Erik Lehnsherr (
magneticfields) wrote in
thisavrou_log2017-11-06 04:20 pm
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The Son Never Shines on Closed Doors
Who: Erik Lehnsherr and Peter Maximoff
When: Day after Peter's arrival
Where: Erik's workshop
What: Peter reunites with his father. Erik reunites with that kid who did him a solid ten years ago but is kinda annoying
Warnings: If estranged father plots aren't your bag, proceed with caution
[ It's taken longer than he anticipated, mostly because of how much raw material he needed to accumulate, and how much other work he needed to do in order to obtain it. But finally, Erik is putting the final touches on the workshop.
As finished as it's going to be, at this time. The greatest area of need at this point is power tools. Erik can create whatever hand tools they need, and have fully stocked a standard set in each work station. But creating power tools is much more complicated, and requires using materials other than metal. Perhaps one of the other engineers will be able to supplement where he is lacking and they will be able to make what they need. Otherwise, they will have to share what little they have until they are able to find more.
There are lockers near the door with the scavenged theater blacks folded and set on the shelves, organized by size. Several modular workstations, stocked with hand tools and a few power tools. Retractable safety shields in the walls and the floor, though not as many as Erik would like and he makes a note to see if any of the other engineers can construct power shields. There's a stockpile of broken appliances that he intends to use to occupy children and young people who need something to do. The lighting is acceptable, that's another thing to fix, though. Mostly it's just the ceiling lights which aren't as useful when doing fine work. Another thing to work on moving forward.
He starts taking notes on his A.C.E. ]
When: Day after Peter's arrival
Where: Erik's workshop
What: Peter reunites with his father. Erik reunites with that kid who did him a solid ten years ago but is kinda annoying
Warnings: If estranged father plots aren't your bag, proceed with caution
[ It's taken longer than he anticipated, mostly because of how much raw material he needed to accumulate, and how much other work he needed to do in order to obtain it. But finally, Erik is putting the final touches on the workshop.
As finished as it's going to be, at this time. The greatest area of need at this point is power tools. Erik can create whatever hand tools they need, and have fully stocked a standard set in each work station. But creating power tools is much more complicated, and requires using materials other than metal. Perhaps one of the other engineers will be able to supplement where he is lacking and they will be able to make what they need. Otherwise, they will have to share what little they have until they are able to find more.
There are lockers near the door with the scavenged theater blacks folded and set on the shelves, organized by size. Several modular workstations, stocked with hand tools and a few power tools. Retractable safety shields in the walls and the floor, though not as many as Erik would like and he makes a note to see if any of the other engineers can construct power shields. There's a stockpile of broken appliances that he intends to use to occupy children and young people who need something to do. The lighting is acceptable, that's another thing to fix, though. Mostly it's just the ceiling lights which aren't as useful when doing fine work. Another thing to work on moving forward.
He starts taking notes on his A.C.E. ]

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And Peter. [ He says just before the young man leaves. He had always kept himself apart from the others. