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smash_logs2015-08-09 03:50 pm
tempus_fixit) wrote in smash_logs2015-08-09 03:50 pm
Nuts n' bolts
Who: Lucca, damaged robots, nosy onlookers (threadjacking encouraged)
What: August repair log!
Where: Machine shop
When: Friday nights
Warnings: T for TECHNOBABBLE
Lucca's posted reminders about open repairs on Fridays seems to be working. At first, Lucca would quietly slip into the machine shop repair bay alone, with nothing but some uncomfortable-looking tools and her diagnostic equipment and wait for several hours in a darkened room that smelled faintly of coolant and burnt metal.
Now... she's still in the same room, but her increased self-confidence means that she's made the whole deal her own. The lights are ON now, she's commandeered the shop stereo for some light music to chase off the silence, and there are a couple six-packs of e-tanks and oil cans (and yes, even some soda) for refreshments. She's got an assistant now too! (The fact that it's her boyfriend, and they're regularly spending several hours along together, is completely unrelated.)
She's even borrowed a privacy screen from the nurse's office and set it behind the far bench, just in case someone comes in with a part broken off that doesn't normally see daylight. Hey, she's not here to judge, she's here to repair.
With the investigations and newfound monsters around the city, any 'bot could get themselves hurt. Whether you're a patient, a coolant donor, a robot enthusiast or a curious staff member, she'd be happy to say hi.
What: August repair log!
Where: Machine shop
When: Friday nights
Warnings: T for TECHNOBABBLE
Lucca's posted reminders about open repairs on Fridays seems to be working. At first, Lucca would quietly slip into the machine shop repair bay alone, with nothing but some uncomfortable-looking tools and her diagnostic equipment and wait for several hours in a darkened room that smelled faintly of coolant and burnt metal.
Now... she's still in the same room, but her increased self-confidence means that she's made the whole deal her own. The lights are ON now, she's commandeered the shop stereo for some light music to chase off the silence, and there are a couple six-packs of e-tanks and oil cans (and yes, even some soda) for refreshments. She's got an assistant now too! (The fact that it's her boyfriend, and they're regularly spending several hours along together, is completely unrelated.)
She's even borrowed a privacy screen from the nurse's office and set it behind the far bench, just in case someone comes in with a part broken off that doesn't normally see daylight. Hey, she's not here to judge, she's here to repair.
With the investigations and newfound monsters around the city, any 'bot could get themselves hurt. Whether you're a patient, a coolant donor, a robot enthusiast or a curious staff member, she'd be happy to say hi.
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She hops off the table she'd been climbing to reach some high-roosting hand tools, her search successful, and sidles to him with a kiss on the cheek.
"I wanna thank you again, Rock. Seriously, you're the best assistant a girl can ask for." She adds with a silly sideways smile.
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