why does nøthing ever turn out right

[exuviiated]

[By the time Aaron gets to his lodgings in the slums, he's determined that doing that... thing, with the Nox, was a very bad idea. He hasn't even had time to explore what his newly-acquired magic can do, and already he can hear loud chittering from the sewers and every dark corner. Well, louder than normal. But nothing attacks him, so he figures that's a good thing.]

[He plops down ungracefully onto the bed he'd luckily bought before the whole carnival fiasco happened, groaning, pulling a half-priced sheet over his face and scrubbing at it a few times before finally settling down.]

[And sleeping. For a solid six hours.]

[After that, he changes and heads out to find people. Maybe they'll know more about this than him-- and maybe they can pool resources. Which finds him running up to the next person he sees, apologetic smile already fixed to his face.]

Hey! Can-- do you have time to talk?

Testing - Robot Centaurs are hard, and broken bones are ignored by those who want to keep working.

[mechanacet]

<small>[Anyone close to the old observatory this evening can easily tell that something is happening over there, as there is plenty of bashing, crashing and general workshop noise coming from the makeshift workshop right outside it's entrance. The cause of the commotion, Daniel is working on a robot.

And not just any robot. Anyone who had met the man and his assistant/compatriot Cam can easily recognize the structure being built upon as the skeleton of a much scaled up version of the inventor's small friend. However, things do not seem to be going well with the construction right now, Daniel doesn't seem to have enough hands to do all the things he's trying to do at once, and Cam is nowhere near big enough to help in more than a fine detail capacity, which isn't what is needed right now.

As people watch, Daniel loses his grip on a rather large piece of metal shaped somewhat like a forearm. The piece of metal falls almost gracefully, right on top of Daniel's left foot. With a cry of pain, the young inventor sinks down onto one knee, clutching his injured foot. Cam detaches themself from the innards of the robotic centaur, a section in the chest which looks like something could fit in there once the thing is complete, and scampers on over to an already open medical kit. This appears to have not been the first injury Daniel has dealt to himself today.

Someone could probably do a better job of patching Daniel up than Cam, purely because the poor robot just isn't very big and doesn't have the right size hands to help Daniel take off his boot and help set the young inventor's broken foot. That piece of metal was apparently rather heavy indeed, or just fell in exactly the wrong way. Now might be the time to step in, before the idiot manages to hurt himself further.]</small>