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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.

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.) ]

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?

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

[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?

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.

[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?

[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.]

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[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.]

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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?

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[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.]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam gives a slight nod, before raising a brow at the two questions that came one right after another. It really isn't something he expects but he supposes it's about the time to eat and he's ahead in his work for the day as usual. ]

Sure. Now?

[shadowblends]

[An embarrassed flush creeps across his cheeks, one hand lifting to cup the nape of his neck, the other one absentmindedly gesturing at nothing in particular.]

Ja, if that works for you?

[amplifyings]

[ Blue holds the yogurt cup out to him for only a few more seconds before setting it down next to her. She honestly has just about no interest in how cars were fixed, she had just thought that his work would be a little more exciting.

But it wasn't. No offense, Adam. ]

I don't know. [ She shrugs, picking at loose threads on a pair of jeans she'd jaggedly cut off at the knee. ] Are there any cool little places you can show me?

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[ Adam's not sure what actually falls under the definition of a cool place. he thought his work was a cool place but it's obvious how Blue feels about that. He lifts a shoulder and once he's done with the current task he moves to wash his hands off at the least. ]

I guess we can see what's around?

[ Did you really expect anything more out of him, Blue? ]

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Yeah. That's fine.

[ Adam smiles at Kurt and then moves to clean up a few things in preparation of leaving. ]

Did you have a spot in mind?

[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. ]

[pillz]

Prrrrobably. But I'd puke more. [kavinsky clanks himself against the wall, which helps him stay upright. his blinks are bleary in the afternoon sunlight. he shifts his attention to look at the couple of other garage employees on deck today. hey, one of those tentacle-mouth aliens. he's always wanted to have sex with one of those, but he suspects that right now, he is not at his most seductive.

sad story.]

Besides, got money to burn. This is your fucking job, right? [he winds up cupping a little more water in his hand, mashing it up in his face.] No? [muffled.] You here to get your own shit fixed?

[amplifyings]

I thought you knew what was around. Cool things, remember?

[ Blue eyes the yogurt container for a few long seconds before picking it up -- if Adam decides he actually doesn't want it, she doesn't plan on just leaving it sitting there. She has a little better manners than that. -- and hopping down from the spot where she had been perched for most of the day. ]

[shadowblends]

Wunderbar.

[He grins in return, lowers the hand from his head and moves to lean against a nearby wall, rocking back on his heels with his arms behind his back.]

Not really, no. Is there anything in particular you'd like to have?

[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. ]