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Post by cmd1095 on Apr 14, 2023 21:19:09 GMT
”…I’m starting to think maybe you shouldn’t be left unattended” Serena said as she stared incredulously at the closed fridge. How did this boy not get himself killed yet?
Her shock didn’t stop her from letting him out of the fridge though. She couldn’t help but feel she’d ended up adopting another problem child friend. She just seemed to attract the misfits lately… not that she could talk.
”you might want to install a device to handle that situation. You could be in real danger if someone isn’t around next time and you’re stuck in the cold” Serena said
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Post by ghostmytoast on Apr 14, 2023 21:51:03 GMT
"Heh! Yeah pobably." The pixie laughed, giving no indication that he had any plans of doing as she said as he pulled his bento out. It looked like it had been composed by taking tiny cuts out of bento from a convienence store, which with his size probably meant he had a fridge in his dorm room with a single convienence store bento in it that he planned to just eat from for who knows how long... And judging by how he seemed to haev zero regards for self preservation it was anyone's guess if he would bother to check if it had gone bad before cutting from it, and with his size one bento could last him a month at least if it didnt go bad... that was a big if.
Still, he took a big bite out of what looked like was probably some sort of fish before looking back up to Serena and talking with his mouth full. "Vee shood prolly mack soor et wokes." He noted through chews before swollowing, walking onto the laptop and jumping around on it to pull up an app and adding, "This is called musitech. It's the one I found works best with this sorta equipment based on research. Put on the head set there and and we can test the blue tooth and recording features. Let me know when you're ready and I'll show ya what buttons to press to record."
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Post by cmd1095 on Apr 14, 2023 22:21:34 GMT
Serena looked at the mini-bento and concealed her horror at the implications. Having been forced to subsist on food that was about as close to gone bad as you could risk, she knew the dangers this pixie-man was running all too well. She'd seen people killed by food poisoning before, the loss of fluids doing in their already fragile bodies. Would this guy be ok if he got sick from his food? He didn't have many fluids to lose in the first place at his size...
She was going to have her hands full keeping this one alive wasn't she... how was she going to handle this? She'd consider just swiping his bentos and replacing them with ones she knew were safe but they were too small to recreate them... she'd have to figure out a gameplan for keeping this guy alive somehow later.
For now though, what she came here for. She put on the headset and pressed the button to pair it with the equipment.
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Post by ghostmytoast on Apr 14, 2023 22:35:30 GMT
The computer dinged as the headset paired with the app. "Perfect!" Tony announced giddly as he started slowly tapping a couple buttons so Serena could see what he was doing. "This is gonna set which instrument you're using so it'll tune correctly. We're gonna select voice. This is the overlay setting here for when you record multiple instruments for a song. You can use it to piece 'em together and line 'em up right. It'll walk ya through it step by step the first time ya use the feature so you'll be golden there. To set what the tempo and key is you use these two settins here. Lets stick to 4:4 in C to keep it easy... and cause that's the max of what I know for music." He chuckled at his own lack of knowledge on a subject he just built an entire machine for. "For now, let's just try recordin' somethin' and playin' it back. So we just go here, and click record. It'll give ya a count down and then you're off to the races! Ready!?"
Once Serena gave her approval, the tiny tinkerer would hit the button. She would see an eight count counting down before cuing her in to start her recording.
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Post by cmd1095 on Apr 14, 2023 22:57:03 GMT
"I do have a friend who's an expert with this stuff, she'll probably handle most of the mixing, but it'll be good to know in case she's busy." Serena said as Tony gave the explanation "if we're testing this thing though, better put it through it's paces. Let's see which of my songs is going to have the most difficult notes to record..."
Serena flipped through a notebook in her bag, apparently she'd written quite a few songs already, and someone else had written sheet music and notes to add to them. Serena found one and read it, then her face paled a bit. "Chloe what the fuck, I don't even know if I CAN hit that note... guess it'll do for testing the machine though... I swear that girl is trying to kill me." she said mostly to herself as she entered the settings for the recording program. "alright, fire it up... and hope I don't hurt myself trying to do this."
