Open rp: Winry fixes things!

[deadlywrenches]

Because Winry was a mechanic, the frequency of having something to work on largely depending on other people bringing her things to fix, but since getting married most of her time had been spent with Edward, and she had made very little progress in the 'consumer relations' category

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[fm_elric]

Ed stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of Winry's sign. "I wondered where you were," he said, leaning over the wooden counter, "If you wanted to fix something that badly, I could have just broken my automail for you."

[deadlywrenches]

Winry lifted a wrench from the cloth and waved it menacingly at him. "Are you sure you want to be saying things like that while I've got all my tools lined up right here?"

[fm_elric]

"Saying things like what?," Ed asked, oblivious.

[deadlywrenches]

"'I could have just broken my automail,'" Winry quoted, still waving the wrench in his face. "How many times have I told you to be careful with your automail?"

[so_strong_sad]

Grins unnerved Strong Sad. Since he couldn't at all wrap his mind around the concepts happiness and cheer, he figured that if someone was smiling that widely, there had to be some sort of ulterior motive...probably involving a dodgeball and his own face.

But the prospect of having damaged items repaired halted him in his ambly tracks, and he heaved a great sigh before turning to face Winry.

"Can you fix broken souls? Or at least calligraphy pens that have been snapped in two?"

[deadlywrenches]

"Broken.... souls?" Winry repeated, and decided that she had never seen anyone who needed a cup of hot chocolate and a hug more than the person standing in front of her. "Well, um, n-no, I can't fix souls... and I can't really fix pens either, at least not if they're damaged that badly..."

She turned to Ed, who was still sitting next to her (she also had the feeling he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon), and patted his leg. "Ed might be able to, though. He can fix all kinds of things that normally, you couldn't."

[fm_elric]

"Snapped pens? That's easy," he said, holding his hand out for the aforementioned calligraphy pen, "Just let me see them for a second."

[so_strong_sad]

Most people didn't carry their broken calligraphy pens with them. Strong Sad, however, was definitely not most people -- which, in fact, was a common subject of his lyrical ruminations (which is just a polite way of saying ridiculously emo poetry).

He reached into his...somewhere (it was quite unclear whether Strong Sad was wearing pants or if the darker gray aspect to his lower half was just pigment of some sort -- and beyond that, whether Strong Sad's pants/lower half bore any pockets)...and produced several fine-looking calligraphy pens and held them out to Ed.

"My brother snapped one of them in half with his boxing-glove hands. The others were broken via saw, chainsaw, and flame from a cigarette lighter." Indeed, one of them appeared to have come apart due to some sort of melting action.

[bantersucks]

((Assuming some of Winry's tools are pretty universal and that she's got quite a spread. If he can interrupt while Ed's still there, cool, I just didn't want to interrupt the other ongoing thread! Victims of constant short jokes unite.))

Jaime was heading to the Great Hall when he passed the booth and stopped short. His eyes practically lit up at the sight of the tools Winry had laid out. "Whoa. I thought there weren't any mechanics here at Hogwarts." The other might have been implied; helping out his Dad didn't really qualify him as a mechanic, if you asked him.

He looked at the spread of tools, impressed but knowing better than to touch any of it. "What kinda repairs you specialize in? Engines? Heavy machinery?" Some of the tools he didn't recognize looked like some tools he'd seen for use with repairing farm machinery, so he kept the guess vague.

[deadlywrenches]

Winry's eyes glittered at the chance to talk to someone about what she did, and she smiled warmly at Jaime. "I specialize in automail, which is this," Winry said, and wrapped her hand around Edward's right wrist to hold his metal arm. "Though I'm not too bad with engines and other things."

[fm_elric]

Ed's hackles rose at the way she smiled at the other man and he barely noticed her mandhandling him in order to show off his automail.

[bantersucks]

Jaime, of course, was completely oblivious to anything Ed might have interpreted in Winry's smile. So he read the scowl as "what am I, your personal science project?" instead.

"Wow. Did she have to hook that into your nervous system?" he asked Ed, wincing sympathetically. He knew firsthand how much having something like that would hurt.

He caught himself, embarrassed for staring. "Sorry. I got here a couple months ago and people thought it was amazing I knew how to fix a car. I'm Jaime, by the way," he added, addressing both of them and extending his left hand to Ed to shake.

[self_actuated]

S.A.R.A.H. rolled up to the booth and opened one door so that people could hear her. "Hello! I'm S.A.R.A.H. I am not in need of repair at the moment, but I thought I would introduce myself in case I am in the future!"

[deadlywrenches]

Talking... car. Winry looked down at it with a slightly confused look, then ventured a smile. "S-S.A.R.A.H, hmm? Does that mean you're a girl.... car?" But then there was the prospect of working on a talking car, and excitement overtook confusion. "I would love to repair you, if the time ever came! Or even if you just needed a tune-up, it would be my pleasure!"

[self_actuated]

"I am programmed to maintain a female aspect, yes! Dr. Fargo says it's been scientifically proven that a female voice is more soothing to humans than a male voice." Not that that really applied to S.A.R.A.H. since her voice was... the male Dr. Fargo doing his best female impersonation, not that that was very good. "Thank you! I had been told that there were very few mechanics here, on account of the magic."

[deadlywrenches]

Winry grinned and leaned over the counter to look more closely at S.A.R.A.H. "I think that might be good for me, then. Now I'll get all kinds of customers," she said. "So, do you have a normal engine, like other cars, or is your technology more... advanced?"

[pullo_xiii]

Pullo was already two millenia behind on the subject of technological advances, coming as he did from the late Roman Republic. Additionally, he was far from the most academic-minded of people. Several weeks ago he had made an attempt to figure out the workings behind a clock in Slytherin. The experiment had not ended well.

So Pullo, upon seeing the booth and sign, hurried back in with the broken clock (which he had been hiding under the bed in his room) and set it down. It was a sad sight, with the case broken open, the hands bent at strange angles to the face. Gears and cogs and springs and all sorts of things with names that Pullo didn't know leaked out. "I think I may need a bit of help," he said.

[deadlywrenches]

Winry looked down at the clock, then up at Pullo, and nodded slowly. "Yes, I think that's a bit of an understatement. What happened to this thing?" She asked, poking through the pieces of the clock.

[fm_elric]

"Sheesh, what'd that clock ever do to you?," Ed asked, lazily looking up from his book at Pullo, his metal fingers tapping idly against the counter in front of him.

[pullo_xiii]

"Nothing! I just wanted to see how it worked, is all. I didn't know there'd be so many tiny parts and things. Couldn't get it all back inside."