Drizzt Asks Important Questions

[naturaltwohands]

This is Drizzt Do'Urden, and I have a simple question: what does one do in Liminal Space beside read books? It is too small to have anything left to explore, unless one tries to scale the wall.

[He does not sound frustrated, but in a good general mood. Drizzt seems more amused about it than anything, and he figures someone will have a good answer for him.]

I ask because I am afraid boredom begins to strike at my heart with my blades still for so long, and I need something more to combat it properly. Perhaps one of you has advice?

Comments

[failgoyle]

No, he just had a mechanical one made to replace the one he'd lost.

[Jules is confused because what is the confusion here?]

I am amused on now this thread is basically Drizzt being confused about modern/future stuff to Jules

[naturaltwohands]

How exactly does one replace their arm?

It's great

[failgoyle]

Oh, you just...well, in that Jaunt, they'd just build a new one. Like out of fiberglass and metal and little motors and circuits and stuff.

[He withdraws the arm in question from his Hammerspace and makes a waving motion with it.]

It is. And I also forgot horrified.

[naturaltwohands]

[Drizzt gives Jules a look of faint horror. He's chopped off arms before, but he's never waved them around so casually.]

But it is still an arm, if even replaceable.

[failgoyle]

It's just a construct of an arm, really...

[naturaltwohands]

[Okay, the word construct is one that Drizzt knows. He still looks wary and faintly horrified, but seems to relax a bit.]

... Then it has never been a part of someone's body? I thought you said it had been.

[failgoyle]

Well, I mean, it was a temporary, artificial part for my infiltrated self...

[naturaltwohands]

Artificial?

[And then, finally, Drizzt gets it, remembering Belwar.]

So it was an arm made for your infiltrated self alone?

[failgoyle]

Yeah! When he lost his arm, he had this one made.

[Jules wiggles it around a bit.]

It's not even a very good one; he needed better. This one fell out of the socket pretty often, wouldn't stay attached...

[naturaltwohands]

[Drizzt is a little disturbed by the arm thing still and doesn't understand how the robot part of it works, but at least it's not like someone's missing an arm. Except the person whose arm kept on falling off.]

Then why did he not repair the point at which it was attached? It seems silly to replace the entire thing. Was it not repairable?

[failgoyle]

You know, he kept trying and trying, but he could never get it right. I think the guy who put it in for him was kind of a dick and thought it would be funny to saddle him with a permanently screwed up pop-out arm.

[naturaltwohands]

"It most assuredly sounds like that is the case, then," Drizzt shakes his head in disapproval, scoffing a bit as he turns to look at his Rubik's Cube again. "I suppose there will always be craftsmen that do not take proper pride in their work."

[failgoyle]

"Some craftsmen," Jules says solemnly, "are tremendous dicks who would rather just screw people over for the hell of it."

Oops I switched to prose but hey it's easier to type

[naturaltwohands]

"Some craftsmen are an insult to their profession and should be made to into the town's laughing stock," Drizzt replies just as solemnly.

haha, no worries!

[failgoyle]

"Yeah, he should have been." Jules shrugs. "But he was kind of a weird back alley doctor with, like, vats of kidneys in a fridge, you kind of didn't try to ask him too many questions."

\o/

[naturaltwohands]

"Kidneys in a fridge?" Drizzt isn't entirely sure what a fridge is, but he knows he should sound faintly horrified.

[failgoyle]

"Yeah." Jules shudders. "Pretty sure I'm lucky I didn't get killed and have my organs harvested then and there."

[naturaltwohands]

Drizzt shudders lightly at the thought. "I am glad that you did not, even if you would have been returned to life; such a violation would have still been terrible."

[failgoyle]

"Yeah." Jules shudders. "I guess I'm lucky I must have been more useful alive."

[naturaltwohands]

Or more amusing alive, but Drizzt doesn't say that out loud, as he truly does enjoy being around Jules. "Regardless of the reason, what do you intend to do with the thing now? You have two working arms already."

[failgoyle]

"I dunno," Jules says cheerfully, "I'm messing with it just to mess with it. You never know when you'll need a remote-control arm!"

[naturaltwohands]

"Perhaps you can create a sling and simply have a third arm?" Drizzt asks, half-jokingly. "Although I am not certain how to make it work like your other two."

[failgoyle]

"With a few electrodes in the right places, maybe I could rig something..." Jules trails off thoughtfully.

Drizzt, what have you done?

[naturaltwohands]

Drizzt doesn't know what electrodes are, but he can figure that out later. "If you need some sort of harness, I am good with ropes and knots. I've been on a sailing ship for six years."

What else?

SCIENCE!

[failgoyle]

"You never know, I might need to take you up on that!" He has no idea what he's doing and how, so options always work!