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[unaffluent]

Who: Adam Parrish & anyone
When: Throughout March
Where: Kauto R2
What: catchall for adam at work and basically not at home
Warnings: none for now, watch subject lines



Garage

[Adam could have stayed working on St. Monmouth and easily made more than enough money since Ronan is basically a bottomless well of it but there's something that's important to him about making his own way, establishing independence and a job goes a long way with that. So, he'd found the equivalent of an auto shop in R2 and while he'd had to expand his mechanical knowledge to a whole new slew of things it was a good job and he'd go home every day feeling satisfied.

So, either you're looking for Adam Parrish or you're looking to get something fixed. Either way, he'll half look up when you come in.]

What can I help you with?

Wildcard

[Sometimes he finds lunch out and about so feel free to run into him like that or hit me up with whatever. Message me at poetanarchy if you want to discuss something.]

Comments

garage, of course!!

[shadowblends]

[During his last conversation with Adam, Kurt had braved the question of asking if his friend had gotten a job yet; it'd taken him longer than he'd liked, but he eventually found the shop in Region two.

In his case, he's definitely looking for Adam - no broken things on his end. He turns his head toward the voice, blinks a few times then flashes a broad grin.]

Well, hallo, Adam. Finding you in here was easier than I thought it would be.

[unaffluent]

[ In all honesty, there weren't a lot of people that worked at the shop. Most of the time Adam's by himself and the owner is off in the back office doing god knows what. Adam likes it well enough that way, though. He smiles when he hears Kurt, though, fully looking up before greeting him more personally. ]

Hey. There's not a lot of room to get lost really.

[shadowblends]

[Now that he knows there aren't many people working here, it will be far easier to find Adam the next time he comes in to drag him out for lunch.]

It's rather convenient, actually.

[Might as well get right to the point, then.] Do you have any lunch plans?

[unaffluent]

I like it. [It's something he hadn't really said about his old jobs but that he could say in full honesty about this one. Maybe, in general, he just liked being here, this planet more than he liked home.]

Not really. I usually just eat while I work. [Not because he had to or anything.]

[shadowblends]

And that's all that matters. [Because, you know, Adam is the one with a job. At least, that's what he's assuming his friend would like about it, since Kurt sort of misses his home.]

You work a lot, don't you? Taking some time for food is important, Adam. Will you come to lunch with me?

Garage

[amplifyings]

[ Blue doesn't have many other things to occupy her time during the day, and on this particular one she's feeling more bored than usual at St. Monmouth. The place was nice -- it was amazing, really -- but a change of scenery never hurt anyone, right?

That's how she finds herself at Adam's place of employment, seated on top of what she assumes is a toolbox currently not in use (at least, no one has tried to make any use of it since she's been there.), her legs folded Indian-style, elbows on either of her knees and her chin resting on her hands, quietly watching Adam.

Or not so quietly. Adam's work isn't one she understands, and every few moments she pipes up with another question as to what he's doing, or why he's doing it. ]

What's that do? [ She speaks around a spoonful of yogurt.

Is she trying to learn? Is she just bored of watching him in slience? Who knows. (It's likely the latter.) ]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam's not sure why she's there when it comes down to it. It's not that he particularly minds Blue being there but she does sort of cut into the way he usually zones out while he's working. To be honest, working on a car is one of the most relaxing things he can think of, when his mind and body just go on auto pilot.

But, every few minutes, or less, Blue is asking him questions and Adam's finding it hard to concentrate on what he's doing. So, instead of answering her question he stands up from where he'd been leaning over some car part he was trying to fix and looks at her. ]

If you're bored, there's all sorts of little places around here to check out.

[amplifyings]

[ Another spoonful of yogurt into her mouth as she rolls her eyes at Adam's answer -- which did not, in fact, provide her any insight as to what whatever it was that he was working on did. ] I didn't come all the way out here to check out all sorts of little places.

[ What did she come out here for, then? That's right, finding a cure to boredom in the form of Adam Parrish working. Which, unsurprisingly enough, could have rivaled the level of boredom that she'd felt doing absolutely nothing back at Monmouth. ] Do you have a break soon, or something?

[ A pause and she tilts the remaining bits of yogurt covered fruit sitting in the bottom of the container in Adam's direction. ] Want this?

[unaffluent]

[Adam raise a brow as he continues to look at her because he's not sure what she could get out of hanging around her with him. His work is rather solitary and he's not all that loud to begin with and he knows that she doesn't really care about how cars work or get fixed.

He exales. He could pretty much take a break whenever he wanted as long as work is done on schedule and he's always ahead of schedule.]

What do you want to do if I do have a break?

