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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
« Reply #15 on: May 16, 2014, 08:03:57 pm »
Golden kept nodding as Star told her about Tech Tock, clearly interested to see the place for herself. "I have never heard of it, but you've managed to grab my interest. I'd be glad to pay the place a visit. After you're done with your meal, that is." Golden looked at the direction of the kitchen, but didn't see any movement there.

Golden was getting more and more interested to visit this "Tech Tock". Having contributed her entire life to work with all kind of machinery, she simply could not pass a chance like this. And she was eager to meet this "Inventor" Star mentioned.

"Looks like your order is done." Golden said when a unicorn stallion sailed out from the kitchen carrying with him a tray that had one hayburger, fries, glass of water and a rather large cup of coffee on it.

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« Reply #16 on: May 17, 2014, 08:21:11 am »
"Grand!" Star cheered when Golden agreed to visit Tech Tock, pleased with herself to have enticed somepony else to check out the workshop. Whether it would provide anything lucrative, and whether or not the visit would go without a hitch was yet to be seen, but it was at least worth a shot, right? She nodded once with a satisfied smile when Golden added on that it would be after the meal, then resigned herself to waiting patiently for the meal to arrive--which incidentally happened to be moments later. She turned her smile to the waiter who returned with her food, before looking to Golden as she picked her hayburger up. "You'll have to excuse me if I don't really say much while I devour this burger... I'm quite ravenous right now."

Then with that, she dug in, wolfing the meal down as etiquette was thrown out the window--perhaps somewhat strange for a mare with her appearance, but she didn't particularly seem to care. This continued until there were only a few fries left in the container, the burger had been completely devoured, and most of the water had been drained from her glass. When it was all over, Star burped quietly behind a hoof that covered her mouth before saying, "Delicious. Thank you, Golden. I'm ready to get going to Tech Tock, if you are. Out of curiosity, is there anything you had in mind that you might like to see created? Or anything you need repaired? Or perhaps something you might like modified or upgraded?"

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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
« Reply #17 on: May 17, 2014, 08:25:30 pm »
Golden grabbed her coffee from the tray, but it was left alone and to idly float next to her as Star's rather humorous way to consume her meal got Golden's attention. She watched amused as Star, who to her knowledge and assumptions was a noble pony, devoured the hayburger and the fries in no-time. "Wow... You must have been really hungry..."

After Star thanked her, Golden remembered her coffee and with one sip drinked all of it."Don't mention it. And yeah, i'm ready to go." At the question if she had anything she needed to be created, fixed, or maybe upgraded, Golden tapped her muzzle few times before she said. "Well... I don't really have anything... Except my wrench..." Golden collected what ever trash was left on the table, crumpled it and threw it in the trash. "Let's get there first. I can try to think something on the way." Golden hopped down from her chair and went to the counter to pay for their food. She returned shortly after, ready to leave the cafe and to go see this mysterious paradise called Tech Tock.

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« Reply #18 on: May 18, 2014, 07:45:21 am »
After Golden's suggestion that they get to Tech Tock first before trying to figure out anything Golden might like done, Star nodded in agreement as she slipped out of her chair. Satisfied with a meal now in her stomach, Star patiently waited beside their table as Golden went to pay their bill. When the mare returned, Star turned and lead the way through the streets of Canterlot, the trip there mostly uneventful. Some minutes later, Star stopped outside of a building before turning to Golden. "I must at least warn you before you go inside: some of the machines in there might try to give you a hard time. I've been trying my best to convince them not to mess with ponies like that, but... Well, the point is, they're not dangerous. I think they just like playing pranks. And yes, I am well aware of how crazy this sounds. Regardless... Welcome to Tech Tock," she said with a smile as she opened the door and ushered the mare inside, not sure what the welcoming box would do today, or what Haywire was doing inside just yet.

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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
« Reply #19 on: May 20, 2014, 10:33:45 am »
The welcoming box, going rather simple today considering its usual shenanigans, was lying in wait for anypony who would near the door to the workshop, the two mares who approached of course entering its range since they were headed inside the building itself. When at the door, a hatch on itsfront that was new to the ever changing box would unlatch and fall forward with the accompaniment of what sounded like a short but chipper tune played on a horn as ribbons fell out of the hatch and tiny balloons took this opportunity to escape from the box and into the open air, a few of them being in a group and carrying with them a small sign reading "Welcome to Tech Tock!" that dangled below them as they slowly ascended with the added burden.

