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 Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:08 pm
"Uhmm...I think." She looks a bit shell-shocked as she checks to make sure she's still in one piece. "Er, my arm's kind of... chipped." It sounds bad, but she holds up her cybernetic arm, which had been hit by something. Her baggy green army-surplus-style shirt was ripped, and the fiberglass of the arm had a small dent. "So...yeah, I'm okay."
She looks up at Gearbox. "Ouch, that looks nasty," she says, tapping her own jaw. She looks around the room, and sees that a couple bits of engine are embedded in the wall. "Okay, very wiggly. Let's not do that again soon. So... we got an engine anywhere? Besides the one-" she gestures around the whole room- "por todos partes."
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 5:33 pm
"Yeah I've got a couple good motors and parts. Oh, I've gotta call in for delay!"
He tapped on his ear.
"Yeah it's Gearbox, it seems you're going to have to wait another week for your van."
"What!? Why!?"
"The engine exploded"
Gearbox quickly hung up before the man he was calling could respond.
"Well that takes care of that...guess we can start on the engine tomorrow. I think I've had enough--"
He rubbed his jaw where he got clonked.
"Fun with the van tonight..."
He walked towards the elevator stopped halfway.
"I'm gonna call it a night. I can fix your arm for you if you want."
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 6:59 am
"Nah, I can take care of it. But... 'the engine exploded'? We're not gonna get any repeat customers if you always take the R&P approach... Well, I've gotta go get my stuff and tell the super that he can tell the landlady she can find someone else to sucker into thinking they want to pay good money for the privilege of living in a windowless closet..." She follows him to the elevator.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 1:11 pm
"Heh, he can't go anywhere without the van. I know all the tricks, that's how I get five-thousand to eight-thousand a job"
Gearbox pressed the ground floor button and they rose.
"How else could I afford a refrigerator stocked with root beer on almost every floor? Haha."
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 2:09 pm
She can't help grinning. There's something refreshingly odd about Gearbox, and she decides not to ask what having transportation has to do with avoiding a pyromaniacal mechanic. When they get to the main floor, she's almost disappointed to be about to leave. Because then she'll just have her own depressing company.
"Hasta luego," she says as she heads out the door.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 4:06 pm
He stepped out of the elevator and waved as she left
"Bye... he wispered in his head.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 5:17 pm
After she left he unstrapped his boots and pulled them off. His chrome nano-liquid vest creeped back onto his spine and flattened out.
"Well I'm done with this day."
He fell onto his bed face-first and fell asleep.
dream
"ruin?"
He stood in the center of the familiar garden maze. He turned and saw the girl from his previous flashback
"heehee, follow me!"
she laughed as she ran off into the maze
dream end
"Wait!" he shouted, but this time in his normal present voice, Everything was bright for a moment before his eyes came into focus. He slept through that whole night on that tiny dream somehow. he put his boots back on and noticed dusty footprints on the floor, smaller than his boots.
"how long did I sleep?" He muttered under his breath.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 10:06 am
Spider left her apartment and headed for the Rusted Chrome ProjeKt with the belongings she'd cleared from her apartment loaded haphazardly on her moped. Two grey suitcases (in which she had her laptop among the many other things), a toolbox, a hoverboard, and a steel chair with a black faux-fur seat were stacked on the little vehicle and tied in place. She probably looked a bit odd stopping at the Kokoro Cafe on a moped loaded with almost all her worldly possessions.
The thin, white-haired girl drove towards the edge of the city chunking a tofu breakfast burrito and a cup of hot, black soykaf, steering one-handed and alternately putting the burrito in the cupholder and sipping the soykaf, then putting the soykaf in the cupholder to take a bite of burrito. It didn't seem to hurt her driving too badly as she zoomed along the road to the ProjeKt, her pale metallic-silver yukata and black combat pants whipping in the wind.
When she reached the broken-down factory, it was still fairly early (in fact, Gearbox hadn't woken up yet). She parked outside the building, unloaded her luggage, set her hoverboard to follow her, heaved the chair and toolbox onto the hoverboard, and headed inside, a suitcase in each hand. She got into the elevator, headed to the third floor, and found her room.
"Well... this is... simple. Simple's good," she said to herself, taking in the room. It was actually a bit larger than her old apartment, maybe 25 feet to a side. One wall was the large glass expanse of the window, while the other three were blank concrete, and a bare lightbulb hung from the ceiling.
