Mechanical Engineering
TURNTURNTURNPulleys and pistons. Motors and rotors. Springs, screws, seals and wheels. Levers! Yes, Mechanical Engineering has always held a place in your heart. One that is being tossed about quite unpleasantly I might add. You consider the likely design of this carriage, and how you could modify it to improve the woeful suspension. Thankfully you designed your tool cases with rough handling in mind. You can never trust other people to take due care.
Your designs are cut short, as the carriage comes to a merciful stop. You gather yourself, and as the door it opened you step out. Whitland Manor is definitely “modest”. Three floors, and rectangular, half of it's face is covered in green creepers, and you spot a mismatch of materials making up the roof. This place has clearly seen better days.
“Welcome to Whitland Manor Miss Vaughan, I-”
“Dr Vaughan.” You say, reflexively. “I earned it. Please use it.” You look back down, to see a short, stocky lady. Perhaps ten years older than yourself. You think you recognise her.
“Please accept my apologies, Dr Vaughan. You might not remember, but I am Hilda, Hilda Denton. I was your maid during your youth, and now I'm your housekeeper here at Whitland Manor.”
Memories fall into place. Stern lectures about proper behaviour. Science books hidden from your mother. One of only two faces you recognised during your graduation. The years have not been kind to her, either.
“Would you like a tour, Doctor?”
Heidi gives you a tour of your new home. A small flower garden, just beginning to bloom. A small woodland, with your tenants beyond it. The kitchen, with its balding chef and tarnished copper. The study and its sparse library. Guest rooms, covered in dust sheets. The master bedroom, with some of your belongings already moved in by the footman.
You could easily have one of the guest rooms repurposed into your laboratory, as it's adjacent to your study. Now is the time to
ask any questions of Heidi, about your new home or otherwise.
Entering your study, you examine the books. None of them are particularly noteworthy. Upon one shelf you place two empty journals, one for Anatomy, the other for Mechanical Engineering. Besides them you place your two textbooks. What Sciences are they?
Which two Scientific Discipline do you have textbooks for? whilst working from them, your knowledge will be artificially improved to Level 1, although it will take you longer as you have to refer back to it frequently. Biology and Physics would both be useful, as they will support your knowledge in Anatomy and Mechanical Engineering. But the choice is yours.
Finally, what do you intend to do now? Those imbeciles at the Institute need to be taught a lesson. What better way to do that than to demonstrate your knowledge of Science!
Status: Healthy
Mild Megalomania
Negligible Fame
Knowledge:
- Anatomy FOCUS: Level 3
- Mechanical Engineering Level 2
Inventory:
- Nil
Points of Interest:
> Whitland Manor
Your residence. Outdated, and suffering for it. You have space for a laboratory, study and library, but little in them. The estate includes a garden, woodland, and a small number of tenants. Managed by your Housekeeper, Heidi Denton.
- Study, with two Unidentified Textbooks, and an anatomical wooden heart
- Laboratory, with basic Surgical and Mechanical Engineering tools
> The Institute
The home of a pack of bickering, backstabbing fools and cretins. They claim to hold the pursuit of knowledge above all, yet they fail to acknowledge the progress of Science when it right in front of them. Managed by your nemesis, Dr Percival Wright, Curator.
Persons of Interest:
> Dr Percival Wright
Curator of the Institute and your nemesis. He was always jealous of your accomplishments and threatened by your Genius. And possibly a misogynist too. He needs to learn the error of his ways.
> Heidi Denton
Housekeeper at Whitland Manor. Known you for years, and helped protect your hobbies from your mother's disapproval.
> Michael Vaughan
Your brother, and now head of the family. You have not spoken recently, but he shared your mother's dislike of your passions.