Hiccup Haddock (
newberktown) wrote2012-12-17 11:37 am
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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.]
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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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.]
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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.]
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Sure. Electricity is energy, so when I turn the handle on the machine, it generates the energy needed to light up the bulb.
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Generates it how?
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[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?
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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.]
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[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...
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So...if I ran on a wheel...the light would go on?
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[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.