thechanged | PROBLEM SOLVERS

Scenario A - The Dining Hall

[ You may find the forge - now called Ember - around here quite a lot over the days following the vines' retreat. She's often pacing around the huge table on the floor, looking at its structure carefully; or scaling it, taking measurements and examining the table's edge; or sometimes using her power over metal to peel away large strips from the giant dinner plates set out for the residents. She's obviously busy, but she'll stop to talk if anyone cares to ask what she's up to. ]

Scenario B - The Hearth Room

[ Ember is often laboring away over her possession-body, using its heat to help craft the metal she's brought back from the dining hall as she'd like without having to use up so much of her magic to do it. She may be twining together long, sturdy cables of metal rope, or molding small chunks of metal into pulleys, or crafting rods into sharp and durable nails, or bending long strips of metal into a wire frame. When she's working so hard, she could probably use a reminder to take a break and rest sometimes. ]

Threaded | Flat

[The filly only woke up some small time ago, but already she's discovered an instinct to explore everywhere she doesn't quite remember from her immediate past. Granted, she doesn't seem to remember much of anything.

She pauses at the door of the hearth room. She hasn't spoken to any of these other... *things* yet. As a pet, she'd never needed to. But things are oddly changed now, and she feels drawn in to what this stranger is doing. It is far more interesting than galloping around the same bit of garden as usual, after all.

She crouches in the doorway, all her senses alert for intruders, and settles in with wide eyes to watch the apparent magic happening in front of her.]

Edited 2013-09-16 20:42 (UTC)

As Ember re-enters the hearth room, she's greeted with rather an unpleasant scene. Much of the wooden furniture has been splintered or scratched, and a couple metal items have been bent. A page moves busily about the room, setting objects in their approximate original positions and making faces at the more egregiously broken items. They look familiar, like they were one of the folks poking around in the hidden room a couple days ago.

"Hello," the page calls out gruffly. "You're the forge, right? I hope I didn't put any of this stuff back wrong."

The fire guy is leaning over the rim of a chair, watching the forge woman pace around and work on some sort of project. His chin rests on his forearms, the rest of his body stretched comfortably behind him along the chair. He watches her go for a while before calling out, "Building something?"

Edited 2013-09-16 21:39 (UTC)

The wooden boy has eaten his fill of messy fruit and giant biscuits, and clambers down from the table haphazardly, very nearly missing the girl walking around it.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't see you!"

[The sword had seen her working earlier in the hearth room, but his curiosity wasn't strong enough to lure him over to the forge, especially in his current state. Whatever she was busy with, he didn't need to know that badly. It was probably something boring anyway. Right. No need to investigate.

It's been a day since he returned, and he feels a bit more confident about scaling the dining table this time. Sore, rusty hands are better than stiff numb hands, right? Maybe? But he doesn't get a chance to test that, because when he walks up to the table he sees her there.

He stops, awkwardly standing at the foot of the table, unsure if he should stay or go. On one hand, he's hungry again, but on the other hand, the forge is there and he might have to talk to her. They haven't spoken since his first day awake, and he isn't too eager to change that.

But, in the end, hunger wins out. He takes a deep breath and digs his rusted edges into the sides of the leg, very slowly making his way up. He's not getting up there fast, that's for sure, but his grip is unsteady enough that he doesn't want to risk going any faster.]

[The statue had been keeping himself occupied clearing out debris in the great hall nearby when he slowly became aware of the rhythmic sound of metal on metal that had been going on for quite some time in the nearby hearth room. Someone, it was clear, was very busy in there.

His curiosity piqued, he made his way to the source of the sound, discovering the woman hard at work, the heat blasting away from her forge. He studies the assortment of already-forged metal, at a loss to its purpose. Some kind of pulley system, perhaps?]

What are you making? Um, if you don't mind my asking, that is.

[He stays a respectful distance away, close enough to observe, but far enough to be out of the way.]

Edited (Sorry for the extra edit, forgot to put in the day!) 2013-09-17 15:31 (UTC)

[Yui wanders into the room, take aback by the bright glow of fire and the way Ember works the metal with it. She's never seen anything so bright, and so amazing before, and she isn't sure how to respond beyond an exclaimed gasp of wonder.]

Wooooooow.

[Kale is lying on his stomach, looking over the edge of the table at his sister with a smile. He takes a bite out of his handful of bread and chews as he watches her pace.]

What, exactly, are you hoping to accomplish here?

[So, a tiger in the dining room. Not quite as poetic an image as a bull in a china shop, but perhaps a more amusing one? Certainly, there's a certain amount of schadenfreude to be found in him trying to build up enough momentum to get a decent amount of height and then scratching his way to the top.

...Mason is probably less amused, however, considering his repeated failures are leading to nice long claw trails all along that poor table leg.]

Stupid table!!!

Edited (derp) 2013-09-27 03:55 (UTC)

Scenario B

Hearth Room, Day 7

A // Day 8

A

A - Day 9

B, Day 8

B

A of course

A. pretend this was even vaguely on time......