[He asks, ignoring the offer of yogurt and turning back to what he's in the middle of doing to finish it at least.]

garage;

[pillz]

[a rumble and growl of engine noise from outside isn't in and of itself some weird shit. after all, adam works in a sci-sci-fi garage.

what's odd about it is that it sounds familiar. the cadence of engine, of pistons. the smell of gasoline. this car is from earth, unmistakably, which might prepare adam with a pinch of worry, the moment before the sleek, low-slung blue supercar slithers into view, a maserati-ferrari-lambpurghini hybrid of ludicrously stylized parts, and then kavinsky spills out of the driver's side, hungover and spattered with a spectacular array of hickeys.

he's not trying to be gross. he's actually too vain to think love bites are a straightforward badge of boast. he'd tried to figure out cover up and foundation, but he lacks the finesse for that in addition to everything else. whatever. the tats are new, they're kind of (not really) like camouflage.]

Parrish! [he yells.] Yo. You got a trash can I can throw up at?

[unaffluent]

[ Adam hears the engine which strikes him as odd before the car comes into view. Then he sees a stumbling somewhat view of none other than Kavinsky. ]

You've got to be kidding me...

[ He mutters under his breath, tossing aside a tool he had in his hand so he wouldn't be tempted to brain Kavinsky with it (it was likely worth more than 50 Kavinskys). He picks up a rag to try and wipe some of the grease he had on his hands. ]

Puke in the car. It's a trash bin anyway.

[ But it wouldn't be hard to see not far from Adam is a clear trash can which Adam hopes Kavinsky chooses the damn car to barf in instead. ]

[pillz]

[nahhh. kavinsky has been hungover for a significant portion of his life and he's good at identifying good places to puke. frankly, he doesn't mind doing it in the car; he has little value for his dream things, even those large and elaborate. but sometimes they come out wrong, and he can't be fucked to make a whole new one just to drive home with.

so.

he sloughs out of the car, squinty and slightly stumbly. wanders his way to the trash can, and then begins politely to vomit up into it, stooped over, narrow shoulders heaving. hrrrph. hgagghh. it goes on for a few extremely attractive minutes, and then he's over at the nearest sink. totally indifferent to the grease rags inside of it, he turns on the faucet and sticks his mouth under to drink.]

Hey. [in between gulps of freezing water, he breathes out,] Hey, Parrish. Need s'me new tires. [gulp.] Got cash. Pills. Whatever y' want, sweetheart.

[unaffluent]

[Truly, is there anything Adam wanted to deal with less than Kavinsky in this moment? Probably not. He feel unease at even being this close to him, remembering the dart, the dragging, the pill and that piece of Kavinsky's plot that's still inside of him. Supposedly it doesn't actually do anything but its still something that was done to his body that he can't control.]

Stop calling me sweetheart. [What if he just screws over the car and Kavinsky hurdles to an untimely death. It's tempting but of course Adam would never.]

Can't you dream tires? [Adam asked, keeping his hands busy with some thing he's already working on. Most things in this shop aren't rush jobs. Its nothing like back home.]

vroom vroom

[archea]

[ Archer's currently leaning into the open chasis of a car. Or what would pass for a car here, she assumes. She does hear Adam though. ]

Can you repair bikes? Motorcycles. The kind with wheels and stuff, very standard stuff.

[ She peeks out from the car, eyes following Adam's voice to focus on him. ]

Nothing decided yet, but I need something to travel around and it would be cool if it doesn't die on me halfway.

[unaffluent]

[Adam is still only sparing half a glance as he continues tinkering wiht something as he listens to Archer's request. It's not really an odd one. There's actually been a few motorcycles he's dealt with since he got there and countless others when he was back home.]

Yeah. I can fix up just about anything. You got a bike already?

[He looks up fully for a brief moment.]

[archea]

You can? Awesome. I haven't yet, but once the trade is done I'll bring it along. Might take a little while though, but it's definitely happening.

[ She's still learning the ins and outs of trading here. Might not be a good idea to go all out on things that aren't of vital importance. ]

I thought it would be all robots fixing things around here, you know? Good to see some good old human input for this sort of things.

[ You really can't barter with robots. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam nods and well, he'll likely be there when she's ready to get it fixed up and all. He's not bothered by assuring her that it'd be something he could take care of. His repertoire of things he can fix is expanding almost everyday with all the different tech floating around the place. ]

Robots really can't be trusted anyway. [ Neither can humans either. ]

wildcaaaardddd aka wrastling

[deconstruct]

[ whether he's having a bad day or a good one, Andyr is constantly full of energy. It's just the way he's always been, since he was an annoying little toddler in school up to high school and into living in Hapsburg. It isn't always channeled into something positive, but sometimes, like today, it just means getting some fun out.

