinks. Nothing is easy, but it'll be worth it in the end." Poe takes the offered seat so he can look at everything. It's what he does with any vehicle to get a feel for it, the controls were normally the first thing.

"You may have to do that. Oh yeah? Maybe if she figured something out, if she's willing to help, asking her might not be a bad thing. I didn't know weaponry upgrades were a thing. But I guess you can't rule out everything." He hasn't been around long enough to figure out everything himself. Poe wouldn't know how to make a bolt, but there had to be something similar or substitute for it. Even if it's with nails, it's just a matter of placement.

His question gets a laugh - a real one, which she hadn't been expecting to hear from herself, considering she hasn't done it in a while. At least not around anyone but Fern. The thought makes her bite into the inside of her cheek so she doesn't get lost in thought, pushing herself to stay in the present. "Let's not freak the natives out more than necessary," she said with some humor. She didn't particular care what the natives thought most days, but lately, it had become a bit more prominently important.

Working out all the kinks, though - that's something she knows is true. She sighs, nodding in agreement. Asking isn't a bad thing, but Chloe's shit as asking for help.

"I haven't found anything close enough to fuel that would work well enough for internal. Figured steam is everywhere, though, and the expansion principles of chemistry seem to be universal in the literal sense." She glared at the engine then, though, poking at the pipes. "But it either doesn't turn right - hence the need for new gears, possibly - or it uh..." She hesitated, blushing a bit at admitting her failures, "... it... Blows up. Nothing huge! Just like -" She makes a small motion with her hands coupled with a noise that was clearly meant to imply small, slightly controlled explosion. "I've had to weld back together so many parts at this point, I swear I could figure out how to make the damn gears myself."

Hearing an actual laugh around here was nice for a change. Poe knew better than to scare the natives since the Rifters get looks to begin with. He's only an ordinary human man, there wasn't anything too special. One of the best pilots in the Resistance back home. Here? He had to try to fit in to the things he could. "It would be too much, huh? I'm sure we can gradually work up to that."

Poe knew asking for help can be nerve wrecking. But if there were people out with the knowledge. He'll likely ask them for the help instead of trying himself knowing it'll take longer.

"I come from a place with farther technology than steam too. We fuel starships primarily. Travel through space. Steam heats up and certain areas of the pipes could be getting too hot." He's thinking out loud in hopes that she may have seen or felt anything in that sense. "We all learn from our mistakes. The gears could be what you really need. But if it's overheating it could be bringing the whole thing out of whack." At least she didn't burn a tree or anything major from the sounds of it. "You probably could as long as you don't mind how long it might take with trial and error. If someone out there already knows though it could cut the time in half."

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