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(Setting) Chapel-3 District
| >A tall, young man walks up to the building, looking around a bit.
"This looks like the place... Hello?"
>He walks up to the entrance and knocks on it
| As expected, the man reacts and heads to open the door, greeting the newcomer.
"Yo, here for the Prints?"
> The man's rather young, with tired eyes to greet.
| "Yup, what's in the blueprints by the way?"
>The tall replies in turn, heavy bags can be seen under his eyes as he keeps him hands huddled in a long dark blue coat to stave off the cold.
| "Some I haven't looked at, I can tell you there's some weapons, buildings, even Robotics designs. I figured a few would be interesting, some have titles like 'testing' and 'V'. Oh, uh.. Come on in."
> He makes room in the doorway, insisting him to enter.
| "Thanks"
>He walks in, being relieved that he is free from the elements for the moment.
"Well those certainly sound interesting, now I'm really curious to see what they're about."
| (Long day, sorry.)
"Awesome. You want anything to drink or something? They're right over here."
> The man leads into the living room, a rather large area with a center table cornered by two couches. Upon the table are two boxes with the larger prints hanging out. Dust is still visible on the area.
| (Its cool, same here.)
"Nah it's fine, thanks for offering though."
>CN walks over to check out the blueprints as he talks.
| "No problem. You don't have to pay for any of those. I've been finding more and more as the day goes, I'd rather just get them out."
> As you pull them out, many are simple buildings you can find throughout glitch, hidden accesses are circles and valuable finds are marked. Some of the finds are titled the same as other blueprints, such as parts for military vehicles and energy weapons. A standalone is a print that's more purple than blue, with the goal of using plasma.
| "Hmm... Why does this place have all this stuff again? Did the previous tenant leave them or something?"
>CN rolls up the building blueprints and puts them away as he examines the purpleish print closer
| > The man scratches his head, peering from the open counter in the kitchen
"Yeah that's about it. I was looking into places I could buy instead of rent and, eh, it looked better on the website.. I was coming from over seas, so I didn't really get a chance to look at it first."
> The hangdun design is ominous with writing not in any easily known language. However english states it should be able to charge and fire plasma as a projectile, and use the shot as an EMP.
| "I didn't even think the person I talked to was the last tenant. They just kinda explained the place and left. I can show you what's in the garage still, if you want."
| "Hmm..."
>CN looks deep in thought as he looks at the prints
"Huh? Oh yea sure, if you don't mind."
>He goes to put the prints away with the rest of them
| "Cool, over here."
> The guy let's him get everything put away before leading into the garage. What seems like an open area arriving is only met with large clutter of objects, mostly boxes, in the back. It's obvious the open space they stand in took time to clear.
"Lotsa' Junk, but you can come across some cool stuff. Found a working lava lamp in there yesterday."
| "Hmm... let's see here..."
>CN walks to the far corner and starts looking around
| > The corner he chose hides many things unrelated to each other, parts for vehicles, tools, even lilim and AI spec can be found in the sorted mess. Interestingly enough, the more you dig, the more secrets you get.
"I guess I should tell you since going by Roomba is kinda sorta weird.. Name's George. George Miller."
| "Cool uh... I just go by CN in real life..."
>He starts looking around the AI specs and also a car axle on the off chance he finds it
| >George nods, taking out his phone.
"Nice, not many do that, not that I know of, anyways."
>On the AI, everything is pieced out as circuit boards with different shapes and sizes, nothing seems to have been used or damaged under the clutter. The axle, however, is easily a part that's found within a good portion of rusted metal. Small dents and bumps make it used, and is the only one found.
| >CN picks up a few boards that he thinks would be of good use for memory boards and puts him in his bag, then reaches down for the axle.
"I think I'm good... the axle alone would take some effort to carry back."
| "I can give you a ride, no problem. It is still wet out there, so.."
> As big as it is, it's rather easy to wiggle out of place, carrying is another story. George reaches into his pocket and fishes out his car keys whilst walking over to help CN lift the part.
| >CN takes a moment to think to himself, seemingly worried about something, but then comes to a realization.
"Sure, can you drive me down to the Industrial District then?"
| "Industrial? Yeah, I can do that."
> George doesn't question and reaches in to lift the other side of the axle.
"Car's over beside us in the alley, I'm sure you saw it."
> He starts making way for the open door.
| "Yea, I'll follow your lead."
>CN follows behind as he carries the other side of the axle.
| > Arriving, the car is an interest in Itself. It's an obvious import with the wheel on the right side and visible tuning with the tyres cambered out. George lifts his side of the axle and puts it into the back seat.
"Y'can go ahead and get in, I'll slide it in and put the roof up."
| "Hmm... alright then."
>He gently puts the axle down as he slips into the passenger seat
| > Getting it settled in, He heads over and joins CN in the drivers seat. With the start of the engine and a flip of a switch, the roof unfolds to keep them dry in the car. George buckles his belt and shifts into gear.
"Any specific part of the industrial? I'll need navigation if so."
> He rolls out of the alley before starting down the road.
| "Just until the outskirts is fine. The place is nearby there and I'll have help carrying it back in."
| "Gotcha. Here we go, then."
> Upon hitting a straight, he comfortably pushes the pedal down. A low responsive growl and they're on the way.
(OOC: Will there be another thread? Little bit new to this*)
| >CN types some stuff on his deck as you drive, it seems like security cameras can be seen on screen
(Hmm... normally yes, but this will just be an uneventful dropoff so theres no need for the thread this time.)
| (Okay, thanks. Just wanted to make sure.)
> Catching a glance, George chuckles, taking a turn and scouting the edge of the district ahead.
"So, what do you plan on doing with the prints? They'd seem pretty useful to a guy like you."
| "Hmm... Not sure yet. Hopefully some of the building schematics end up being of use if I'm lucky, and the there's one of the weapon schematics could help out too. Would need to find the parts later but we'll see."
>You notice as you drive that the lights seem to be turning green unusually fast
| "I see. In that case, I do wish you luck finding those parts. Sounds pretty interesting."
> He watches the lights closely, figuring it's someone wanting him to get to the destination without hassle. He takes a second longer to think but doesn't hesitate to get the pedal down, shifting and letting the more 'illegal' side of the car be heard, and felt. He keeps in sync with the lights changing, and eventually slowing down to a halt at the edge of the Industrial district.
| "Thanks for the ride."
>He steps out of the car and begins to take the axle out of the back of the car
| "No problem, if you need anything I'm always out on the street at night."
> George let's him get the axle out before revving the engine.
"Later, mate."
> Once you're done, he rolls forwards, getting some distance away before doing a decent 180 spinout, then gasing it back down the road.
| >He waves him off as he picks up the axle and carries it... somewhere
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| Rain drizzles in the dim lit district. The area stays intact with it's firefly neon lights. A lively recent addition to the area is a small convertible with a silver H blazed on it. The blue spec sleeps in the alley way next to the open garage, which houses a load of empty boxes, scrap and junk in general. A man sits quietly inside the building on his phone, listening to the rain.