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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 19, 2012 15:05:13 GMT -8
Sonya- "Don't worry. We teach you a little electrics and you can help make some." "I bet Chantelle doesn't need those appliances, but we can verify that before we butcher anything. I'm betting even wall appliances can give us a few parts we can use! This joint is gonna have a charger in every room, plus some for trade with other bozos!" GM NOTE: If you want to do some creative writing about stuff that happens during the project, go ahead. Put words in Stevie or Sonya's mouths if it helps and we can edit their dialog if we think something slightly different would be better for the characters, but I doubt we'd have to change much.
Sonya is an electrical engineer so she knows about typical wattages and what sort of surge protection would be required, issues with recharging batteries or using them for unintended purposes (car batteries used for kitchen appliances, whatever), and so on. Or if she doesn't know it, she can figure it out.
Stevie knows rudimentary electronics and mechanics, and is the kind of guy to know how to program all the VCRs of the world, but can't program a computer.
They decided music is a priority for sanity and culture purposes, so they're on that. Unfortunately iPods have a habit of getting corrupted or screwed up sometimes, necessitating "Synching" with a computer. To that end, they'll need to power one of those at some point.
And more important than that, they're making as many power generation devices as they can muster, with parts scavenged from useless devices, cars, computers, whatever.
When you're done (or if you don't bother), go to the 6th floor or individual rooms. Don't take Ben too far into the evening because an event has been planned for it!
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Post by Gillsing on Oct 21, 2012 12:01:37 GMT -8
"Ooh, trade? Good idea! I didn't even think about that." Stevie- "Oh yeah... I mean, it's a real test of human nature. Are people gonna form reasonable little communities willing to work together? Then we can trade. Are they gonna be flipped out psychos? I guess we'll just have more juice than everyone else. Win-win."
Ben went out to hunt for appliances, and started out by gathering all the non-kitchen stuff, bringing it back to Sonya and Stevie. "That should keep them supplied for a while," he thought, as he then decided to take a detour to the mail boxes and the loading dock on the first floor. Had his packages arrived? He would prefer not to ask Bryce about it quite yet, and hopefully the slacker hadn't bothered to keep the door locked... When he returned to his duties, Ben gathered all the kitchen appliances, and took them to the comm center for evaluation. Would Chantelle prefer this mixer or a charger? Well, maybe it'd be a bunch of mixers in exchange for one charger. Hard to say for sure. And hey, could he have a little snack while he was there? Great! Chantelle- "We'll hold onto these, thanks!" She took a small selection of kitchen gizmos. "Have a salmon cream cracker!"
The rest of the day, what little remained until evening, was spent taking apart the appliances and sorting all the components into several boxes and piles, during which Ben got to learn a bit about which components could be used for what. Sonya was of course amazingly talented, and wonderful in every way. And Stevie sure knew his stuff, though Ben frequently had trouble keeping up with the older man's jokes. Stevie- "So forgivin' me for racist stereotypin' a minute but it seems like that's all the jokes I know, uh, wait I can do this with somethin' else, let's say a rabbit a coyote and an ocelot walk into a bar...."
Ben had one concern though: His electric shaver was practically out of charge when he had finished shaving that morning, and he had never really learned how to use a razor properly. "Would it be possible to get a charger for my shaver before I grow a real neckbeard? Or should I just man up and learn how to use a razor?" Sonya- "Let me see the charger for... We can make it work. No problem!"
Ben- "Great!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Oct 21, 2012 21:33:27 GMT -8
Ben and company worked hard, but amused themselves by playing music and having Christmas lights blink. It seemed like the most lively place in the building, just three people sitting in folding chairs around a cheap table, tinkering with the innards of man's creations.
Eventually, they went to the Comm Center to put completed generators in the supply center and relax for the evening. PROCEED TO 6th floor thread! Or Ben's apartment, if you prefer. It will be presently sans Jackson.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 3, 2012 23:27:23 GMT -8
Ben and Sonya sat around for too long drinking juice and talking before they started working.Sonya- "No Stevie today, it is sad."