Inside the shop, its owner wasn't immediately visible, though the sound of something clanging further in did give a hint as to where he was and what he was doing, though, given his pretty unexplainable ability to somehow always notice when somepony entered his shop no matter where he was or what he was doing inside, it would probably only be moments before the clanging ceased and he hurried to greet his visitor.

In the mean time, the machines nearest the entrance studied the new pony with a critical eye, the shop, in their opinion, starting to become quite crowded these days. Some started to sound out bloops and having a counter sign of bleeps be given in response as a few others appeared to turn themselves on, the grinding of gears and grumbling of machinery starting to fill the large main room of the workshop as one particularly large invention shaped like an hour glass had a disk positioned onto its top half spin suddenly for a reason that would only make sense to the machine itself and probably the pony who made it that way. The spin seemed to accomplish little in the immediate moment, but it did allow for the metal bird that was resting motionless on the disk to be tossed away and clang across the floor as it came to a rigid stop half behind what looked like a crazy modyfied ice cream dispenser.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the clanging in the shop fell silent beneath the new conspiratorial whisperings of the many inventions present, though the excited thudding of hooves that replaced it clues one into why.

"Hi, Star!" Haywire greeted with loud enthusiasm, popping out from behind an odd centrifuge type dealy that reminded some of a metal weeping willow tree, "And hi, new visitor! Is this a friend of yours, Star? Welcome to Tech Tock! Remember to watch for falling plushies and rifts in space and time while navigating the workshop, please. There's also a chance for sudden snowfal in here today, so I hope you're ready for any kind of crazy weather changes!"
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
« Reply #20 on: May 21, 2014, 07:00:58 am »
Golden raised her eyebrow, not sure what to make of Star's warning. She got slightly startled by the welcoming box, that suddenly presented it's little welcoming ceremony. As the balloons with the sign slowly floated upwards, Golden followed it with her eyes for a moment before she opened her mouth to say something, but closed it shortly after without actually saying anything.

Once they stepped inside, Golden heard weird beeping coming from various machines there. It was almost like they we're having a conversation, though she had problems in locating the source for every sound the machines we're making. Golden kept looking around, trying to be ready to dodge any possible... "Thing" that might happen. She yelped when something flew throught the air and with closer inspection she realized that it was somekind of metal bird. Golden's surroundings were both fascinating and a little scary, though mostly because she had no idea what all the machines were up to.

The sudden stop of sounds and noises the machines had been making, made Golden even more nervous, but that was quickly replaced with utter confusion with Haywire's geeting to them. Golden had a amused look on her face when Hay warned them about Rifts and... And falling plushies... The warning about snowfall made Golden to take a look outside. Seeing how the sun was still up and was keeping the normal, at least to this point, summer day warm, Golden turned back to Haywire and said. "Ehh... Hi... And thanks... For the warning i guess..." Golden was starting to get suspicious about the falling plushies. Maybe they were filled with rocks, or metal scrap. Why else would he warn them about such a silly thing. "I'm Golden Gear and, well..." Golden looked at Star, expecting her to take on the conversation from there.

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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
« Reply #21 on: May 21, 2014, 08:07:26 am »
Not really all that surprised these days by whatever the welcoming box had for its greeting, Star just watched with an easy smile as the balloons floated out of the box and into the air, the 'Welcome to Tech Tock' sign lazily following behind the rest. When it all had 'ended', Star lead the way inside the shop and towards where all the machines had already begun to communicate with each other--no doubt about Star and Golden. "Haywire~, come out here?" she called out to the workshop, knowing he was likely involved in some busy work of some fashion. However, when Bubo was thrown off the top of the hourglass, Star gasped before trotting over to pull him out from behind the machine, followed by her gently cooing to him as she held the mechanical bird close to her chest.

