Been planning for this one for aaaaggggessss and finally got around to it =)
Rated for language
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"Speaking in Italian"
"Speaking in English"
:-speaking over com-:
"Speaking in Cybertronian"
Tiffany 'Tim' Madsen twirled the screwdriver around one hand her tongue sticking out from the corner of her mouth; an annoying habit she'd inherited from her grandfather.
She twisted a thin wire into a tiny loop and hooked it onto one of the small pegs inside the circle of titanium metal, hard rubber and wires in front of her.
She then picked it up and pushed her chair over to the table that was covered in the schematics of the design.
"You can't make that. Someone's already tried that." She muttered under her breath
She pulled a blunt pencil from behind her ear and adjusted the diagram so that that particular wire connected to the notch hidden behind the outer layer of metal.
"No, you can't. I know you've made thousands of little gadgets and they've all worked but this, this, is a mode of transport."
She stuck the pencil back where it came from and stood up.
She carried the palm sized circle to the 'forge' and welder set up in the far corner of the room.
She sat again, on a tall stool this time, set it down on the metal bench and placed the thin titanium lid that she'd mad earlier over the delicate wires.
She pulled the curtain around the small area and pulled her big face mask over her eyes.
"You won't finish it. Oh yeah? Well bring them to the skate park next Friday then" she muttered, sparks flying over her shoulders.
She set the welder down and placed the circle down beside it's eight exact copies and huffed, putting her anger behind the wrench in her hand as she twisted it around to attach it to the base in front of her.
"Well I'll show you" she said in Italian with a slightly evil smile.
She held up her creation triumphantly, pushing her glasses further up her nose
"Take that CC!"
Tim's moment of triumph and self congratulation was interrupted by an alarm clock in the other part of the room went off;
She jumped as the alarm yelled at her
"WAKE UP! If you're not up now you'll be sorry, things to do, stuff to make…"
the recording she'd rigged her alarm to play every day of the week continued to say that it was Seven Thirty on Friday the 12th of March 2009, it was Summer, they were currently in Perth, West Australia, it's 28 degrees, school wasn't on today because of parent teacher interviews, not to forget the Trip to the farm over the weekend starting today and it was also Maggie's birthday in two days so she'd better get a present and post it to America if she wanted it to get to her sister at least somewhere around her birthday…
She rubbed her eyes, placing her creation back on the table just as the recording finished and started playing Walking on Sunshine, another thing, she was proud to say, she'd rigged it to do. She did a mini walk/dance to the tune into the other half of the room that was blocked off by the shelves that held most of her life's work.
The room she was currently in was her domain. Originally, her father had built the granny flat above the garage to make a games room/home cinema for the family. But, eventually after half a year of pestering, he agreed to let her move in there as long as he got Maggie's room for the home cinema. He instantly got hug tackled and Tim had gone to scheme with her sister who, at the age of eighteen, was going to America for University, or collage as it was apparently called, on a computer tech, scholarship.
That was seven years ago.
She'd gotten the room obviously.
"What to wear… what to wear…" she murmured she pulled a pair of cargo pants from the end of the bed and pulled them on in exchange for the school trackies she hadn't been bothered to take off yesterday before starting her all-night-inventing-spree
She rolled the hems up until they were sitting about mid calf, next came a loose blue shirt that said "I SPEAK ITALIAN! (and if you ask me to make a pizza I will kill you)" in Italian on the back. Then the thin wire glasses were slipped back on
And last, shoved carelessly on her head, her signature head piece, her blue and white patterned bandana tucked behind her ears, kept her short uncontrollable urban hair out of her face
She pressed her thumb to the finger pad on her laptop, a small thing, without the number pad at the side but just the key board.
The pad glowed blue and flashed green twice then a computerized "Good morning Miss Tegan" came out off the speakers.
Tim grinned at the voice, she'd messed with the small laptop when she'd bought it and added her own sort of flare to the thing.
When she'd bought it, it had been out of date and on sale with people preferring the new thinner models or ones with a painted and patterned outer casing, to the tiny grey computer.
Tim, of course, had gone against the tide and bought the little thing.
The look on her father's face when he'd climbed the stairs to her loft to see the guts of his genius daughter's new laptop strewn around her had been priceless.
She'd put the essentials back in of course plus her homemade vocal possessor and few other things she considered essential. Now it only responded to her touch and voice, she'd fixed it so it hooked up to her phone giving her remote access to everything on the laptop without using up any memory space on her phone, (She also had permanent internet without paying, but that was technically illegal so she usually didn't tell people about that part)
She'd called it RC or Remote-Controlled Console.
"Hey RC, can you get CC on the MW-Cam?"