Here he is, creeping along the halls of st. Monmouth, over to Adam's room, to see him laid out on his bed, reading a book, headphones on. Perfect. Sneaking his way up, crouched down and quiet, Andyr makes it all the way up to the edge of the bed at Adam's back, looking like Petra when she's about to maul some unsuspecting toes, all mischievous excitement and barely contained glee.

with a pounce, he's launching up from the floor, onto the mattress, with his knees on either side of adam's hips, and his arms hugging around his chest, just under his arms, as he tucks his face against adam's neck, and blows a raspberry against his throat. because andyr's classy like that.

hi, let's play. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam is completely unsuspecting and he nearly jumps out of his skin when there's a sudden shift in weight on the bed, arms around him and then the panic eases a little when he feels the raspberry against his throat.

His heart's still racing a little as he pulls his headphones off, making quick work to turn himself over a laugh bubbling up in his throat. People didn't usually pounce on him unsuspecting and for a moment he's not sure what to do.

So, his hand goes to the back of Andyr's head pulling him closer and his lips pressing to return a raspberry against his neck. ]

Jesus [ Is muttered quietly after that. ]

[deconstruct]

[ andyr's laughter rings out in the room as he squirms, trying to get away from the ticklishness adam's lips and the air vibrating them against his neck causes, nose all scrunched up and eyes squinted in merriment.

despite the rough housing, he's being incredibly conscious of how he holds himself and how much force is put into his hands, not wanting to hurt adam at all with his weight or his strength. his hands wriggle their way up the sides of adam's shirt, fingertips skittering over his ribs to tickle at him, as his body looms over the boy he's so fond of. ]

I go by Andyr, don't let Ronan hear you calling me that. [ 'jesus', he means, and of course, he's being a shit. ]

[unaffluent]

[Adam yelps when Andyr's hands slip under his shirt tickling him, his body twisting as he bites back giggles that start to bubble up.]

I'll call you Jesus fucking Christ all I want. [He breathes out, gasping with the laughter and making a grab for his wrists to stop him from tickling.]

Garage; you know where to find me if this doesn't work o7

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew didn't leave St. Montmouth for a little while after his initial arrival, because there was no reason to do so. Everything he could need is there--Ronan, food, work, friends, new people with whom to become friends, and of course there's the endlessly explorable farm itself. He never gets tired of greeting people and falling into a conversation no matter how many times they might bump into each other during the day, and on one such occasion Adam happened to be the person and the conversation happened to bring up mention of his job outside the farm.

Despite that he was dreamed and not born, Matthew is a Lynch through and through. That means he loves cars. And an alien planet means alien cars. That means on this day, following that conversation, when he finds himself fortunate enough to be tagging along with Adam to work, Matthew is anything but bored.

He's asked a few questions but he also understands the importance of concentration--having been sparingly gifted with it himself--so he doesn't pester Adam too terribly. Instead, he wanders around the place with a cheerful kind of tirelessness, looking at everything, and touching whatever particularly catches his eye. But carefully.

Including this space age auto part of undetermined purpose that starts to hum a little when his finger touches it. Haha, cool. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Truth be told, Adam had been hesitant to bring Matthew in to work with him. The last time someone had come with him, it'd been Blue and she'd been constantly interrupting him until eventually he just gave up working for over half the day and made a few excuses to the owner and then worked a few extra hours (more than he really needed to) the next day.

The time passes as Matthew explores and Adam works, fixing one thing and then another and he completely forgets that Matthew's even there because the garage is full of things for Matthew to touch and interact with. Luckily, nothing that can hurt him or Adam might have thought to be more cognizant.

He remembers as the day wears on that Matthew's there and it's long past a normal lunch time but he's not really all that hungry. He stops working, looking over at Matthew who's playing with a part, probably trying to figure out it's exact function. ]

You getting bored?

[dreamkid]

Huh? [ Matthew turns his head back towards Adam with a foolish smile, his finger still touching the part. It's now sending a slight, harmless tingling up through his elbow that makes him want to laugh again. ]

No way! There's so much cool stuff here.

[ But he abandons the Humming Tingly Thing, and wanders back over to Adam, because there are cool things here but Adam is better. ]

Was it hard to learn all this?

[ He nods toward the vehicle Adam is currently working on, and then he touches that too, laying his palm on the hood. Alien cars. ]

[unaffluent]

[ When it comes down to it, alien cars aren't that much different at least not to Adam. They run more efficiently and everything but they make the same sort of logical sense. They're still just machines after all.

He shakes his head at the question. ]

No, not really. It's probably harder if you don't know much about cars to start with, though.