She carried the bird back over to Golden just as Haywire jogged towards Golden, offering him a smile in greeting as he forecasted the day's hazards. She then glanced to Golden when she spoke in response before quickly picking up the cue that Golden gave her as she kept the conversation going. "And I just recently met her at a cafe; she was very generous by offering to pay for a meal for me. She works as a miner--and is stretching herself much too thin in my personal opinion--and when I started talking about Tech Tock and how the only limit to what you can create is imagination, she got really interested in coming here to see. She hasn't been able to come up with anything she'd like to see created, upgraded, or repaired, though... So I thought maybe you could just show her around, see if there was anything that piqued her interest--unless you could think of something new yourself."

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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
« Reply #22 on: May 24, 2014, 11:52:43 am »
Bubo, wrapped in the comfort of Star's embrace, was beginning to loosen up as introductions were made, though the metal bird did seem to be going through a particularly nasty lock up as he remained mostly stuck in his current position without the ability to move entirely. The melt he could manage right then was small movement of his head, which he of course took full advantage of so as to give Star a small nuzzle in greeting.

Haywire beamed a somehow larger grin in Gear's direction after both a name and a kindness was associated with her, "its a super pleasure to meet you, Golden! Dunno what you're looking for or what you'd want to see? Can't say in sure I have a lot of stuff that can help when it comes to mining, though I suppose one or two of my gadgets around here could be redone up to juggle its functions. Course, unless you like to mine in your free time, I guess that doesn't really help, huh? Hehe. What kinds of stuff are you into? Or are you open to just finding something silly and giving it a try just from hep fun it might be?

"I'd love to show her around the shop!" Hay said, this time directing it to Star as he did an about face and trotted a few steps away to stand next to his hourglass shaped... thing. "We can even start right away! Just let me know if you think of anything that might narrow down what were looking for, or if you get any ideas. I love ideas! Anyway, let's start with this here machine I whipped up over the last few days. Now, I'm not sure yet, but I'm starting to get the sneaking suspicion that it may have something to do with time. So, logically, it only makes sense to assume that its a time machine." The goggled pony claimed, placing a hoof onto the metal shell of the supposed invention, "right now its not too impressive though as it can only go in one direction - forward - and at only one exact speed - one second per second - through time." He finished this with a small giggle, showing that, no, even he knew it wasn't an actual time machine and that he was just playing around with this one. Truth be told, he wasn't entirely sure what this particular thingamabob was going to end up being. Maybe some kind of mixer? The top discy dealy seemed to enjoy spinning. Maybe he should attach some mixer doodads onto it...

"Hmm... What to show you... What about... Oh, you know, I did pull something out of storage the other day that I was dusting off to see what you thought of it, Star," Hay informed, him glancing over his shoulder and towards the center of the room where conspiratorial whispers were once again being exchanged, "Maybe I could show both of you? It's kinda smaller than everything else around the shop, so I hope you dont mind if I don't wow you with something huge and incredible right away?"
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« Reply #23 on: May 30, 2014, 06:52:22 pm »
"Well i'm not literally a miner. I'm the pony who's job is to keep the machinery running. I'm the mechanic there." Golden explained to Haywire, before the stallion moved next to the hourglass looking device that Golden was pretty sure caused that metal bird to fly through the air earlier. Hay's description of the hourglass made Golden slightly confused. The machine looked different from a hourglass, but it was just an... ordinary clock? She decided not to question it, since this Haywire was supposed to be an inventor, and all these machines and their insides were unknown to her, at least she assumed so.

This mysterious invention grabbed Golden's interest. She looked at the inventor, waiting for him to lead them to the invention, while answering to him. "Not at all." Golden waved her hoof dismissively. "Sometimes the greatest things come in small packages."

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« Reply #24 on: June 03, 2014, 12:39:13 am »
Nodding slightly, Star defaulted to listening to Haywire after he agreed to show Golden around the shop, knowing now there would be very little for her to do. As Haywire talked about the machine beside him and how it was a "time machine", Star continued to nuzzle and stroke the metallic bird she held against her chest. A light smile played on her lips at Haywire's final explanation of the hourglass, though she continued to remain silent--at least until he mentioned there was something he wanted to show her. Arching a brow, she glanced over to him and gave a shrug as she said, "I don't think that'd be much of an issue, Hay. You know you make some incredible things, regardless of size. Lead the way, though; I'll gladly see what it is you have to show us."