"Contacting Miss Cassidy Chase on the Mobile Web Camera immediately Miss"
"Thanks RC" She knew she didn't have to thank a computer but 'manners take you to high places!' as her grandmother had told her.
A familiar face popped up on the small screen, strands of midnight black hair hanging in a side fringe was the only hair visible from under the (extremely scratched) purple skaters helmet.
Tim winced at the sunset that was blooming along her friends left jaw,
"That bad?" CC said with a cringe, "It's not the worst, and doesn't hurt that much but people keep on giving me funny looks so…" she let the sentence trail off, gently probing the violently colored bruise with her fingers.
Tim ran a hand over her bandana with a sigh, "CC, you have to tell someone about this"
"And then what? Get hauled of by student services? He's getting better! I know he is!"
"CC you're being subjected to child abuse! You're dad's constantly intoxicated and he treats you like a boxing bag! You have a black belt second Dan in karate! Maybe you should use it!"
CC looked sternly at the fifteen year old genius "That's my Dad you're talking about—" "CC you hate him with passion!"
"Hate and Passion aren't usually put in the same sentence."
"Actually Shakespeare—"
CC groaned and rubbed her face "Please, can we leave this subject alone, for today? Please? And no random facts, my head hurts enough." she pleaded
Tim sighed "Fine, but you have to tell me what happened." She said
CC rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly over her helmet, not making eye contact "I told Dad I was going to the farm with you over the weekend"
Tim nodded, making a mental note to talk about this problem with her friend later "Well, we're leaving in four hours so you'll have the whole weekend free of him; I'm guessing you're all ready at the skate park?"
CC nodded with a grin "been here for half an hour, with my bag"
Tim shook her head "You do know that to stay healthy you have to sleep for at least thirty two hours per week."
"Says the one who stayed up all night working on an invention that isn't even going to work" CC snorted
Tim frowned "You were the one that wanted me to make them in the first place! And please have at least a little faith in my abilities"
"How do you know I have any faith in you at all?" CC teased
Tim's face fell and she frowned slightly
"It's a joke Tim" CC said with a mental sigh,
Tim instantly brightened again "I can't wait to see how these work out" she said, her eyes practically sparkling
The seventeen year old rolled her eyes, "You're just longing to see me hurt myself again aren't you Tim"
"No, that's not it, I just-"
"It's called sarcasm my little friend"
"I'm not that short!"
"What did I tell you about not taking everything I say so seriously?"
Tim snorted "that practically everything you say isn't true, then you asked me if you could have some cake and I put it away, then you got angry and I told you that I thought you said that practically everything you say isn't true then you hit your head on the table several times"
CC gave her a seriously? Look, then laughed at the young genius 'who is a fucking genius and knows more shit about human physiology that she could lecture a frickin' collage lecturer, but she doesn't understand sarcasm. Oh the quirks of the world…' she thought
"I'll be at the park in about half an hour" Tim said
CC nodded with a quick grin "See ya then!" and her face flickered off screen.
Five minutes later Tim ran down stairs and into the house, carrying a bulky backpack and a helmet over one shoulder.
"PAPA!" she shouted, there was a thump from above her
And a groggy "I'M AWAKE!" came from up stairs
Jacob Madsen, forty-seven, tall with long messy brown hair and Harry Potter style glasses looked blearily at his youngest daughter "morning Sunshine, where are you going?"
Tim gave her dad a hug and opened the fridge "To the park, CC's already there. We're going out to the farm today remember?" She cracked open a can of lemonade, not the healthiest thing for breakfast, but she needed the caffeine and her dad didn't even let her near the coffee.
"Yhea, Yhea I remember." He said. Tim smiled, her father tended to switch to Italian whenever he was tired, growing up he'd spoken both English and Italian with his mothers side of the family. His mother had then also refused to have grand-children who didn't speak the language of her homeland and had then temporarily moved in for four years when Maggie was born until she was four and then again the day Tim was born fifteen years ago, the day his wife died.
Tim's grin fell as soon as she thought of her mum, but she plastered a firm smile on her face determined not to be angry today.
"I'll be back in about in an hour, pack the trailer while I'm out; it's got to be packed by nine o'clock if we want to leave at one"
Her dad gave her a floppy two fingered salute "yes ma'am"
She stuffed two more cans into her bag along with a yogurt tub and a bag of chips
"Don't forget to pack the trailer!"
"Yep"
"Remember to put in the DVD player!"
"OK"
"And remember to pack a hair brush this time!"
"EXCUSE ME BUT WHO"S THE ADULT HERE?" He shouted, finally in English
Tim snorted, and shut the door without answering,
Sometimes I wonder…
Hehehehe!
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