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[color=aa88bb]Manny Ryi[/color][/h1][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 Workshop[hr][color=734e66]◈[/color] [@Alfhedil]Corrine Marchesi [color=734e66]◈[/color][hr][/center]
	[color=a8a9af]Manny took a peek at the project held in Reiny's artificial hand (that kind of reminded her of a bird's foot) and saw what looked like two oddly-shaped cylinders stuck together.  She'd heard enough from the student engineer to know that "rotary mechanisms" made things turn, and that sticking them to other bits would let machines move in all sorts of different, non-turning ways.  She, however, couldn't quite remember what Reiny had said "a couple weeks ago" about them.  Was it that materials with more friction let the mechanism be smaller and still turn bigger things?  No wait, wasn't friction bad?

	The younger girl decided to keep quiet about having forgotten and instead focused back onto her own project.  Her friend had offered to help, which was very nice and Manny was sure Reiny could make something really amazing, but it wouldn't be the same as doing it herself and so she turned it down.
	[color=aa88bb]"Keip doin' wut yer doin', Ah goddit!"[/color] Manny waved and scampered off to retrieve the wire.  The artificer girl's designated workstation was close to the back of the building, where the extra tools and material stocks were stored, so it was easy enough to still carry the conversation while she looked around.  They just needed to speak louder, which Manny had no qualms about.

	[color=aa88bb]"Ah ferst thoaght ta' make mah maisk lak a Skagait Keiper's, but Ah coodn't fahnd any waht feathers,"[/color] Manny called back as her eyes travelled up and down the metal shelves holding a variety of tools and supplies, [color=aa88bb]"Aind ther's no [i]way[/i] Ah cen get sheills for an Oceangait's.  But Ah saw these pointy leives end thei're great!  They don' look lak ainy of th' stoery daincers' maisks, but Ah lak 'em.  Oh... Ah geiss ya don' hav stoery daincers if ya don' celebrate the Dawckin' Feistival..."[/color]

	When the girl found what she was looking for, a shelf covered in spools of wiring of many different materials and thicknesses, her voice trailed off.  There were definitely more to choose from than she had been anticipating and she needed a moment to think.  Eventually, she selected the thick copper wire, as the orange-y color looked to go well with the green leaves of her mask.  She returned to Reiny, spool in hand, and nabbed a pair of wire cutters.  Everything ready, Manny gripped the end of the wire between her teeth and rotated the spool with her hands to unravel it.  While she did so, she examined the mask Reiny had leaning against the wall.  It was a simple shape of polished metal, merely molded to fit over Reiny's eyes if Manny were to guess.
	[color=aa88bb]"Eit's beiry shah-y, but et's a wieddew blain, ai' it?"[/color] she attempted, the wire between her teeth making her words even more incomprehensible than usual.

	After freeing a good length for a couple antennae, Manny carefully cut twice to get two wires of equivalent size.  She then held the segments up to her forehead to feel how they would look when attached to the mask.  They were a bit long, but if she did any reshaping then they would shorten anyway.  Manny then turned to Reiny.
	[color=aa88bb]"Wha' d'ya thenk fer th' tops?  Cur'ly? Squieggly? Put sum'in on 'em?"[/color] she asked, wiggling them for emphasis.[/color]

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Translations:
[color=a8a9af]Reiny - Nickname for Corrine[/color]
[color=aa88bb]"Keep doing what you're doing, I got it!"
"I first thought to make my mask like a Skygate Keeper's, but I couldn't find any white feathers,"
"And there's no [i]way[/i] I can get shells for an Oceangate's.  But I saw these pointy leaves and they're great!  They don't look like any of the story dancers' masks, but I like them.  Oh... I guess you don't have story dancers if you don't celebrate the Docking Festival..."
"It's very shiny, but it's a little plain, isn't it?"
"What do you think for the tops?  Curly? Squiggly? Put something on them?"[/color]
Current Appearance:
[color=a9a8af]158 cm (5'2'') with short black hair, brown eyes, and light skin, barefoot and wearing a fluffy white shirt with a matching but dirty skirt.  Her butterfly mark is clearly visible.  Slightly damp.[/color][/hider]