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« Reply #25 on: June 16, 2014, 10:14:32 pm »
  "Okie doke!" said Hay, spinning on his hooves to begin a lively trot towards the center of the room, "It's a bit of an older toy of mine that never took off or ever really got past being a simple prototype, but I still like to bring it out every once in a long while whenever I feel inspiration to tinker with it a bit or can remember where last I lost it."

  Bubo, finally managing to return to being more than a statue of metal with a mass of clicking and whirring insides, loosened up enough to finally move his limbs, the mechanical avian snuggling up against Star with a light coo then wriggling free so as to flutter up and land on her right shoulder and start examining the new mare with a curious eye. He gave a clicking chirps hello as his inner workings continued to work through its issues, a sudden extension of his right wing displaying his current mild but annoying struggle to regain full control of himself for all to see.

  Leading them deeper into the workshop whose occupants of metal and grease continued to growl and murmer in attempted hushed tones - these failing to be very hushed in the slightest as their creaking and grinding was probably loud enough for somepony outside of the shop to pick up on - Hay weaved and navigated past both fancy looking doodads and twisted piles of junk until they arrived near the center of the main room for the shop, a moderately large table situated next to a particularly large and ruined... uh... metal suit? It wasn't clear anymore exactly what that thing was/is/was meant to be, a chair of some sort that was stuck into its middle being the only clue as to what crazy idea Hay had managed to conjure up when he built it. Whatever it might have once almost been the metal junk heap was not what Hay had brought them here to see, it merely taking up space and leaving a crescent of open space around the table as well as being disregarded by the green stallion as he circled around to the other side of the table across from the mares and propped his front hooves up so as to lean forward towards them, his muzzle hovering over the real invention he wanted them to see.

  resting on a triangular shaped base, flat on the bottom but with hill like curves on each of its three ends that dipped back down into a crater like center was a glass dome. Inside the dome was a silver sphere set atop of a thin metal rod - it appearing as if it had no right to be able to support the weight of the ball - that was planted into the center of the base.

  "Here we are!" Hay proudly clarified, Bubo fluttering up off of Star's shoulder and elevating himself up to the same level as the shoulder of the defunct metal pony thing so as to watch from above, "This right here," a hoof tapped the glass of the device as he spoke, "Is what I like to call the 'Thought Theate', or just 'TT' for funsies. Its something I thought up when I was bored one day and wondered what the average pony did for fun. I figured that, in a pricey place like Canterlot, a lot of us are just stuck with daydreaming and using our imaginations, right? So what could I make that could make that even better?

  "This!" the front hooves of the little inventor were held out to again present the thingamabob he'd built to the others ponies, "I wanted to make something that could let you watch your daydreams and imaginary what have you! Here, I'll show you."

  And so he did, his hoof pressing against a button located on the nearest end of the TT's base and, of course, mixed in among a few other dials and dealies that may or may not have served a function. At the press of the button, a tray ejected from bellow the assortment of switches and twisty things that had an indentation pressed into it resembling the shape of the average ponies hoofprint, Haywire doing what it was obviously instructing as he pressed his own lightly onto the tray. Almost immediately Haywire felt the usual odd sensation of what felt like a slight siphoning of heat from his leg, through his hoof, and into the invention, it having been a funny feeling back when he'd first been working on the Theater but quickly being shrugged off by the inventor now that he expected it. As if the heat he felt was leaving him was being used to heat the sphere within the glass dome, the silver ball began to look less and less solid, eventually changing from a clearly solid ball into an odd looking rippling sphere, something one might see if a skilled unicorn were to successfully levitate a small amount of water without having it splash around and onto everything.

