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."

[fm_elric]

Ed sighed and braced himself, silently praying that Susan wouldn't ask for a closer look. The last thing he needed was Winry stripping him down to his boxers in the middle of the hall just to show off her work.

"Munitions?," he asked, trying to steer the subject away from anything that might lead to him being forced into a strip tease, "What part of it? Composition or actually launching it?"

[usethepoker]

Susan vaguely recalled seeing Ed's automail hand before--it was one of the things her amnesia had semi-wiped, but at least she knew she had. "What is it, exactly?" she asked, leaning forward to peer at it. "I've never seen anything like it."

She looked up at Ed. "A little of both, really. My friend and I are trying to make a type of bomb, but neither one of us knows a thing about the actual 'bomb' aspect. We know what we want it to do, just not how to make it do it."

[deadlywrenches]

Winry grinned proudly and tugged Ed's arm closer to the other woman. "It's automail. It's like a prosthetic arm, only better, because it's connected to his nerves, so it's way more responsive."

[fm_elric]

"A-ah, well, there's always nitroglycerin," Ed replied to Susan, trying to ignore the way Winry was pulling him around, "It isn't that hard to make- well, it has the tendency to blow up if you sneeze the wrong way near it, so that might not be good..."

[usethepoker]

"It's actually connected in to the nerves?" Susan knew very little about prosthetic limbs--the things used on the Discworld were pretty damn primitive, unless you wanted to risk the rest of your body going to a wizard--but she had a vague idea that even on modern Earth they weren't that complex. "How is that possible?"

"Nitroglycerin?" she asked, belatedly. "I think I've heard of it, though I can't remember where. Is it really that volatile?" As much as she wanted something that would go boom in a very big way, she didn't want it going boom inside.

[deadlywrenches]

"Yep," Winry said, positively glowing. "There's a surgery to connect the nerve endings to cables that connect to the port, and that connects to the actual automail limb," she said.

"Oh," she leaned closer to add quietly to Ed, "If I hear about you playing with nitroglycerin, I will become very unhappy. So don't."

[fm_elric]

"I won't be playing with it," Ed whispered back, "You don't think I know what I'm doing, huh?"

He looked back up at Susan. "Well, maybe a sneeze setting it off is exagerrated, but you wouldn't want to drop a bottle of it."

[usethepoker]

Susan's knowledge of surgery was largely limited to that performed on the Discworld (which was enough to make even her queasy), and various stories Stephen had told her (most of which sounded little less gruesome). She knew it was much more advanced on Earth, and clearly in wherever Ed and Winry were from it was more advanced still, if it could do things like that.

"It looks like it would be hellishly complicated to put together," she said, still inspecting it. This was the sort of thing that would absolutely fascinate Miles, she thought.

She looked up at Ed again. Neither she nor Stephen were clumsy, but the same could not be said of Shaun, and she didn't really want to run the risk of blowing all of them up because Shaun made a careless move with his cricket bat. "Probably not a good idea, then," she said. "Something that doesn't blow up quite so easily would be a better bet."

[deadlywrenches]

Winry turned Ed's arm over to show Susan the other side as she smiled. "It's a little complicated, but it's more than worth all the work when I see my automail helping people."

[fm_elric]

"Ah, what about gunpowder- hmmm, but then you'd have to worry about igniting it," Ed mused aloud.

[usethepoker]

"Did you invent this?" she asked. Good grief...she didn't think even the wizards in the HEM could have come up with something like that.

"I'd thought of gunpowder, actually, but as you say, I have no idea how to make it ignite. A friend and I actually came up with something that sort of worked, but we were both terrifically drunk at the time, and now neither of us remembers how we did it. By the way," she added, "if anyone offers you something called a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster, don't drink it. I don't know just what's in them, but they're terrible."

[deadlywrenches]

"I didn't invent it, no. My grandmother taught me, and I worked with her on Ed's arm and leg." Winry said, and smiled over at Ed. "But now that it's just us, he'll have to put up with just having me as his mechanic."

[fm_elric]

Ed grinned softly and kissed Winry's cheek. "Not that I mind," he murmured.

He turned back to Susan. "I dunno, you could always just use alcohol and have a fuse to ignite that."

[usethepoker]

Susan smiled. "It's a good thing he's got you," she said. "I know that Ed's told me about you before, but my memory is a little...patchy...so I'm afraid I don't recall much. I think he did explain a little about the automail, though."

Hmm. "How could you time it so that it wouldn't go off too soon?" she asked.

[deadlywrenches]

Winry tangled her fingers with Ed's, still smiling softly as she looked back to Susan. "We're both lucky. And I love talking about automail, so if you have any other questions, just let me know. And if you bring me that remote control you mentioned, I can try and fix it."