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thisavrou_log2016-10-05 07:45 pm
prorenataa) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-10-05 07:45 pm
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Scrap It - Junk Yard [ OPEN! ]
Who: Everybody
When: During the Moira's visit to the Mini Colony
Where: The Mini Colony
What: A junk yard
Warnings: Could be violence but none for now, will update if necessary.
In an area of space known as the Runoff you might expect a junk yard of epic proportions. It would appear that the yard, known on the colony as 'Scrap It', lived up to those expectations.
Positioned at the edge of the colony, it seemed to go on for miles. From scrap metal, to scraps of ships, to scraps of just about anything the mind could imagine, it had made its way to this Mini Colony; this junk yard.
The place was a treasure trove of raw materials for anyone with an eye to pick it and the smarts to develop it! Though the yard did NOT deal in high end tech or software disposal (you’re not going to build an AI from scratch out of this place) some people might recognize bits and pieces that belonged to their worlds. Even without those bits, the particularly crafty might still be able to develop a project or two.
During the day the clientele was pretty much as you’d expect. Mechanics, inventors, bargain hunters all mostly above board types who are simply going about their own business.
At night it’s a slight different story.
Night time in the yard is the time of scavengers and opportunists. Fist fights were a common sight, especially if two or more people were after the same bit of torn bit hose. Physical altercations were often the easier way to go about getting what you wanted, as more enterprising individuals would stake their claim on a bit of the yard, and their 'customers' had to be ready to trade, pay or fight for it.
Bidding wars were a song of the night in the yard.
The yard was manned by employees at all hours. Those in the daylight were fairly easy to find, could even be helpful if asked politely. Those on duty during the night kept to the office and weren't interested in being bothered by what was going on outside; they had ill gotten gains to count!
[ Welcome to Scrap It!
OOC information about the yard can be found here including approval from the mods for characters to find canon items in the yard! If you want to find something and/or want a thread with an NPC for the yard, let me know on the OOC post!
Otherwise, enjoy your dumpster diving! ]
When: During the Moira's visit to the Mini Colony
Where: The Mini Colony
What: A junk yard
Warnings: Could be violence but none for now, will update if necessary.
In an area of space known as the Runoff you might expect a junk yard of epic proportions. It would appear that the yard, known on the colony as 'Scrap It', lived up to those expectations.
Positioned at the edge of the colony, it seemed to go on for miles. From scrap metal, to scraps of ships, to scraps of just about anything the mind could imagine, it had made its way to this Mini Colony; this junk yard.
The place was a treasure trove of raw materials for anyone with an eye to pick it and the smarts to develop it! Though the yard did NOT deal in high end tech or software disposal (you’re not going to build an AI from scratch out of this place) some people might recognize bits and pieces that belonged to their worlds. Even without those bits, the particularly crafty might still be able to develop a project or two.
During the day the clientele was pretty much as you’d expect. Mechanics, inventors, bargain hunters all mostly above board types who are simply going about their own business.
At night it’s a slight different story.
Night time in the yard is the time of scavengers and opportunists. Fist fights were a common sight, especially if two or more people were after the same bit of torn bit hose. Physical altercations were often the easier way to go about getting what you wanted, as more enterprising individuals would stake their claim on a bit of the yard, and their 'customers' had to be ready to trade, pay or fight for it.
Bidding wars were a song of the night in the yard.
The yard was manned by employees at all hours. Those in the daylight were fairly easy to find, could even be helpful if asked politely. Those on duty during the night kept to the office and weren't interested in being bothered by what was going on outside; they had ill gotten gains to count!
[ Welcome to Scrap It!
OOC information about the yard can be found here including approval from the mods for characters to find canon items in the yard! If you want to find something and/or want a thread with an NPC for the yard, let me know on the OOC post!
Otherwise, enjoy your dumpster diving! ]
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The answer to that is a tentative "just about anything," but with a "nothing that still works" caveat.
[ He eyes the motor she's all but cradling in her hands. ]
That thing, for example, probably hasn't fulfilled its given purpose since long before you were even born.
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His comment snaps her attention back to the here and now, and to her own small find. ]
It's more . . . since 'long after', isn't it? This design . . .
[ She rubs at the place where the manufacturer's serial number would be, long obscured by rust. ]
It came out two years ago. Two years for me, I mean. But this part's lived a lot older than I have.
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[ Tony slides closer until he can peer at it in more detail, brow furrowed - it doesn't look like anything particularly noteworthy to him, at least not in the sense that he could pinpoint a timeframe or manufacturer. ]
Like, that model specifically?
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[ She tilts it so he can get a better view, glancing up to watch him. Looking for a glimmer of recognition, maybe, and just as curious when there's none to be found. ]
I couldn't tell you the company. It's mass produced, not custom work . . . a lot of the identifiers would be in the casing instead of the internals. And with the coils seized, I can't check the rotation.
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[ Said like, "huh." ]
And a familiar part in the great wide universal pit of junk... [ He rubs his chin thoughtfully, brow furrowed. It's surprising anything around here can surprise him anymore, but there it is. ] That's gotta be more Ingress nonsense, unless it fell out of your pockets on the way in.
[ Which begs the question, if he kept looking, would he find something with the name STARK emblazoned across it? ]