I walk through Mechanical House, pinching my nose carefully. While I'm glad to have a chance with... It smells. This place smells of potent mixtures of oils and other chemicals. A very harsh set of smells. The kind that, all in all, make me regret coming here. And I can't escape it at all, Mechanical House is so much more developed than Oddity House is!
Lots of metal pathways and painted-on guidelines. Nevermind the amount of wall-mounted medical kits and other forms of health and safety, which are abundant. Though, beyond just the smell? I really wish I had something to block my ears with, too. It's so very, very noisy here.
Bangs. Clangs. Booms... They all just keep vibrating throughout the air. I can't let my jaw tighten at all, there's so many powerful shakes that anything but a loose jaw will break my teeth!
I'm almost too glad to reach the building I have to get to...
The world becomes so peaceful because of the doors, and I can feel the magic of the complex seep in. The air is suddenly clean of smells, and the noises are duller or gone completely. Especially the shakes! Everything has become so calm.
"Maybe next time I'll bring a scented candle?" I quietly laugh to myself over as I find myself slightly dreading if I'll ever return here. A scented candle would certainly make it so I'm not rushing through the factory-like area of Suhurlodst as a whole! I could actually try and enjoy how distinctly different and industrious Mechanical house is.
"Hey! Who are you?" someone calls out to me from a wheely chair, the group he's with stopping whatever their game is. I stop and look their way, looking over the tatty appearances, unshaven beards and rundown scalps left as hedges of prickly spikes. Whatever game they're playing, it calls for several sticks, one for each player, a few less balls and what can only be the worst-looking net I've ever seen. It's nothing more than an overturned bin with a torn plastic bag set up inside..
"I am Einervaene. I'm here regarding someone taking interest in something I submitted to the uniform people?" I recollect with some confusion, not being able to remember any names right now. Too many distractions have been overwhelming my mind and senses. Not just in Mechanical House's confines, either.
"Einervaene... Uniform... You lot got any ideas?" one of them asks, his eyes tracing my current outfit.
"Einervaene!? Hold on!" someone calls out from a little further on, beyond the game. He stumbles out of his room, dragging all sorts of rubbish with him. Several coils of wire and tubes wrapped in various colours of thread.
"Are you the one I am meant to go to?" I ask him, stepping around the other people and their paused game. Then, it happens. A sudden court of trailing whistles as my heels click on the floor. A degree of attention that leaves me spontaneously flustered, slightly pink and my ears full of comments regarding my legs and rear. One of them is even smug about the fact I had walked past him while he's sat on the ground and it gave him a... Pleasant upwards view.
I try to focus on something else, I try to think of it in a different manner. I'm just being praised, that's all that's happening. It's all just a little bit of embarrassment from being praised. Like how I feel when the teachers compliment me on how quickly I'm learning...!
He notices my reaction.
"Yes, yeah..." he goes, kicking everyone back into the room and closing the door before the conversation can settle in mind too clearly and openly.
"They're... Passionate." I struggle to comment, and he starts to gently nudge me along through one set of doors, and he shuts them with a loud bang. I linger, not sure what to do and he scurries off. I follow him for a hot minute into another room, and he keeps gathering an item or two before he puts them away. A process that keeps repeating.
He keeps going, seemingly losing his attention in all of the work...
"So what is it you wanted me to speak about? I know you stated interest in my request, but the teacher mentioned other details." I say quietly, not sure if he's in a position to talk. There's so many things out and about, and I can't tell what's simply clutter or a part of something more complex. Some cabinets smack shut while others come alive with energy and banging that settles in.
"Yeah, I showed interest in it. Wanted to do a little work on it as practice for other things I am making," he says, spontaneously stopping with all of the tidying and... Whatever it is he's doing. He kicks a nearby barrel away with a huff and sits down into a wheeled chair of his own. He tries to wheel on, but he doesn't get far before he needs to kick more items out of the way to part his sea of rubbish and clutter.
"Thank you for doing this, then." I say to him, stepping a little closer and placing the notetablet with all the designs by him. Just in case... His hands pick it up and he goes through it, a clean precision and understanding to his movements even with how quickly he flicks through it. He stops, fingers lingering on one of the tablets faces.
"Alright, I have one condition." he answers, and I frown as nothing of the sort was said before.
I hope it's not too big or drastic... I'm hoping to get it as I want it, "What is it?"
"I want to do it in black, not white," he answers quite bluntly, and my head tilts.
"Is there a reason for that? I wanted it to look as similar to this as possible." I ask, trying to explain it to him as I point out the clothes I've become accustomed to. Sudden waves of... Remarks aside. This outfit I got from Rianta-chira has a degree of nostalgia for me now, especially given how I arrived at Tryhpeltzweig.
"Because one of your statements is that you want runed metal attached to this new set of clothes and as you elaborated that... Lig... Lightning was your magic, copper would be best and copper does not work with white." he reasons, making me frown.
"Can't you just paint over the copper? Electroplate it or something?" I then ask him, his terms striking me as a very strange change. There are ways to get past this annoyance of his... So why does he not move to take them...? What concern is it of his, anyway, what colour my outfit is!?
His brow settles with clear frustration, "Look, do you want my help or not?"
I blink at his words. A frown tries to form, and then it does. His words are little better than a threat. A minor, insignificant threat, but a threat nonetheless.
A sigh simmers out my nostrils, "No, it's fine, it's fine. Is that all the changes you wanted to make?"
"Yeah, I can find everything else by just going to the necessary places. Are your measurements included?" he says, asking as his frustrations slip away as he goes back to the notetablet.
"Yes, I made sure to measure them with a friend." I answer as clinically as possible.
"All measurements?" he asks, his eyes staring intensely at my chest. A chest I move to cover with the nearest item I can until his eyes move away. They linger, and I fiddle with the item however I want.
"Yes, we made sure all possible measurements were written down." I answer, my voice straining slightly.
"Good," he answers, ploughing his chair through the mess of the room, "Copper... Lightning magic guiding... Black fabric... Uh... Yeah..."
He mumbles away, pressing several buttons on an immense, wall-spanning device. A few moments go on by, marked by clicks and taps filling the room from elsewhere. The main event comes in a flash. So many machines come alive with a sudden magic flow, and he idles about, going back to his cleaning. But nearly all of the magic is focusing around a single machine.