  There the now evidently floating ball sat as if waiting for something to tell it what to do next. Haywire, having been waiting for this moment and actually showing a fair amount of focus as he'd watched the sphere eventually liquify, then moved on to the next step, his eyes finding their way upwards as he stared up at the ceiling of his home and tried to conjure up a detailed thought that he felt would serve well enough to show off his whosawhatsit. a few seconds passed as he thought, his tongue even being stuck out at one point as he focused, before he started to become satisfied with his thoughts and started to simultaneously pour mental effort into defining and pouring detail into his blurry and wavy imaginary scene and watch the liquid silver within the dome as it started to change.

  Imitating what it was picking up on, the tray Hay's hoof was pressed against grew warmer as the Theater got to work, the silver liquid splashing down onto the glass keeping it contained then swirling around as it processed what it was trying to do. Settling down, it stopped its frantic wash of the dome after a few energetic seconds and started to form a plain to serve as its canvas, the liquid then splitting and moving around as it formed shapes and figures that were glued down onto the plain as if they were game pieces on a board.

  The scene being organized was one of a party being held outside if the tree was anything to go by. A table decorated with sweet treats and set up by a fountain was currently being raided by a small pony with goggles while others around him talked and mingled. It didn't take too long for the stage to be set - the Theater even going so far as to try and fine tune a few things on its own such as adding small patches of what looked like grass here and there, though they tended to dull out after only a few moments due to it not being quite perfect - but once it was ready it moved on to its most impressive feature.

  Everything began to move.

  The fountain sprayed silver water, the ponies speaking showed body language, laughed and clapped, and the stallion with the goggles munched happily on the candies and desserts available for his enjoyment.

  The detail on everything, like with the grass, wasn't quite right, everything appearing slightly off like, for example, the table cloth over the table not blowing in the same breeze that the tree swayed to, but it sure was doing its best.

  Hayewire glanced between his invention and the mares, eager to hear what they thought.
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« Reply #26 on: June 24, 2014, 10:03:02 am »
Golden looked at Star's direction when she heard the metal bird from earlier chirping. She gave Bubo a small nod as greeting, accompanied by a small grin when Bubo's mechanisms caused his wings to have a mind of their own. Golden assumed that the bird was okay, and didn't need any immediate care, judging from Hay not really having a reaction to his little crash from earlier. Star seemed to be worried though...

Golden eyed the machines and inventions surrounding them, making strange noises, like they we're having a heated conversation about something. She tried to shrug it off, but they still managed to bug her. But even with that many things there looked fascinating and Golden would have loved to get a look of their mechanisms and inner workings.

Once they arrived to the room Hay spoke of, the first thing Golden saw was the strange looking metal... armor... suit... chair...? That must have been a piece of that modern art culture Golden had heard of, scrap statues and "rainbow" paintings and all that stuff. However, The small device got her full attention when Hay indicated that it was the invention they were there to see. After Hay gave them a short description, Golden gave him a nod both as response that she understood the description and that she was listening.

As Hay operated the Thought Theater, Golden's expression changed from interested into fascinated, then into confused, then slightly skeptical, before back to fascinated as the now liquid orb began to form shapes and scenery inside the orb. That was not the grand event though, as the figures inside the orb began to move. Golden's mouth dropped open as the scene was playing inside the orb. Her first reaction was to look at Hay, to confirm that the inventor was indeed an earth pony like she had seen him to be in the first place. Next she collected her thought and closed her mouth, only to open it again and asked "How...? did you...?" Golden never finished her sentence, before shortly looking back at the sphere. She raised her hoof, indicating that she was gonna say something, but instead turned to look at Star, to see the reaction the other mare had.

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« Reply #27 on: June 25, 2014, 08:49:11 am »
Star's gaze briefly turned over to the bird that flew onto her shoulder and gave a quiet giggle as it chirped and struggled with itself. Her gaze then moved past Bubo and to the various inventions they passed, earning them a wary look from her as she wondered what it was they might be plotting. She knew this was something she'd have to get them to stop if she was to help get Haywire's business off the ground... but she had no idea where to start. There was the option of talking to Haywire, but there presented the possibility of him not knowing what to do either, or perhaps just not seeing it as big a problem as she did.

