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jikan_rpg2022-06-20 02:29 am
historicallyloaded) wrote in jikan_rpg2022-06-20 02:29 am
[open] From my heart and from my hand
⌛ Who: Brickston & YOU
⌛ What: Tinker Emporium open post + catch-all
⌛ When: June/Julyish or whenever you want time is fake
⌛ Where: Shitaya, Tokyo
⌛ Warnings: none yet
[ Colloquially known as Brickston's shop or the TSR, this is a Tinker, Salvage, and Repair shop. From watches to toys to weapons to vehicles to your favorite Gacha item roll and anything in-between; if it's broken, Bricks can fix it. He can strip things down to parts (where did it come from, did you steal it, maybe he won't ask so many questions if you slide some uki under the table) or modify/upgrade/downgrade existing items (within reason!). His favorite things to tinker with are machinery and weapons.
Located in sun-blocked Shitaya, the Tinker Emporium also has a few homemade wares for sale on shelves in the front part of the store; mostly ranging from half-finished gadgets to spare parts to experimental alchemicals he mostly wants to be rid of. There's also a cozy little lounge/waiting area. More details.
Perhaps you're here at the Tinker Emporium for a legitimate reason, dropping off or picking up, or just popping in out of curiosity—either way, Brickston can typically be found at the front desk working on a tiny to medium sized project, a messy spread of diagrams and schematics pinned up on the wall behind him. Currently, maybe something that looks like a miniature Buster Sword with some mechanical creative liberties taken to it. He'll chirp up and smile any time someone walks in. ]
Welcome to the TSR! I fix anything but a broken heart. [ He gestures to the large sign above the waiting area that says exactly that. ]
What can I do for you?
[ Just browsing? Great, he'll say, and rattle off the oddities that are on the shelves, maybe try to make conversation while continuing to work. He can multitask.
If he's not at the front desk, he might be back in the garage working hard on something bigger (perhaps adding what appears to be wings or helicopter blades to a motorbike of sorts) and might not hear you right away over either the music or the welding. If he's in the back try ringing the bell at his desk, or maybe more productively go find him. Give him a break, he's a one man crew. ]
⌛ What: Tinker Emporium open post + catch-all
⌛ When: June/Julyish or whenever you want time is fake
⌛ Where: Shitaya, Tokyo
⌛ Warnings: none yet
[ Colloquially known as Brickston's shop or the TSR, this is a Tinker, Salvage, and Repair shop. From watches to toys to weapons to vehicles to your favorite Gacha item roll and anything in-between; if it's broken, Bricks can fix it. He can strip things down to parts (where did it come from, did you steal it, maybe he won't ask so many questions if you slide some uki under the table) or modify/upgrade/downgrade existing items (within reason!). His favorite things to tinker with are machinery and weapons.
Located in sun-blocked Shitaya, the Tinker Emporium also has a few homemade wares for sale on shelves in the front part of the store; mostly ranging from half-finished gadgets to spare parts to experimental alchemicals he mostly wants to be rid of. There's also a cozy little lounge/waiting area. More details.
Perhaps you're here at the Tinker Emporium for a legitimate reason, dropping off or picking up, or just popping in out of curiosity—either way, Brickston can typically be found at the front desk working on a tiny to medium sized project, a messy spread of diagrams and schematics pinned up on the wall behind him. Currently, maybe something that looks like a miniature Buster Sword with some mechanical creative liberties taken to it. He'll chirp up and smile any time someone walks in. ]
Welcome to the TSR! I fix anything but a broken heart. [ He gestures to the large sign above the waiting area that says exactly that. ]
What can I do for you?
[ Just browsing? Great, he'll say, and rattle off the oddities that are on the shelves, maybe try to make conversation while continuing to work. He can multitask.
If he's not at the front desk, he might be back in the garage working hard on something bigger (perhaps adding what appears to be wings or helicopter blades to a motorbike of sorts) and might not hear you right away over either the music or the welding. If he's in the back try ringing the bell at his desk, or maybe more productively go find him. Give him a break, he's a one man crew. ]
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She takes a moment to take everything in as she closes the door behind her, golden eyes glancing over the schematics pinned to the wall and... is that a sword? It looks like a sword. But her focus isn't on the projects or questionable swords, rather she's more keen to seek out the owner himself and a few dings on the bell don't get a response either.
So into the garage she goes, once again taking a cursory glance over everything, before her eyes focus on who she was looking for. As he swings his legs while he's welding... helicopter blades onto a bike? Well, she's no expert so she won't try to think of how that works. And she'll wait for a lull in the welding before she speaks up, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear her otherwise; ]
What are you working on? [ Yes this is how she says hi. ]
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[ Whatever surprise or suspicion he had on his face is quickly replaced with a bright smile. He doesn't mind at all she let herself in and, perhaps a bit smugly, a bit proudly, rolls on his side so he can gesture to the machine with one arm while propping himself up on his elbow with the other. ]
Just a little add-on to the steam-cycle I won not long ago. [ Okay maybe laying on his side is a little impolite of a way to try and have a conversation with a lady so he swings his legs out and at least sits up. ] They're quite modular and popular in Port Market. Do you know of them?