Serena would belt out the first line of a song, ending off with a crazy high note that demonstrated pretty clearly why she needed actual quality recording equipment and not the cheap stuff she could afford as a regular teenager. After she stopped recording she coughed a bit "note to self, warm up exercises before attempting that again, yeesh."
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Post by ghostmytoast on Apr 14, 2023 23:14:38 GMT
"Holy fucking shit balls, girl!" Tony exclaimed at the last note, though didn't seem to have any oppinion one way or the other about the music itself. He tended more towards rap and r'n'b. "Any other normal ass lopper woulda peeked way lower than that. Let's hope this one didn't." He then looked over, realized he was still recording and blushed a bit before stopping it. "Woops," came from his mouth for at least the third time that day at the realization, but he didn't seem to care much.
Demonstrating as he went, he hit the play back button to see how it went. Not only did the mic pick everything up beautifully and transfer it flawlessly, but it sounded exactly like how it came from her mouth. It was almost as though they were listening to it live all over again. The pixie's comments at the end also got picked up in the same fashion, which was both funny and reassuring that it was high quality enough to even pick up his tiny voice when he wasn't even that close to the mic. The support student got excited listening to the quality of the recording and fluttered up with a triumphant, "HELL YEAH!!" while knocking his tiny bento off the table and onto the floor. He then looked down and spotted it, causing him to slump and pount again. "Ah fuck..."
But he just shrugged it off with a sigh. "Meh, I got otha things to work on anyway. I'll eat when I get back to the dorms later." A big grin replaced the pout as he looked to the musician. "You got some serious fuckin pipes there! Good thing this sucker worked as planned. Welp, she's all yours now. If ya ever need it fixed just bring her back. And be sure to link up the otha twos mics the same as the head set 'aight?"
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Post by cmd1095 on Apr 14, 2023 23:27:20 GMT
"ehe... thanks. Honestly wasn't sure I could hit that note myself. I usually sing at lower notes, and faster. Closer to rap than to ballads like that. But I'm glad I can actually pull this off too." Serena said, blushing a bit at the praise she was getting. She really wasn't used to being complimented all the time... she was gonna have to learn to deal with that better she supposed.
Then came the moment of truth, and the machine held up beautifully... even picking up Tony's tiny voice. It was incredible! She knew she'd been smart to ask the support department. No way in hell could she have bought equipment this good. The fact they were doing it in a room not designed for recording was extra impressive. The loss of the bento was a small price to pay... gave her a perfect excuse to pull out a bento of her own. This food would be fresh at least...
"Here, let's get you some of mine for now. If I can hear your stomach rumble at your size then you need food now" Serena said, quickly emptying the spilled bento into the trash, quickly rising it off to keep it clean-ish... then transferring some of her own food into it before handing it over to Tony "it's the least I can do after you whipped up such a great machine for me."
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Post by ghostmytoast on Apr 14, 2023 23:35:55 GMT
"Nah, this was nothin." He stated, though took the tiny bento back anyway and quickly began wolfing it down before he could accidently drop that one too. "Aiff bolt moch shweeta shit den dat fo ma famaleh." He added, once again not waiting to swollow before speaking and then taking in the rest of it and letting out what was probably a pretty loud belch when taking his size into consideration. "Glad I could help ya. Hope ya get good use outa it."
With that, he put the now empty tiny box down and flutter up to her eye level to hold his little hands out to shake her's. "Pleasa doin business with ya. And lookin forward to buildin so hero stuff for ya too. Come on by wheneva ya need shit, aight?"
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Post by cmd1095 on Apr 14, 2023 23:50:26 GMT
"I'll be sure to request your handiwork specifically" Serena said with a smile, doing her best to engage with the handshake without ripping the little guy's arm off "I'll bring my current gear in to you for maintenance too sometime."
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Post by ghostmytoast on Apr 14, 2023 23:59:28 GMT
"Damn fuckin right you will!" Anthony exclaimed, almost drooling at the tought of getting to work on hero gear. He was certainly someone in love with his work. Maybe a little too much if his full on lack of self care with any indicator. But his eyes were shiny in a way that maybe him cute as a puppy at the idea of work. It was hard to deny someone that size with that face of what he wanted. "Can't fuckin wait! But for now I got a couple more commisions to work on. So I'll be seein ya, Pipes. Enjoy the equipment." And with his finally notes given and a new nickname firmly given to Serena against her will, the little builder zipped off and disappear behind some of the large equipment. After a minute, the machine he had gone to whirled to life and it seemed like he was right back to work on who knows what. It was already 6 pm, long past school hours and getting close to curfew. Yet this little guy seemed determine to continue working. That was just who he was it seemed.
