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 Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2019 2:30 pm
Pic: TBF
A hangout for Team JOLD, and the invited few, this Motorcycle Shop is a therapeutic place for the Insect Faunus herself. The shop has four bike lifts, parts hanging from the walls and ceiling. Every tool one could ever need is in its place. The garage takes up two-thirds of the building as the last third fits a large couch, jukebox, pool table, a large plasma screen tv. There is a weapon locker, be sure to check in your weapons at the door.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2019 3:14 pm
 Wearing: Battle Outfit - Mood: Okay - Gear: Tools, spray guns - With: Alone - Size: Regular With a flick of her wrist the lights and building powered to life. It was an off radar sight from her adoptive parents and until recently her team. Taking off her harness she'd place her weapon in the locker as the building was to be a therapeutic safe haven. School Doctor had suggested it shortly first team had been killed before her eyes. With the break up from Ora or Val, whatever she was going by now, and the added pain from what had recently happened she needed this place now more then ever. She did tell Jazz she would be there, with her scroll off, and where to find her exactly. Taking a deep breath she went to Jukebox, pressing a few buttons classic rock would start to play. Already Lena felt some ease as she grabbed a small case of sockets. Partly assembled the Insect Faunus would park herself on a stool and begin would on a motor. She would wrench away, letting herself get lost in the work and music. Peace flooding over her like a diver going into a pool. "Pour some sugar on meeeeee! In the name of Love!..."93OoC: I had permission to make this
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2019 10:49 am
 NAME >>> Jazz Myers COMPANY >>> Ora EMOTION >>> Deep in thought MISSION >>> None SEMBLANCE >>> 4 /4 - No current remnants - - - - - -Jazz hadn't ever been to Lena's workshop, he recalled when she mentioned her "safe space" that it sounded like a good idea for her, at least that way she was staying out of trouble. From outside it looked like a humble mechanic shop. I wonder if she's making money off this? Does she even know how to manage a business? That's not important right now. He paused for a moment outside her shop, only now did he realise how long he had been running for. It wouldn't look good to walk in panting, especially as this was supposed to be a theraputic place for Lena, he didn't want to bring any undue stress. He was already going to ask for a lot from her. When he regained his breath he slowly opened the door to Lena's shop. Hello? Lena are you in? Immediatley Jazz realised Lena wouldn't hear him, the music was blaring something that you could claim to be music, but to Jazz it was just harsh noise. Closing the door behind him to avoid disturbing the locals any more Jazz decided to speak up. Lena! It's Jazz! Is it ok if I come in? He stood by the door and waited for her to either tell him to leave or welcome him inside. She appeared to be working on a motor, a motor to what Jazz had no idea.
Post Count: 88
Mission Count: 2
OOC: Took my time xDTeam JOLD
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2019 11:03 am
Wearing: Battle Outfit - Mood: Okay - Gear: Tools, spray guns - With: Alone - Size: Regular With the song dying down the jukebox would put something more old school on, a more classical genre like Frank Sinatra. All the while Lena was lost in her own little world, hands greasy, face smudged with grime, parts laid out on a table. She would jump a little as a familiar voice called out, her team captain Jazz. If he sent a message ahead of time she’d never know as her scroll was off. "Hey Jazz-hands, come on in. Doing some spark plugs and piston replacements on this classic hog." She'd turn back around to the bike to work. Her tone sounded at ease, Peaceful, a tinge of joy. It was clear she was in her element. "And now... the end is near. So I face the final curtain..." Singing along with the song, her voice sounding like that of silk compared to the previous song selection. "Welcome to the Wasp Hive. My safe place and maybe a future business." The music was ramping up to the chorus as Lena was hammering a piston into the engine black. "I got a couch behind me! TV too, if you want the music can be turned down." She was shouting back, mostly because her back was turn. 94OoC:
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 6:09 am
NAME >>> Jazz Myers COMPANY >>> Lena EMOTION >>> Relaxed into cautious MISSION >>> None SEMBLANCE >>> 4 /4 - No current remnants - - - - - -As the noise came to an end Lena finally heard him. Jazz had no idea what she was doing even after Lena explained it. Interesting. How long does that tend to take? Jazz was trying his best to show interest in the things his team did, on account of Lunia's suggestion. The next song was far more pleasing to Jazz' ears. Huh, she has quite the collective taste. Not sure those two would be a good transition, but to each their own.Lena was clearly calm in this environment, something Jazz hadn't seen from Lena, she was even singing along to the music. My friends... I'll say it clear... I'll state my case... Of which I'm certain. A beautiful song. Music was something Jazz could easily connect to Lena through, hopefully. Lena introduced the garage as the "Wasp Hive". Interesting name... It will definitely stand out from others. Jazz was unsure that would be a good thing for her potential business, but it was her choice to make. As the chorus was building Lena offered Jazz the back third of her garage. Thank you. Before I settle down though I need to ask something of you. Feel free to turn it down, but you're the only person I know, who I trust, that might be able to do this. Jazz paused for a moment waiting for Lena to turn around. Are you able to... Well, I suppose hack into someone's scroll? He was clearly worried to even ask the question, whether it was because he was worried she could or if he was unsure he should even ask the question was unclear.