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Once closer she takes a better look at the bike, canting her head a little as she puzzles over the addition still - is it to let it fly? - before turning her eyes to Bricks. ]
This is my first time seeing one like this, but I drove something similar back home. [ Which she does faintly miss, if only because it was handy to get around so quickly. ]
Though the one I had before didn't operate on steam. Or allowed additions like helicopter blades. [ So already this is way better than her old bike. ]
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Most of the vehicles where I'm from run on electroplasm. No such thing here, so adapting to this steam technology has been... interesting. [ He forces a smile. Steam is much less volatile, less powerful, less multi-purpose, and therefore much less exciting. But! The novelty of a challenge was enough to keep Bricks interested. Imagine! Water! As energy! ]
What did yours run on?
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I'm afraid where you're from is still far more interesting. The one I drove ran on gasoline... A few vehicles back home ran on steam, but nothing ever ran on electroplasm.
[ She's fairly certain there's not even been a way to properly harvest it yet, let alone use it for an energy source. ]
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[ He rubs his chin and regards his own motorbike as if imagining how to outfit it with that kind of internal combustion engine. Crude oil wasn't non-existent where he was from, but very difficult to obtain. Not terribly viable. Drilling in the seas was not an option and drilling on land would have required protective barriers and tons of resources. He supposed it could be done but it would require significant investment in all manners of machinery and industries, to say nothing of the Empire's approval and permission. As it was, there was too much risk for too little reward. ]
Probably a bit smelly and smoky, I imagine. [ He laughs softly. He also concedes to not working on his bike for the time being, pulls his grease-stained gloves off and tucks them in the front pockets of his apron. He does have a potential customer in front of him, after all. ]
So. Is there anything I can help you with? Or are you just visiting my humble workshop? [ He sounds equally optimistic about either option. ]
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[ Judging by his reaction, she can assume that it's not such a common source of fuel where he's from. Or even a fuel source at all. Not that it sounds like it's needed, based on what he's told her.
Of course, she doesn't know the exact mechanics of it, but she does huff a soft laugh in agreement - giving a gentle nod. ]
It is. It smells awful, and it also makes an awful racket. [ But she still loves her bike, despite all the gross smoke and noise. Then she blinks at that question, and something almost... sheepish tinges her expression, flick her eyes to the side for a moment before focusing back on Bricks.]
Oh, I was just visiting, after I saw your video. But I'm sorry for interrupting your work. [ Not that he seems remotely upset about it, but the sentiment is still there. ]
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[ Brickston never turned work off, mired it with play so much the two were nearly indistinguishable at this juncture. If he was productive, helpful, moving himself or others forward no matter how small or big he was happy. The steam-cycle could certainly wait, however. That was a personal project. ]
I've taken care of my of my work orders for the day. Just some bits and bobs for the local Hanyo.
May I show you around?
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Of course, it helps that she feels so comfortable around him too. ]
Yes, please. [ That smile returns as she nods, before she pauses for a moment - a thought coming to mind. ]
Could you show me some of the other things you're working on too?
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[ He really doesn't need an invitation for that; he starts by taking her towards the front of the store where a few small shelves hold various elixirs, drinks, potions, salves and other concoctions. Most are simply energy supplements or pain relief or uh... amorous enhancements, but he goes on to explain he's still in the experimental phase using Nippon's native flora to create these. By comparison in his native Doskvol he'd have access to more supernatural ingredients; potions that would let objects slip into the ghost field, attract or ward off spirits or hungry beasties in the deadlands, or even momentarily defy gravity. He's optimistic he might be able to recreate something of that sort here. For what reason or benefit...? Just because he can.
But those seem to be side projects, afterthoughts. More of his pride comes out when he takes her in the back and shows mechanical projects. On one work desk there are some diagrams for a particularly bulky set of gauntlets (labeled "punch gloves", work in progress) but what's actually built is a more refined glove with what look like thimbles on the finger-tips. ]
And this is a—I'd say noticeable and much more elegant improvement over the original design—have you ever thought while working on something, Oh, that wrench is all the way over there and letting this bar down would be terribly inconvenient...? Well, fret not with Magnet Gloves.
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There's few healers of her kind and caliber in the East. There's few Kitsune, too, making her a popular hire among humans and her business subsequently more lucrative, but Shitaya isn't populated by humans. It's largely populated by Hanyo, which had been as great a surprise to Prim as the obvious poorness of it. The people haven't been necessarily unfriendly, but there's something unkind about the eyes following her. It seen her quicken her step and glance over her shoulder a few times and, eventually, duck into a shop.
She peers outside for a moment, then sighs. ]
'T would be best to wait it out here.
[ She murmurs to herself, but where is "here" exactly? She hadn't quite caught the shop's name or hours when she'd ducked inside. Turning now, she pauses and looks around.
Is that a vial? ]
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Slowly.
It helped he was very good at what it he did, and there always was a need for a good handyman no matter the location.
It helped that the name Penderyn didn't mean anything at all down here other than what he was making for it. (A nice change, he thinks.) And, perhaps, they sensed that deep down he wasn't entirely human himself—another misfit under the surface, just like them.
Hearing the jingle of the doorbell, he lifts his head up from behind the front counter, pen lifted from the inventory sheet he'd been writing. ]
Hello! [ Pleasantly and well rehearsed, ] Welcome to the Tinker Empori— um... oh! Miss Prim? Is that you? [ If she's harried and seeking sanctuary in his shop he hasn't quite noticed yet. ]