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Post by cmd1095 on Apr 15, 2023 0:15:25 GMT
Serena considered protesting the new nickname... but she could live with "Pipes" so long as it wasn't Doll. She sighed a bit and gathered her new equipment
"Thanks again, see ya around Tiny" she said as she left, she figured if she had to live with a nickname so would he. But for now it was late... and she had some recording work to do. So she'd take her leave.
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Post by Bixir on Aug 28, 2023 2:38:56 GMT
A few days later...
Finally! A break!
Suddenly, the door to the workshop burst open. The intruder was a spry girl no taller than five feet, dressed as differently as one could be at U.A.: a denim jacket, over a black-and-green polka dot shirt, dusty skinny jeans and a pair of Vans™ that skidded across the floor. As quickly as she had entered, the girl jerked her back to close the door shut. She spread her arms wide, as if she was trying to keep anyone else from coming inside... which, she was, but no one was coming. Hazel eyes behind mint-green shades dart around the room, looking for... something. She doesn't find it. All of this, within the span of a few seconds.
The girl's shoulders slump, and she puts on a posture that a moderately normal human should have, as opposed to whatever that entrance had been. The coast was clear. She walked over to a table that looked available, setting aside the little bits and bobs that seemed to have been left out from whoever had been here before. She did her best not to mess with whatever it was, but it looked important. Actually, it looked like... miniature? She raised her eyebrows, taking a moment to adjust her shades. "Huh."
The girl slung her tote bag over her shoulder (she has a tote bag, by the way) and onto the cleared space on the table, then pulled out a nearby chair to take a seat. Her face lit up as she reached inside said tote bag. It was time to get some work done!
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Post by ghostmytoast on Aug 28, 2023 23:13:17 GMT
What Sprout wouldn't realize was that as she moved stuff asside she shut a tool box that was left open for a reason. No sooner did she sit down would a system of alarm lights go off and an automated prerecorded message would play through speakers in corners of the room.
Alert. Alert. Please open the "Tool Box" Began playing over and over. She would also be able to hear what sounded like movement coming from inside the red box in question. Sounds of a stuggle in a desperate attempt to get out along side muffled swear words of all sorts came from under the lid.
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Post by Bixir on Aug 29, 2023 2:21:49 GMT
"H-huh?" She looked up in surprise. She quickly pinpointed the source of the speakers, but it was even weirder that this was happening at all. Her eyes went down to the miniature she had set aside, finding the toolbox in question. She looked around one more time, rather suspiciously. "Please don't let this be another prank, Nataku-kun!"
The girl slowly, then quickly opened the toolbox, watching its opening with discerning eyes. What could be inside?
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Post by ghostmytoast on Aug 30, 2023 21:09:39 GMT
"Thank FUCK that worked!" Anthony declared, zipping up and out of the toolbox and stetching as much as his little, two-inch body could. "Coulda been stuck there for a WHILE if it didn't, and I got too much shit on my plate for that mess. He was in his hero suit today since he had a lot of work to do and his suit was specially designed to NOT get destroyed while he did it. The little pixie was covered in soot and oil. His goggles sat on his head and around his neck was a new necklace composed of a tiny remote with six different color buttons, one for each place he thought he was most likely to get stuck.
Looking over to the new person in the room, he watched her for a moment to try and assess who she was and why she was there. Seeing as she was sitting at the desk and moving thing around... she must be... A wide grin came to his face as he thought about it. "Well shit, you're another support member ain'tcha! An upperclassman if I had to guess, right?" Futtering back down to stand on the desk infront of her, he held his tiny hand up to her in greeting. "Anthony Jones Jr. Class 1-F. Hero name, Tinker-Tot! Pleasure to meet ya!" The small New Yorker's think accent rang loud and clear despite his size, as he was just a naturally loud person. His hand remained outstretch for a handshake amougst peers, though the third-year may need to offer a pinky shake instead.
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