Hi. I'm Forest A. Luv, but everypony calls me Forest Tinker. I'm an earth pony who turned herself into a pegasus, and I'm the definition of steampunk engineer. I build things, lots of things, any things, weird things, stupid things, cool things.. Its my job, I build it, they use it, I get sugarcubes, thats the currency, all the bits are useless. An edible currency is more rare, though more useful. Due to its rarity ponies usually trade instead. I used to be an average mare, in an average town, in an average country, with average weather, in an average planet, then that changed as fast as Capaldi's regeneration!
"So, can y'all fix it?" The yellow earth pony asked.
"Hmm.. old, rusty cider perfecting machine.. Yeah, Applebloom, I can fix it, but for a price as always. So, what for the fix?" Forest answered, wiping the dust off of her metal wings.
"Ah'll offer a cup a' the cider ah make from it, and some scrap metal ah found." She replied.
"Deal, the cider better be good as I hear it is though." I said.
"It is, probably even more!" She answered, smiling.
The yellow farmpony trotted out, leaving the broken old machine to lay, rusting.
"Hmm.. First I need to get that rust off of it.." She said, walking towards a box full of ice. "White vinegar can do that.. Should only take a couple hours.."
She grabbed the bottle and soaked the machine until she had ran out.
"Well, sooner or later one of those traveling merchants should come around so I can refill.. Hopefully their the rich type and have some.."
She put the bottle in a pile of trash outside of the house,then returned and looked inside the machine.
"Okay.. Oh.. Oh wow.. How old is this thing?! Must of been around before it happened! Better start now before never.." She got up and picked up a box of tools, which was next to a large scrap-metal box full of random items.
"Lets see.. screwdriber..hammer...nails... Aha! Scissors!" She said, grabbing some in her mouth.
"Okay.. Now to cut this spiderweb out.." She stuck her head inside, and starting biting which made the scissors chop away at the web.
