newberktown | Fourteenth Flight. [text/action for Justice Farm.]

[Hiccup's trip had been pretty successful, all told. He hadn't had to spend the night in any woods, he'd repaid his friend for good deeds of the past, and he'd finally gotten to say a proper goodbye to the Other Father. Not to mention reunite an old pair, even if Ziva didn't necessarily remember her giant, nurturing owl. Needless to say, he's in a pretty good mood as he and Ziva make their way to the train station, and in sharing his good cheer, he purchases a nice, delicious-looking batch of cookies that he promptly forgets about. In fact, it isn't until they head down the street in the direction of Albert's home that he's reminded of it by the growling of his stomach, and Hiccup gets a few cookies in before disaster strikes.

A stomachache.

He arrives at the Justice Farm via Arcanine, Hookfang oddly compliant with his trainer out of sorts. Because now it isn't just any plain old stomachache. The dog is almost convinced that Hiccup is a fire-type himself, with that temperature! The boy is deposited onto the couch, where he curls up before sending out a quick text to the network--he's really not in any condition to filter it to the residents of the house.]

back in saffron hosue
ziva too

[...Oh dear, that's not proper sentence structure at all. And a spelling error? Horrendous. Any replies to that attack on the Pokemon Common Language will be seen to after he's convinced he's not dying. Which, with how he feels, mind end up being a while.]

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Yeah. [Another thoughtful pause, eying him. She wants to help, but she doesn't know what to do.]

Well want some company, at least? Or are you supposed to be sleeping?

Probably supposed to be sleeping, but... [He offers her a grin, and dares to sit up again. But seriously! He's fine!] Company would be great. Even with tetris and the network to keep me occupied, it's been pretty boring.

[She nods and settles down in a chair opposite him, sitting on the edge of it, still studying him as if looking for signs of what was wrong, aside from the obvious.]

How long are you stuck there?

Astrid, I'll be fine. [Yeah, he sees you eyeing him up.] Not sure... Maybe I'll even be alright by tomorrow. Depends what Albert thinks, I guess.

You just get sick a lot Hiccup. Maybe it's cause you're so thin. [Says the rail thin teen. But hey, vikings, so they think in terms of muscles and fat right?]

You're waiting on him to let you know? He'll probably forget you're here, doing some experiment or making fun of vikings or something.

Wha-- Hey, I don't get sick all that much...

[Not as much as when he was super itty bitty and inhaling all those workshop particles into his tiny, fresh lungs, anyway. Or tripping his way through the forest every day and getting scratched up.

Her opinion of Albert, on the other hand, earns her a chuckle.]

He's not so bad, once you get to know him--and I don't think he'd forget about me. Even if he does start to do experiments, there's some stuff in his lab that should remind him that I'm around.

[Hiccup got to help make things. c=]

I've only been here a couple months and you've been sick twice. [She points out helpfully to show how wrong he is.]

Maybe. Hopefully. Why, what's in there? [Astrid doesn't have the highest opinion of Albert after their first meeting.]

[Give him a few seconds do to some math here.]

More than a couple of months... You've been here for nearly half a year, actually.

[TIME FLIES when you are on a pokemon adventure in a world that frequently makes no sense.]

I helped him with some leatherworking after Thanksgiving. Muzzle-y sort of things for a project he's working on with poison spores and things. [If only Hiccup knew that that very same project was helping him heal up faster.] He gave me my own corner to work in, too, when I started working on Christmas--er, Snoggletog--gifts.

[Astrid blinks.] No way, it's only been like...[She hesitates.] Oh man. It really has.

[She nods at that. Keeping Hiccup away from making thigns was probably a bad idea.]

What all have you made?

[She can pretend to be interested since he's sick!]

[What a good not-girlfiend.]

Aside from those things-- [He's not about to ruin any Christmas surprises. What if someone walked in right as he explained his present to them?] --not too much... Mostly small things, like making repairs to my leg, since Hookfang chews on it all the time. [The Arcanine huffs softly from where he lays, but otherwise goes on ignoring the pair.] I started to make some wheeled shoes, but then we went to Olivine and Cianwood, so that was kind of put on hold. Saddles and things for some of my pokemon, but I haven't gotten around to all of them, yet. The collars for Night Fury and Shockflock... Oh, and Albert gave me a design for a machine that makes electricity, so I built one of those a while back.

[Yep, nothing too exciting... But Hiccup seems pleased to be able to share this information with Astrid.]

[None of that is particularly surprising, really. Hiccup wanting to ride anything large enough to hold him wasn't even a little bit surprising, frankly. But the last one.]

Wait, you can build one of those? I thought it all went through those wires on poles and stuff. And not the air. Or magic.

[Electricity is not magic, she has to remind herself a LOT.]

[Yeah, that was one thing he'd had to contend with for quite a while. What did they mean, Thor wasn't in charge of storms? Blasphemy and--oh, science.]

Sure. Electricity is energy, so when I turn the handle on the machine, it generates the energy needed to light up the bulb.

[Okay, that doesn't really make any sense to her, sorry Hiccup.]

Generates it how?

Well... [Hmn, how to explain this... It's not as if he's much of an expert, after all.] I know that when the magnet in the machine turns, it changes the magnetic field, which...creates electricity. If it doesn't turn, the field doesn't change so the light doesn't go on. Er...

[Damn it, he was going to snag a book on that Faraday guy when he was better.]

I guess an easier way to sort of think about it is, uh-- [And now he has to relate it to Astrid so she'll get it, argh.] Say you've got an axe. If you don't build up power--energy--with a swing, all that will happen when you let go is that it will fall. But if you build up the energy, then it generates a reaction. The axe goes flying, or in the case of the machine, the light goes on. Only, with throwing the axe the energy comes from the movement in your body. With the lightbulb, it's from the spinning of the magnet.

Does...that make a little sense?

[Astrid had the blankest stare when Hiccup was first explaining it, but when he sixed over to the axe analogy, she at least looks more interested. She tilts her head thoughtfully, though at the end she finally shook her head.]

Not...really, but I guess it doesn't matter. I mean, I sort of get the axe...thing. But no matter how fast I swung my axe it wasn't going to make a light go on.

[She just wasn't going to get this without a lot more studying, which she wasn't all that inclined to do.]

That's because the system--your body--wasn't made for that.

[Even if thinking up the right way to explain it is difficult, it's a nice distraction from feeling horrible.]

Like, if your running, usually the energy in your body is just used to make you go forward, since that's the system in place. But if we put you on a wheel, the energy makes the wheel turn, instead. If that wheel were then attached to a magnet, making it turn--and if the rest of the electricity machine were built there, too--then the energy in your body could be used to make a light go on. I would think, anyway...

[More blank staring.]

So...if I ran on a wheel...the light would go on?

Well, not a...random wheel...

[He doesn't know if she knows this or not, it's hard to judge through the fever.]

If that wheel was part of a large version of the electricity machine I have, sure. Don't see why not.

Fourteenth Flight. [text/action for Justice Farm.]

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