open; when the others blocked your light

[monomachy]

Who: Diana & anyone!
When: May
Where: Free Cities, Horizon
What: Questing, eating, training, messing around with magic and moth hares
Warnings: TBD




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[monomachy]

While the Amazons as a people have achieved some marvels of innovation and technology, they are still limited to the resources they have on the island. Diana can only imagine what sorts of things their scholars and artisans would come up with if they had access to everything here in Cadens. Diana never took much of an interest in the sciences during her education, and sometimes regrets it, now that she's here. But all she can do is wander around the labs and visit the museums, trying to learn as much as she can now.

Diana looks up as well, brows raised. "You cannot?" She's also curious. All she's heard since these little things were dispersed around the city is their high-pitched screeching. "It's incredibly annoying. Very high-pitched." Matter-of-fact, but without malice. She understands their purpose well enough, even if they are irritating to her.

[enduringkestrel]

Cassandra huffs a soft amused laugh. "I cannot, I'm afraid. I'm fairly keen of hearing... and I hear nothing." But, this gives them an advantage, working with this little contraption. At the very least, Diana will know when, or if, they manage to figure out what's wrong.

[monomachy]

Later, Diana will stew on that; she learns something new about mortals every day. For now, she cocks her head to one side, listening to the pitch of the working machines and comparing it to this one. "It is too low," she offers. "Perhaps something in it needs to be tightened?" Isn't that how you tune an instrument? She isn't really sure; she's always liked listening to music, but creating it was never her focus.

[enduringkestrel]

Cassandra watches her curiously as Diana listens to something she cannot hear. That is a very good suggestion. "Oh, that could very well be it," she murmurs thoughtfully, turning the machine over in her hand, with nimble, gentle fingers. "Like the volume's turned down. If that's the cause... it's simply a matter of figuring out how to retune it."

She doesn't yet move to make adjustments. She doesn't know the intricacies just yet and she doesn't want it to blow up in their faces.

[monomachy]

She's relieved that her explanation makes sense. While Cassandra continues examining the machine, Diana plucks another one from their allotment and presses the button that activates it. After hardly a moment, she says: "This one sounds right." She holds it out in her palm. "Perhaps you can compare them?"

[enduringkestrel]

Cassandra very carefully plucks the working device from Diana's palm, and begins carefully studying it, turning it over in her hand. Comparing it to the other. Looking for something different. It takes her a moment, but she finds it. "Oh," she murmurs softly. "Maybe that's it." She returns to the quiet one, turning it over until she finds what she's looking for. Then she carefully, with nimble, graceful fingers, fiddles with it for a moment.

She looks up at Diana. "How does it sound now?"

[monomachy]

Diana doesn't mean to stare, but the work is so delicate and Cassandra does it so well that she can't help herself. There are some on Themyscira who delight in making small creations, for practical or whimsical purposes, and she wonders if Cassandra would like to meet them some day.

But before she can ask, the device starts to make a high-pitched sound, almost exactly the same as the functioning one. A smile breaks over her face, and she nods. "That's it! That's the right sound. It's perfectly annoying."

[enduringkestrel]

Oh, Cassandra would LOVE meet them someday, were Diana to ever mention it to her. It would be wonderful to meet other inventors, other tinkerers. (Besides her brother.)

She grins, a little proud that she'd managed to figure out the unfamiliar device. Without it blowing up in her face. "Perfect!" She sets the now-functioning insect and its friend back with the rest of their allotment. "Let's get them in place, shall we?"

[monomachy]

She's just glad they were able to figure out how to fix it; she would have hated to take it back to the scientists at the university, broken. Diana picks up their little basket of devices, and points towards a little courtyard between two of the lab buildings. "I saw some of the moth-hares gathering there yesterday evening. That seems like a good spot."

[enduringkestrel]

Cassandra's gaze follows where Diana points, and when she sees that it's the courtyard, she nods. "I agree. Let's start there and we can work out where to go next after. One place at a time." She looks down at the basket. "I think we have more than enough devices."

[monomachy]

That sort of attitude reminds Diana of home, and her smile warms. Almost any task is better when it's done with another person, and while this may not be the most exciting project, that doesn't mean it has to be tiresome. As she moves towards the courtyard, grateful for the shade offered by the few trees there, she looks down into the basket. "Do you think we will even be able to place all of these?" They hadn't been assigned a terribly large area to cover, and there are a lot of little machines.

[enduringkestrel]

Cassandra looks down at their basket, and can't help but laugh. "That I'm not sure about. We do have an awful lot of them. But I suppose it's better to have our little corner very well covered than to end up with some little portion of it uncovered and moth hares able to run amuck in it. Possibly spreading to another less-protected area."

[monomachy]

Well, when she puts it that way, how can Diana argue? With a little laugh of her own, she sets the basket down and scoops up a handful of the devices, careful not to crush their delicate wiring. "Then I guess we'd best get started, so we aren't here all night."

[enduringkestrel]

Cassandra grins. "Probably a good idea." She scoops up a handful of her own, carefully, gently. It wouldn't do to break one of them and have to figure out how to fix something more complicated than their volume. (Not that she doesn't want to pick one apart and figure out exactly how they work but it'd probably be bad form to break one just for that.)