[Video]An announcement

[shadowsgambit]

Hoi, everyone - pretty nasty stuff going on, huh? [Fortuna hums softly, as if unsure of what to say next.]

Look, I know this isn't the time for a sales pitch. But, you know...maybe it's time for this one. I've been getting things together to start my own workshop to build stuff, not just repair. Now that I've got all of it...well, with creepy assassination attempts going on, wouldn't everyone want a weapon? Thing is, I'm gonna need someone to show me how, I've never tried to build guns, or any other weapon for that matter. So I'm hiring, I guess. Temporary.

And once we crank out enough stuff, you all can buy them. Just don't go attacking each other with 'em, got it? I doubt I'd be able to stay in business if you do. You can find me in 2-09 in building 4 now. I've expanded into 2-11 too, for the supplies and equipment. Catch you there, chummers.

[Secure channel: Rangar]

Got some news for you guys too. You catch all that? It's something else. I know you asked us to learn what we know, and I infiltrate places for a living back home. See, though...most of us here are eight feet tall or more. And that's not normal for you people here. Makes it kind of hard to get around. So I'm wondering if you'd rather do it - or if there's any reason you want to stay in the city. I'm thinking of making my place a safehouse for you guys. How's that sound to you?

Comments

Consider her impressed

[shadowsgambit]

"Sounds like you're one wiz mechanic." And not a jerk, like the other one she's met. It's almost hard to believe, but what does she have to lose by just taking a look, really?

"Sure, bring it over. I'm sure we can work something out."

Aw, shucks

[purple_chelonian]

"I don't like to brag," Don insists modestly. (But then, he doesn't have a pair of robots that he remote controls via an implant in his brain, so everyone's got their own impressive features.)

"When did you want me to come over?"

[shadowsgambit]

It's only impressive here. It's...still kind of weird, actually, even after almost a year.

"Whenever you want. There's no rush."

[purple_chelonian]

"I'm not doing anything right now, if you're free?"

[shadowsgambit]

"Sure. I'm just handling stuff for this anyway. Come on over."

Better sooner than later, she figures. And honestly, she'd much prefer him over certain other candidates...

Audio/action

[purple_chelonian]

"Okay, I'll be right over," Don says, packing a few examples of his work into his duffel and slinging it over his back. A few minutes later, there's a knock at Fortuna's door.

action

[shadowsgambit]

She answers and grins at the turtle when she sees him.

"Hey. Come on in."

She leads him inside, to mostly empty space. Some workbenches, a few actual chairs to sit at, a table, a desk. But mostly, she's cleared this place out for space for anything she needs.

"Sorry it's not much to look at yet."

Still action

[purple_chelonian]

"It's got plenty of space, that's what counts. Better than having to work in my apartment. I had to pull up the carpet before I could start welding," he says, setting his duffel bag down on the table and pulling out a homemade radar gun, along with a half-finished webcam, a refurbished video game console, and some carefully bubble-wrapped circuit boards in the process of becoming as good as new.

[shadowsgambit]

Fortuna looks the things over, curiously. "And you made all these?"

She's kind of envious about the circuit boards. That's hard to work with when your hand consistently blocks your view of half your working surface. She inspects the radar gun the closest, picking it up if he puts it down.