i can take apart the remote control, and i can almost put it back together

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WHO: Bart & Carrie
WHERE: junkyard in heropa
WHEN: Aug 27th, 10pm
WHAT: not strictly legal scavenging
WARNINGS: naw

This is actually pretty exciting. She's sorta into tech, gingerly, inexperienced but interested (software, hacking, reprogramming, that's her thing), but watching a speedster who'd built a time machine? Yeah, that's probably going to be awesome.

So she'd put in a pretty good effort, sneaking into the yard shortly after sundown (in dark-colored civvies, this isn't really the place for Robin) and picking through stuff. Come the meeting time at 10, she's got together a pretty good selection of the most intact tech she could find — which is kind of fascinating, actually, in this world. What a weird mix of high tech and old fashioned. She's settled on top of a defunct fridge like it's a throne, surrounded by her court of selected junk, and waiting.

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Bart's honestly never really thought of himself as mechanically inclined. Then again, he's never really thought of much of anything aside from the mission he was on back home. So it's a little weird that he found himself unable to forget what Carrie had asked him back when he first got here.

What else can he make?

He really doesn't know. He's never taken a moment to sit down and create just to, well, create. He knows zeta technology like the back of his hand, is a self-taught expert in chronology. He knows transport and theoretical physics, and he could think in math equations if he so wanted. He knows all of this, but he'd learned it in desperation and had such a narrow focus it had never really mattered before now.

Now, when he's found himself excited to see what he can do with just his own imagination. So excited that he's practically vibrating as he races to Carrie's meeting place. He's in civvies too, jeans with a ripped knee and a sweatshirt that's a little too big. This isn't something that Impulse is interested in. This is one hundred percent Bart Allen.

"I'mhereI'mhere sorryI'mlate," his words are practically falling out of his mouth as he skids to a stop next to her, grinning and breathless. It's probably 10:01. "Did some reading, bit of research. Hey, did you know William Gilbert coined electricity?"

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She grins when Bart appears, hopping down lightly from her perch on the fridge.

"Do now. And I figure like I can overlook the late once, but do it again and this friendship's off."

She starts forward, hands pocketed, for a quick tour of some of the scavenge. "So, here's the deal — we got about an hour and a half with no nightguard, then there's a round every half hour. Getting caught here's not the end of the world, just gets a kick out and an attempt to call parents." Which gets a snort. "So..." She turns, gesturing to the collection. "Here's a starting point, got some variety for project type. Go billy. And lemme know if you want anything heavy moved around, I got that part."