Timestamp: 36.W.509. OOC Information :
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With a loud clang, Alistair dropped the spur gear onto its stack of brethren. He glanced from long work table to the area where he stored his raw components. In various stacks there lay gears, bars, sheets of metal, blocks of wood, a veritable plethora of semi-raw materials. On his work bench lay his tools, neatly organized specially for this occasion. Alistair had been working through the night
deGrey stood facing the two men in the center of the room, manically rubbing his hands together with excitement.
"Very well then gentlemen! You know the rules, You have the rest of this day to create your inventions. Judging by the clock, you have approximately six hours. You may use my hands, my tools, and my resources! You may not, however, use my mind. As well, if your inventions are not absolute trash, they may make it onto my regular goods! Keep that in mind my friends, there is more at stake here than just employment. With that Alistair stepped over to his own work table and awaited direction.