Homeless, new to dreamwidth

[girlygearhead]

Mundane. That's what I'm supposed to call you huh? Let's not get started on how weird this is, because I really just don't want to go there.

And honestly? The horned, grey-skinned loser you have me stuck with over on tumblr really is all the weirdness I can take right now. Apparently uprooting me from my life, home, job and throwing me onto some freaky alien planet filled with monsters and trolls and concrete wasn't enough for you. You need to find fresh tortures for me over here too? There isn't even any proper food there.

You really must hate me. Can't I just go home. Pet my dog. Build more automail.

You don't even have a game to "app" me to. There's no point in being here.

No love,
Winry

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[sivalesvendetta]

Be glad she doesn't have anywhere to send you. You're better off that way.

[girlygearhead]

I'm sure I am, believe me.

[Ugh seriously why are we even here]

Uh. Nice to... meet you?

[awkward offering of hand?]

[sivalesvendetta]

[Wow hey, Winry, this is this guy just kind of taking your hand and very delicately kissing the back of it.]

A pleasure, I'm sure, Miss...?

[girlygearhead]

[WHY? SHE IS SO NOT USED TO THIS.]

Rockbell. Winry Rockbell.

[She's doing her best to not be extremely flattered but she totally is. She never gets the lady treatment! It's probably the grease smudges on her face.
Oh uh... what's the line?]

Pleasure's all mine, er, Mr...?

[sivalesvendetta]

[Where he comes from, it's quite becoming for a lady to have grease smudges on her face.]

Sturmvoraus. Prince Tarvek Sturmvoraus.

I really do sympathize, you know. I too had quite the stagnant period in dear_mun for a time.

[girlygearhead]

[Sounds like Winry's sort of place! Sign her right up for that. Is there mechanic's equipment involved?]

Prince! Of where?

[He's certainly more refined than the last prince she met...]

If stagnation means no more creepy deserted planets, then I guess it isn't so bad... I just wish I had work to do...

[So she's a workaholic. What's wrong with that.]

[sivalesvendetta]

[Well of course there is. You can't very well have Europa without the mechanics that keep everything running.]

Sturmhalten, which I'm almost entirely sure you've never heard of. Multiversal theory would assume so, anyway.

[girlygearhead]

[She's sold. How soon can we get there and who does she have to threaten to make it happen faster.]

You would be correct! I have no idea where that is. Multiversal theory huh? So I'm guessing you don't have alchemy where you're from?

[He didn't seem to be an alien at least, so that's an improvement.]

[sivalesvendetta]

You do?

[Color him intrigued.]

Sparks in my time have certainly spent years trying to make alchemy scientifically possible, but you simply can't make gold out of cheese. Yet.

[girlygearhead]

Well yeah!

... Oh! Not that kind of alchemy! Alchemists are scientists. They memorize elements and draw diagrams that let them "transmute" different things using the properties the substance has.

[She stops and makes a face.]

Ugh I'm starting to sound like Ed.

[greymelee]

Hey, what's wrong with grey skin?

oh my gosh we share a birthday!!!!

[girlygearhead]

Nothing, inherently! It's the alien freak the grey is attached to.

[Hush now, Winry, we all know you're fond of him. Now be polite.]

You uh... You're not a troll too are you?

Re: oh my gosh we share a birthday!!!!

[greymelee]

Nah, human. Albeit one permanently stuck in a techno-organic alien suit.

[girlygearhead]

A what now?

[Can she move in closer to get a better look, because that's what she's going to do.]

[greymelee]

Techno-organic. A melding of technology and biology. A little like a cyborg, only the connection between the two goes much, much deeper.

[The technology part is more obvious around the forearms, largely in part due the metallic carapace armor and energy projectors that grow out of the skin there. The rest of his body is covered in a grey, fleshlike substance, though there are still hints of the underlying tech smattered here and there, like the fact that Grey's eye seem to be glowing slightly."

[girlygearhead]

Oooohhhhh!

[Oh jeez, now you've set off her technogeek. She's all starry eyed and smiley and definitely up in your space, sorry. She just really wants to know more!]

How do the mechanic parts integrate with the nervous system? What is it made of?

[Don't mind her just gently touching the place where the energy projectors grow out]

This integration is beautiful! It's like the machine itself is organic!

[greymelee]

You kinda reached the extent of my knowledge on the whole subject. I'm a bit of a science geek, but the technology's kinda beyond me.

Plus there's the whole fact that the suit plugged into my nervous system, so any real in-depth testing would probably seriously hurt.

[girlygearhead]

[She's a little disappointed, but she's still on a bit of a tech high and she's not done ogling yet.]

How long have you been integrated? What kind of maintenance does it need?

[Sorry she's kind of forgotten about you, she's busy nerding out about bionics. She can be reminded you're there, but she'd really rather just have her questions answered!]