Post Count: 89
Mission Count: 2
OOC: Spy time?Team JOLD
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2019 9:29 am
Wearing: Battle Outfit - Mood: Okay - Gear: Tools, spray guns - With: Alone - Size: Regular "Well Wasps Nest use to be a strip club apperently. So... yeah." After tapping the piston in Lena would finish the assembly. Turning the shaft to make sure she'd be able to get compression. Satisfied she would turn around to face Jazz. Blinking a bit as she heard the request he had made. She took a few deep breaths, it was a big question. "As illegal as it is... I could. I can do scrolls, some computers. Anything corporate would take time and military would be impossible without some dedicated servers." Grabbing a rag she would begin to wipe away the grease, cleaning off her hands. "Why do you ask."95OoC:
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2019 9:49 am
NAME >>> Jazz Myers COMPANY >>> Lena EMOTION >>> Cautious and Serious MISSION >>> None SEMBLANCE >>> 4 /4 - No current remnants - - - - - -An interesting anecdote... probably one best not spread to future customers, depending on the perception one wished to gain. Lena seemed somewhat concerened as to his question but otherwise answered it wholly and, as far as he knew, truthfully. For a moment Jazz walked around the back of her workshop wondering how to respond. Eventually he would leen against the wall near the jukebox. Simply put, I need to know that a piece of information given to me is true.Walking towards Lena he stopped to show her the picture of Narx. I don't know if you know this man, but that's irrelevant. I'm going to enquire if someone else knows who this is and if so, whether they knew this person was attending Beacon Academy. Putting his scroll away he'd cross his arms and look at Lena showing her how important this information was to him. First, would you be able to attach something to a message I send so that I can hear through someone's Scroll? Second, would you be willing to do so? Sighing he nodded his head and looked over at what she was tinkering on. I know this time, and space, is meant for you to relax. So, I won't force this request on you. But. I want you to know that you are the only person I trust for such a task.Walking over to the billiard table he ran his fingers across it slowly. If you do so choose to avoid this request, then I'll send my message and hope the reponse is indeed the truth. A small smile spread across his face as he took in the room properly. This place is lovely.
Post Count: 90
Mission Count: 2
OOC: Sorry lot happened last weekTeam JOLD
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2019 12:26 pm
Wearing: Battle Outfit - Mood: Okay - Gear: Tools, spray guns - With: Alone - Size: Regular When the picture was presented, after his comment about probably not sharing strip club comment, she would nod. "I’ve seen him around school. I believe his name is Narx, head of Ora and Felix's clan if I recall. We touched briefly on it during the beach trip." Thinking a bit she'd grab a pen and some paper, writing down all she would need. "To do a packet like I’m gonna need a more powerful computer." Lena would smile as he said how much he liked it. To her it meant that her sanctuary could also be a safe place for friends and teammates. "Thanks. And thanks for trusting me with this though." Making her wat to the table she’d grab the eight ball. Spinning the ball on the table a little bit. "How long would I have to prepare the virus? Also it would take more time to make it smart and self deleting if detected."96OoC:
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