Having been exposed to most of what was already on display, however, she didn't quite look around with any kind of awe or intrigue. Instead, she simply followed Haywire into the middle room where he kept this invention he was to show them, her brow arched slightly when she realized she hadn't wandered into this particular part of the shop before. Still, she pushed that out of her mind and focused on the invention Haywire wanted to show off, a look of mild confusion and interest worn on her face as she tried to figure out what the contraption was for. The name that was mentioned--Thought Theater--gave the impression that it was to display one's thoughts and memories. She supposed she wasn't all that far off when Haywire explained its purpose, despite the fact that he said it was only for daydreams and such.

When the stallion pressed his hoof to the tray, seemingly to activate, Star watched with bated breath as she waited for some kind of display, only to slowly exhale after a few moments of nothing happening. She came close to clearing her throat and speaking up to ask what was going on, but shortly before she did, she noticed that the ball had actually turned into something much less 'solid'. Intrigued, she raised a brow a bit as she leaned slightly closer to the device, only to have that intrigue multiply when she began to notice shapes forming in the dome of the 'theater'. She wasn't as much captivated by the fact that it was a scene being displayed--photographs served much of the same purpose and were likely much more 'permanent'--what really wowed her was the fact that she was looking at something Haywire thought of. For all she knew, this could very well have been one of his memories.

What made it all awe-inspiring for her in the end, though, was when the whole thing began moving. She gasped quietly when the ponies began to animate and various things in the scene began to billow against the wind. Her jaw dropped as she examined every little thing, her awe over the scene in front of her making her care little for the 'mistakes' that were made. "Haywire, I told you size didn't matter. This is... amazing. Beyond amazing. I've never seen anything like this before in my life. Can you imagine how fun this would be to watch? And how useful it would be, especially in the hooves of a pony with an eidetic memory? In fact... What if we used this somehow as a way to help generate interest in the workshop? It would have to be patented first, of course, but... What if we showcased this somewhere? You'd have all of Canterlot a-buzz with talk of the Thought Theater. Maybe this could even net you some sponsors and funding..." she murmured in thought, then started walking.

She stepped around to the other side of the table, getting close enough to Haywire that she accidentally brushed against him as she examined the invention from this new perspective. "How does it work? How do you make it show the scene like this? And is it something the both of us could give a shot?"

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« Reply #28 on: June 27, 2014, 02:04:01 pm »
Hay beamed a nearly blindingly bright smile at the mares as his invention left one seemingly speechless and the other with apparently only good things to say about it. Giggling over Golden's reaction, Hay listened to Star as she gave her opinion, though her ideas about how popular the Theater could become and how helpful it may prove to be in generating an interest in his workshop weren't so likely in his opinion. This was due to how when he'd first built the Theater he'd utterly failed to get anypony's attention with it at all. There was a reason this was the only one he'd ever built, and why it had never gone beyond a prototype phase, even if that reason was just his own personal failings when it came to business.

Regardless, Hay only kept his giddy smile strong as Star praised his invention and every time he saw the look on Golden's face he couldn't help another amused giggle. It wasn't until Star joined him on his side of the table and brushed up against him did that change, though it was only briefly. His smile stayed strong, as was natural for the often happy pony, but his head lowered slightly and his ears twitched as if about to pin back. His giggling shifted to a quieter "hehe", and his free front hoof found its way to his goggles where theyb adjusted their place over his eyes unnecessarily while also partly obscuring his eyes that shyly flicked between his invention and Star.

Mere seconds were needed to shake it off, Haywire bouncing back from the brush when Star inquired as to how his invention worked, Hay tapping the side of his head in thought, though the scene in the dome appeared unaffected by his now divided attention.

"Well... hmm... See... um... How to explain it... The gervo next to the whirly dish takes the information that the tray's oleptinode scans from the user then kick starts the bumper brdges that then start too wash the sphere in the dome while the pitapatter in the base and under the dome starts shooting off its rays and..." this sounded like nonsense. Even Hay himself knew it this time. How the Theater worked was extremely difficult to put into words that would make sense to anypony, even the pony who actually knew how it worked found the explanation to be often times silly and nonsensical so...

