Room 506, Saturday afternoon
Jun. 18th, 2016 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soniaroadsqueenRingo had managed, she hoped, to finally get all the parts she needed to attempt to repair her drone. The one that had crashed all on its own, slamming into the ground and skipping without any input from her at all.
Stupid drone.
She'd also figured that, while she was at it, she could make some upgrades. So she was replacing the little electric motors with much more powerful ones. That should make the thing way faster. "This is going to be so awesome," she said to herself, grinning.
Now she was all set to test her modifications. She got everything hooked up and turned on just one of the motors. Not enough to send the drone flying, but enough to make sure she'd hooked the propeller up properly. The motor let out a high pitched whine as it spun up, and Ringo frowned as the propeller began to wobble slightly. It hadn't occurred to her that the cheap plastic hadn't really been designed for a the additional stresses she was putting on it. If she'd wanted that, she should have gotten a less crappy drone.
The wobble got more and more pronounced, and Ringo sighed, reaching out to cut the power, but just before she could the propeller came completely off, shooting across the room.
Ringo dived off her chair, ducking low to avoid the flying projectile.
It occurred to her that maybe she should have closed the door. Hopefully that flying piece of plastic didn't hit anyone walking by.
[ooc: Door and post open.]
Stupid drone.
She'd also figured that, while she was at it, she could make some upgrades. So she was replacing the little electric motors with much more powerful ones. That should make the thing way faster. "This is going to be so awesome," she said to herself, grinning.
Now she was all set to test her modifications. She got everything hooked up and turned on just one of the motors. Not enough to send the drone flying, but enough to make sure she'd hooked the propeller up properly. The motor let out a high pitched whine as it spun up, and Ringo frowned as the propeller began to wobble slightly. It hadn't occurred to her that the cheap plastic hadn't really been designed for a the additional stresses she was putting on it. If she'd wanted that, she should have gotten a less crappy drone.
The wobble got more and more pronounced, and Ringo sighed, reaching out to cut the power, but just before she could the propeller came completely off, shooting across the room.
Ringo dived off her chair, ducking low to avoid the flying projectile.
It occurred to her that maybe she should have closed the door. Hopefully that flying piece of plastic didn't hit anyone walking by.
[ooc: Door and post open.]
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Date: 2016-06-19 02:28 pm (UTC)"And if I get it working again, it's going to be so cool!"
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Date: 2016-06-20 06:58 pm (UTC)She turned around and walked towards the stairwell.
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