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Post by Gillsing on Nov 4, 2012 1:32:38 GMT -8
tab "Yeah," Ben admitted, making sure to keep his voice down out of consideration for Sonya's hangover. "I'm afraid I won't be able to cover for him when it comes to entertainment. Or electrical stuff. But I read on the list that he's out getting stuff that we could use in here, so I guess he'll be back later today. With presents. Like a big, old Santa Claus."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 4, 2012 1:46:31 GMT -8
Sonya- "Mm. I hope he will make a quiet hohoho." The two made idle chitchat for a bit, and Sonya began to feel a bit better. She stretched on the floor for one last rest before work. Ben was struck by the human resemblance to their monkey cousins - she was like some kind of cute black and white monkey from a very hot place, basking in a sunbeam. Sonya- "What do we do to fight if the monsters come?" She seemed like she was feeling philosophical.
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Post by Gillsing on Nov 4, 2012 3:57:57 GMT -8
"I was thinking of using fire against the ghosts. Put a torch on a long pole, and see what happens. Maybe it won't do anything, but if they're some kind of gas it might work." Sonya- "Mm. Yes, the smell make me think that would work... It is weird the ghost, in story they are of other world... You could not touch. But these... Maybe we can burn them. That would be different to every story."
Ben leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. "Don't really know what to do about demon-possessed people though. But apparently Seth and the others dealt with one of those, so maybe we'll just do whatever they did and hope that it works again. I'll have to ask Seth what they really did. He said he wanted me on his council, so maybe we'll convene some time when he's not busy running around out there."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 4, 2012 13:13:21 GMT -8
Sonya- "Ivan say last night, remember? Um, he heard that they had to chop her up into little piece and burn. It is horrible."
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Post by Gillsing on Nov 4, 2012 20:08:56 GMT -8
tab "Hmm... yes, that did sound horrible. But I was thinking more of how to catch them before they possess someone, or start climbing around in the ceiling. I think that's the real horror." tab Ben had no trouble recalling 'Mary' dripping her blood on him from high above at the mall. 'Horrible' didn't even begin to describe it. Not so much because of what she did, but because of what she could have done if she had wanted to. Or was he simply overestimating their power? Maybe they weren't that powerful after all? At least if there's no gun around? Though a knife ought to work just as well if the possessed person really wanted to kill themselves. tab "Maybe we'll end up having to put knives on long poles to poke flying demons in the hallways? Or maybe they won't come here? For all we know, all the demons and ghosts could have gone back to where they came from, just leaving the zombies they created."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 4, 2012 20:49:47 GMT -8
Sonya- "I will pretend that is."
She sat up.
"Time for work."
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Post by Gillsing on Nov 4, 2012 23:48:39 GMT -8
tab Ben nodded in agreement and got to work. Cut the red wire or the blue wire? He let Sonya decide.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 5, 2012 20:43:10 GMT -8
They proceeded until joined by a huffin' puffin' Stevie. He had lunch with them, and then they all went down to bring in the supplies. By that time someone had at least moved them inside the barricade, so it was just a matter of dragging it all back up to the workshop. Sonya made it easier by leaving stuff that wasn't immediately essential in the garage, so they could get the day's requisite up in one trip. They were still heavily loaded. Stevie- "Oh my god, I don't want to work any more today. We don't have a clock to punch, do we?"
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Post by Gillsing on Nov 5, 2012 22:26:44 GMT -8
tab "No clock, only the sun... Sun Punch!" Ben made a mock Kung Fu punch into the air. tab "But I guess no one can make you work if you don't feel like it? We'd just sit here and miss you. Maybe you could entertain us with your grand exploits? Or scare us, if you want to talk about what it's like out there."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 6, 2012 0:36:19 GMT -8
Stevie- "Naw, I'll stick around... Man, it'll be great when this stuff is all made and all we gotta do is fix stuff that breaks!"
Sonya- "Sun punch! Is good for zombies. "
Stevie- "I'll tell ye tales, alright... Tales to make ye blood run cold! e!" Stevie told them about what it was like. It sounded to Sonya and Ben like it was not quite as bad as when they first arrived in the neighborhood, but maybe he made light. He helped as he went, and they finished making some of the early crank generators more versatile and a lot safer to use. They were strange gizmos - various plastic shells held shut with crazy glue, housing machinery they were not built for, sides bustling with ports for various phone, PDA, and mp3 player type devices. Sonya- "This work, it makes me feel like a smart sorcerer. Like a Dumbledore. I make good magic things for people."
Stevie- "I know! I just wish the world didn't have to go to crap in a basket for us to feel this good about our jobs."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2012 2:37:31 GMT -8
A strange mechanical hum echoed through the room, and it took a couple moments to place it-- and to place that it should not be a sound they were hearing. The elevator, on its way up.
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