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[color=bc8dbf][h1]Corrine Marchesi[/h1][/color]
[hr]Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Evening [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Weather:[/color] Light Rain [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Artificer Workshops[hr][color=734e66]◈[/color] [@Ebil Bunny]Manny Ryi [color=734e66]◈[/color][hr][/center]

[color=a8a9af]Racks of tools, assorted schemata, works in progress arrayed on tables at the many workstations and the slightly acrid smell of burning material that never quite dissipated no matter how clean the students kept the building. Just like any other day where she found herself a fair bit of free time, this was where Corrine Marchesi had sequestered herself away for the night. It was deeper into the strangely tortoise-shaped building that her own station was, having taken the course several times now and working her way through advanced artificery to show for it. While most of the other students seemed to have an eye for keeping after themselves and cleaning their workspaces, Corrine's was perpetually in a state of chaos from her constant tinkering and theory-crafting. Sheafs of parchment were stuck to each of the three walls of her station displaying an eclectic array of assorted schematics and assemblies blown up across disconnected papers. It was how her mind worked, shifting from project to project as she came up with new ideas, new thoughts on old concepts, new concepts entirely, and old concepts worked into new designs. Sometimes, like tonight in particular, she obsessed over particular things. An obsession spanning from a few days to weeks until the idea came to fruition or a rapid unscheduled disassembly.

This time was an older idea of hers, a hand on the table matching her skintone having been replaced by the one she was currently using as the right hand. Instead of the normal four fingers and a thumb there were an array of telescoping digits with clamps and vices to allow more fine and stable manipulation of her work. Distantly she thought she heard the door open, a sudden chilly draft easing through the building made all the more obvious by the lack of forges working. With the swish of her left hand the work-glasses came up and set into her loose black hair as she turned to regard her visitor. It took a long moment to recognize the ever-shifting and ever changing girl, especially as she seemed to have a knack for not looking her age, but the moment she opened her mouth to speak she knew it to be Manny. Like her, she was someone from outside the more 'normal' society of those more intrinsically tied to the parliament. She had often enough gone on about the [i]Free Peoples of Marthial[/i] to Manny, though knew better to ask too much about the Yharta, having glanced through a cursory bit of their history. Two quite different peoples, though proudly independent. In a way she felt like Manny was a bit of a little sister to her, with her own gift bringing her a share of problems like hers. Though she had to admit the lack of a pulse sometimes took her by surprise personally, and it certainly was an amusing time explaining to the healer from House Harold.[/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"Guoooooo....."[/color] [color=a8a9af]The sound of Mr Puff broke the initial silence between Manny greeting her and her own response, looking over to find the turquoise ball of fluff lurking underneath a stack of loose papers, smears of ink causing them to stick.[/color] [color=a187be]"Oh no."[/color] [color=a8a9af]Perhaps it really wasn't ideal to bring the gupoo along with her on one of her light night benders in the shop, but she felt like he would get lonely otherwise. So she reached down to free the adorable little puffball from his prison of paper and set him up on a nearby stool before directing her attention fully to Manny.[/color] [color=a187be]"Was the ball tonight? I thought it wasn't until next week... Ah, but your mask does look rather nice. I had planned on making one but-"[/color] [color=a8a9af]As if on cue she caught the glint of metal off to the side and reached over to clear up a bit of space, a featureless mask laying there propped up against one wall of the workstation.[/color] [color=a187be]"Oh, nevermind. I guess I already made it. Though I still need to go change if I'm going to actually attend, there was this thing I was working on here. That rotary mechanism I talked with you about a couple weeks ago? Had some more thoughts on scaling and material composition... Ah, right you're probably looking for the metal wire. Uhm... I think the professor recently restocked, so it should be with the rest of the supplies. I could probably work it for you if you need though, so let me know, yeah?"[/color]