"Uh... hehe... Maybe I can just dig up my notes I had on it and we can check those out later for a better explanation. Maybe. As to how to use it, all anypony would have to do is put their hoof on this tray here then focus their minds on the scene they want to see. Then, you take what you have in your head, and just put it in the dome... Which might sound wierder than it is. All you do is just imagine that what you see in your head is what you're seeing with your eyes and focus on the silver in the glass. The Theater does the rest. For example!" Hay focused back onto the scene in the dome of his invention, more specifically the table of treats the goggled pony was continuing to graze at. A few seconds later, and everything on the table had been replaced with pizza, the silver being used even attempting to emulate the long and stringy cheese stretching between slices and the mouths biting into them.

Hay was starting to become hungry... Unrelated to his invention, yes, but a side affect of his current thinking about food that was becoming slightly distracting...

"Oh, and one more thing," he began to add, thoughts of dancing ice cream cones in his head being shaken out, "don't worry about keeping up the scene in the dome by staring at it the entire time. As long as you plant the scene in, my invention can keep it going by itself until either you decide to change it yourself or you take your hoof off of the tray. Wouldn't have been any fun if you had to stare all intense at it the whole time instead of watch and talk during it, right? There may be a few hiccups if you neglect it for too long though since this is just a prototype... That table might turn into a big pizza if I ignore it..." ... though that may actually be kind of cool now that he thought about it...

"As for giving it a shot, if you mean the both of you then of course! if you mean more than one pony at once, then no, unfortunately. There's only one tray on the prototype, so the closest anypony could get to using it together to build a scene would be if somepony first thought something up then the next pony used recreated that same scene themselves but changed or added something to it and they both kept taking turns like that.

"You both can definitely have turns though!" assured the inventor, the little green stallion nearly bouncing on his hooves in anticipation of what the mares could come up with while using his invention, "In fact, I insist! Oh! Lets let our guest go first!" the hoof that had been on the tray was removed, the scene within the dome slowly flattening out while the silver began to form into a puddle at the bottom of its container as Hay spun the Theater around so as to allow the tray to be within the reach of the mare Star had brought to the workshop, Hay figuring it only polite to let their guest have the first go since he and Star could mess around with it all day if they wanted to.

"Oh, and one more thing. As I'm sure you noticed, the Theater never reached a stage in its development to include sound and color, so don't be surprised if you think up something really loud or colorful and just get another quiet stage of silver. Or... well it can kinda play sound if I mess with it for bit, but it wasn't very good quality and came off as just annoying in its current build." Hay added before again noticing how close Star was and rubbing one of his front legs with his now free hoof and giving another quiet and slightly nervous sounding giggle.
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Re: Being Made of Gold Must Be Nice.
« Reply #29 on: June 28, 2014, 04:51:16 pm »
Golden mostly remained quiet, listening Star and Hay discuss, and Hay while he began to describe hot the Thought Theater worked. Golden was able to pick bits and pieces of information from there, but some of it sounded like Hay just made it up. Golden gave nods to Hay as response as he gave a much more understandable description on how the machine works. She also got interested in giving the invention a try after seeing the little pizza trick Hay did for the scene he had planted inside the dome earlier and was already thinking on what she could possibly try to visualize inside the orb.

Golden snapped out of her little "daydream" as Hay spun the Theater around for her to try it first. She wiped her hoof on her coat few times before placing it on the tray like Hay had done earlier and began to think of an image to portray inside the orb. Golden got slightly worried about the strange feel on her hoof, but assumed the TT being safe and didn't pay it any further thought. She was clearly struggling trying to make something form inside the Theater, but after a while of trying the silver liquid started to form into one simple shape, that vaguely resembled a foal. Golden suddenly retracted her hoof from the tray, pulling few deep breaths before giving Hay and Star a sheepish look "Just a... cramp... That's it. I'll give it another try..."

This time Golden changed her visual image completely. She placed her hoof on the tray again, feeling the same feeling from earlier. The shape of a foal changed completely into what looked like a wrench. After the TT had finalized the single tool currently inside the dome, the wrench began to make slight changes to it's form, looking like a pickaxe for a moment before changing into something that looked like a logging axe. Golden took her hoof away from the tray and looked at the ponies on the other side of the table. "Looks pretty good." She said, looking back at the Theater.

 


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