Spider relieved the hoverboard of its burden of furniture, and set the chair next to the window. Opening one suitcase, she lifted out a round blue rolled-up carpet which she unfolded in the center of the room, then a silver-colored folding table, unfolded it next to the chair, in front of the window, put her laptop on that, and then took from the suitcase a white Asian-style lantern with some sort of writing on it in pale blue- if someone had bothered to try reading it, they would have discovered it was a poem or song lyrics in Spanish, and most likely would have given up trying to read it because they wouldn't have understood it anyway- and got on her hoverboard to put it on the bare lightbulb. Even though a hoverboard accident was what had cost her her left arm, she still didn't seem any more cautious. Now her room looked almost cozy, and she got on the elevator to go back downstairs.
When she reached the main floor, she saw that Gearbox was just waking up. He's younger than me, isn't he? she thought, slightly startled by the realization.
"Ohayo gozaimasu," she greets him. Oh, that didn't come out quite right. I sounded too cheery. Like those stereotypical Japanese... housewives!
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 2:50 pm
Gearbox tilted his head a bit in surprise that she got here before he woke up.
"Good...Morning... What time is it? I seem to have slept in."
He ran his fingers through his hair, revealing the grey underside.
"I'm going to go make breakfast, I'll make you some if you're hungry. I don't know if you've eaten yet."
Embarresed by his oversleeping, he was a bit disoriented.
"We'll start work after breakfast...or lunch, not sure what it is now."
He turned slghtly red.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 3:43 pm
"Don't worry. It's..." She seems to be simply thinking, she's actually consulting her datajack. "10:19 AM. Not too bad. And yeah, I've already eaten breakfast."
I wonder why his hair's like that... I mean, my hair's white, but that looks intentional. His just looks like it's three times as old as he is.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 7:44 pm
Gearbox replyed with a nod.
"Okay so I didn't oversleep that bad."
He walked through the kitchen doors and started up a seemingly ancient cassette player stereo left behind that he fixed up. The angry tunes of 1990's industrial music shot out from the stereo, barely sounding through the rubber doors. He went to the freezer and pulled out some irish bacon from a genetic testing plant. It was genectly modified with the flavor of spices already grown into it. He threw it on a steel pan on the stove and it started to sizzle. He threw a bit of whisky onto it. The flames from the alchohol cooked the bacon instantly. He picked up the bacon with his steel left arm (as to not get burned), and placed in on a plastic plate. He sat down on the floor and ate his half-blackened breakfast.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 11:44 am
Spider sits down on the floor, leaning against the wall. "So. I've been wondering. What did they build this place for? I can't tell what they could have used it for. You got any idea?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 12:25 pm
"heh, not a clue. A while back I had been wandering around looking for work until I stumbled upon this place out in the middle of nowhere and claimed it for myself. Then I started up a job as a motorhead and a cyberware mechanic."
He got up and patted the dust off of his pants.
"Well, we'd better start assembling an engine. The parts are on this floor, follow me..."
He walked over to the the side of the room closest to him and went down a hallway and took a left turn. There stood a medium sized room filled with tools and scrapped parts from vehicles that had new parts put in, they were all in pretty good shape. He plugged his datajack into the wall and a draft of the engine appeared on the screen.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 5:47 pm
Spider looks at the draft and tries not to look intimidated. Just a bit rusty... that's all. She starts looking through the stacks and rows of parts to find ones that fit the specifications, eventually finding parts for one section of the engine. She takes them over to the table in one corner of the room and begins soldering them together. For once, the dull ache in her head doesn't distract her from what she's doing. It's a reminder: get this right or you'll end up making a deposit in the body banks. She swears under her breath when she realizes she somehow stopped paying attention anyway and soldered a couple of parts together without flux.
"What a load of meat. That'll come right apart... it will, won't it?" She smiles, and balls her right hand, her flesh and blood hand, into a fist and extends her retractable claws. They slice the cooling connections in the metal neatly.
((I'm sorry, I'm not much of a mechanic myself. So pardon my bullshit RPing. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 10:20 am
After about four hours of assemling parts, they finnaly finished.
"Okay I'll take this downstairs, I'll need your help dropping it in place."
Gearbox squatted down and picked up the engine with his mechanical left arm. He carried it to the elevator, set it down and pressed the basement level button on the outside. He ran down the stairs because the engine took up to much space for him to get in the elevator.
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