Open Post: Curiosity

[sporesprouter]

Tress is, as she often is, in her workshop. However, what she is doing in her workshop is not even close to her usual activities.

Instead of her usual array of spores and sprouter's gear, she has found some more standard tools which are sitting on the table next to a rubber mat that is holding... a toaster. She secreted one from a kitchen that isn't particularly used. To the side are a couple books from the library as well as her open notebook.

She turns the toaster upside down and starts undoing some screws on the bottom of the case.

After all, the best way to figure something out is often to gain practical knowledge.

Comments

[sporesprouter]

"Feel free to! Just keep in mind that my capable hands are doing something very new here, so I might completely break something. I'll just try not to."

[timebethine]

"I beheaded a hammer the other day," says Laertes ruefully. "I tried to claw up a nail, and the handle surrendered ere the nail did."

[sporesprouter]

She can't help but laugh. "Oh no. Did you fix it?"

[timebethine]

"Ay, but I wouldn't trust if if any I loved stood by." He pauses a moment, considering. "What would happen if we left a broken tool in an empty room for some days? Would we find it broken, whole, or not at all?"

[sporesprouter]

"Well, there is absolutely one best way to find out."

[timebethine]

"We'll have to vary the complexity," says Laertes. "My broken hammer; thy toaster. Or, if thou hast other plans for it, we can always break another."

[sporesprouter]

"No, we can absolutely try both. Maybe something in the middle of the two, also."

[timebethine]

"A lamp?" Laertes suggests, ignorant of the technical complexities of the lightbulb.

[sporesprouter]

Tress, being just as ignorant of light bulbs, nods. "That might work!"

[timebethine]

"There's one in my room I won't miss," he says. "I'll return anon." Then he jogs off to fetch the bedside lamp, and returns a moment later to set it down on the worktable.

"I had a thought, while I wrestled this free," he says, giving the plug a little twirl. "What, if two objects were destroyed by different means? One smashed, the other carefully taken to pieces?"

[sporesprouter]

"That would also be fun to test, but then if only one got fixed, how would we know if it's the complexity or the way it was destroyed?"

[timebethine]

"Hence," he says, "the second toaster."

[sporesprouter]

"Perfect." She smiles. "Good experiment, I think."

[timebethine]

"But this, thou hast so neatly disassembled," says Laertes. "For what I plan, we require violence. Hast thou any skill with a hammer, Tress?"

[sporesprouter]

She grins. "I haven't really needed to find out, but I think I'd like to try."

[timebethine]

"Thou marvel," he says with a broad, flashing grin. "Come, I know a kitchen that's often empty. Let's to our crime with haste." Then he's off, beckoning Tress to follow.

[sporesprouter]

Tress follows at his heels, only just repressing laughter. Part of her wonders if she should have grabbed her notebook, but she decides it probably won't be necessary if she just writes everything down later.

[timebethine]

The room to which Laertes leads her is more like an office breakroom than a true kitchen--it has a sink, a coffeemaker, a toaster, and a microwave, as well as a refrigerator that emits a gentle hum. "Here," says Laertes, disconnecting their prize from the wall. "Let's outside; mine own hammer's closer to hand.

And then it's back out to the boat shed, where Laertes will fetch a stout claw hammer and present it to Tress as though presenting a knight with a sacred blade.

[sporesprouter]

Tress takes the hammer and hefts it a bit, testing its weight. "All right. Want to take turns, um, disassembling it¹?"

¹ Percussively.

[timebethine]

"Ladies first," says Laertes, and sets the toaster down on a flat rock.

[sporesprouter]

Tress nods and grips the hammer firmly, carefully lining up her swing before bringing it down and leaving a fairly good dent on the bridge between the bread slots.

[timebethine]

"Well done!" says Laertes, clapping. "Now, let me turn it on its side--"

He winds up with all the force of a man who's spent the last week pounding recalcitrant nails, and then slams the hammer down hard enough to stove in one side of the toaster completely.

[sporesprouter]

Tress laughs. "Oh, amazing!"

She then flips it over and lays another decent blow on the opposite side, which crumples fairly well, as the blow Laertes had given it has already drastically weakened the toaster's structural integrity.

[timebethine]

"Thine enemy swoons! No blood on either side; should it not recover, 'twill be a victory to Tress," says Laertes. "Now, once and for all--bring the hammer down upon thy foe!"

[sporesprouter]

She swings once more and nearly replicates her last hit. A few assorted components clatter out of the underside.