- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Sci-fi, fantasy, magical, modern, Steampunk
Tatterdemalion:
"Well, I thank ye for your kind an' generous offer," Tatterdemalion said, not in the least certain that Leigh's intentions were either kind or generous, given that his initial plan had been to rob the woman with the motorcycle, "but me home is in the--" Bethany spotted the urgent situation outside, unlocked the door and headed out. "By your pardon," Tatterdemalion said with a flowery curtsy, then followed Bethany outside to watch her back while she assisted the wounded female soldier. Before she could reach her side, a man in a similar uniform ran up, shouting "Em, you're not allowed to die on me dammit!" He started shouting orders about covering him while he moved the woman into the house. He was clearly quite shaken up. Either he'd forgotten how to say 'please,' or he simply decided that he didn't want to take the chance that they'd say 'no.' In either case, Tatterdemalion didn't want to be on the wrong side of an agitated soldier with an automatic weapon, so she kept her sword in a low guard position and watched for ghouls as they returned to the house with his injured comrade.
Back inside, she started to feel distinctly uncomfortable. Too many people, with too many guns. Still, they seemed like decent people. If she could help them navigate their way from the wreckage of the Old World to the birth of the New, she could perhaps make at least a part of that world a better place.
"Is there anythin' ye need? If ye name it, I can go in search of it."
Briar Rose:
Briar Rose had kept her shooting confined to the zeds furthest from Ramon, so that if she missed she wouldn't hit him by accident. She regretted that for a moment though, when one of them came dangerously close to scratching him. To her great relief, he dodged the attack and brought the zed down. Then he was back, with a laugh and a compliment for her marksmanship.
"Thank you," Briar Rose said, blushing. As requested, she covered him while he tinkered under the car, downing a couple straggling zombies. If he gets the car running, then what? I won't be able to keep up with the Lion, she thought. Tow it behind? While he worked, she started pondering solutions to the problem. Seat belts could be cut out of vehicles and fashioned into a tow rope, but would there be enough length? Some of the cars would probably have jumper cables, and perhaps bungee cords. But I'm not sure if the Lion would do well at proper automobile speeds. It's not designed for that, she thought, then her contemplation of extracting useful things from cars started to range beyond the present situation.
If enough car batteries could be obtained, they could be connected together to form a power source--for a DIY welder, perhaps, if welding sticks could be obtained from a hardware store. I really should find a way to learn how to weld. Books? How to re-charge the batteries? A wind turbine made from an automobile fan and generator? Probably not very efficient. The generator would be useful, of course, but a proper wind turbine would require a mast or tower and guy wires. Then there would be the matter of creating the blades; they'd need to be quite a bit larger than an automobile fan. She'd seen a YouTube video once where a man cut wind turbine blades from a large PVC pipe, but Briar Rose wasn't sure she'd remember what she'd seen well enough to replicate it, especially without the powered tools the man had used. A Savonius type, perhaps? Find some oil drums, cut them in half, mount the halves to a shaft...
Or, they could be lined on the inside with aluminium foil, with black-painted PVC pipe or copper tubing placed at the focus, run some water into the pipe for a solar-thermal steam generator. With luck and time I might be able to make a Tesla disc turbine--
"Aha!" Ramon said, pulling Briar Rose from her thoughts. He emerged from under the car brandishing a squat cylinder. To her surprise, he handed her the ball bearings.
"Brilliant! I hadn't tried going after automobile bearing races. Thank you! I do have some steel shot, but I save it for when I need range most. The rocks are more easily replaceable. Though I suppose a decent hardware store might have all manner of bits I could use, like hex nuts and whatnot, and standardized weight and shape would be a plus. There is a town a few miles that way," she said, pointing. "Not too far from where I used to live," she added softly, with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Well, I thank ye for your kind an' generous offer," Tatterdemalion said, not in the least certain that Leigh's intentions were either kind or generous, given that his initial plan had been to rob the woman with the motorcycle, "but me home is in the--" Bethany spotted the urgent situation outside, unlocked the door and headed out. "By your pardon," Tatterdemalion said with a flowery curtsy, then followed Bethany outside to watch her back while she assisted the wounded female soldier. Before she could reach her side, a man in a similar uniform ran up, shouting "Em, you're not allowed to die on me dammit!" He started shouting orders about covering him while he moved the woman into the house. He was clearly quite shaken up. Either he'd forgotten how to say 'please,' or he simply decided that he didn't want to take the chance that they'd say 'no.' In either case, Tatterdemalion didn't want to be on the wrong side of an agitated soldier with an automatic weapon, so she kept her sword in a low guard position and watched for ghouls as they returned to the house with his injured comrade.
Back inside, she started to feel distinctly uncomfortable. Too many people, with too many guns. Still, they seemed like decent people. If she could help them navigate their way from the wreckage of the Old World to the birth of the New, she could perhaps make at least a part of that world a better place.
"Is there anythin' ye need? If ye name it, I can go in search of it."
Briar Rose:
Briar Rose had kept her shooting confined to the zeds furthest from Ramon, so that if she missed she wouldn't hit him by accident. She regretted that for a moment though, when one of them came dangerously close to scratching him. To her great relief, he dodged the attack and brought the zed down. Then he was back, with a laugh and a compliment for her marksmanship.
"Thank you," Briar Rose said, blushing. As requested, she covered him while he tinkered under the car, downing a couple straggling zombies. If he gets the car running, then what? I won't be able to keep up with the Lion, she thought. Tow it behind? While he worked, she started pondering solutions to the problem. Seat belts could be cut out of vehicles and fashioned into a tow rope, but would there be enough length? Some of the cars would probably have jumper cables, and perhaps bungee cords. But I'm not sure if the Lion would do well at proper automobile speeds. It's not designed for that, she thought, then her contemplation of extracting useful things from cars started to range beyond the present situation.
If enough car batteries could be obtained, they could be connected together to form a power source--for a DIY welder, perhaps, if welding sticks could be obtained from a hardware store. I really should find a way to learn how to weld. Books? How to re-charge the batteries? A wind turbine made from an automobile fan and generator? Probably not very efficient. The generator would be useful, of course, but a proper wind turbine would require a mast or tower and guy wires. Then there would be the matter of creating the blades; they'd need to be quite a bit larger than an automobile fan. She'd seen a YouTube video once where a man cut wind turbine blades from a large PVC pipe, but Briar Rose wasn't sure she'd remember what she'd seen well enough to replicate it, especially without the powered tools the man had used. A Savonius type, perhaps? Find some oil drums, cut them in half, mount the halves to a shaft...
Or, they could be lined on the inside with aluminium foil, with black-painted PVC pipe or copper tubing placed at the focus, run some water into the pipe for a solar-thermal steam generator. With luck and time I might be able to make a Tesla disc turbine--
"Aha!" Ramon said, pulling Briar Rose from her thoughts. He emerged from under the car brandishing a squat cylinder. To her surprise, he handed her the ball bearings.
"Brilliant! I hadn't tried going after automobile bearing races. Thank you! I do have some steel shot, but I save it for when I need range most. The rocks are more easily replaceable. Though I suppose a decent hardware store might have all manner of bits I could use, like hex nuts and whatnot, and standardized weight and shape would be a plus. There is a town a few miles that way," she said, pointing. "Not too far from where I used to live," she added softly, with a hint of sadness in her voice.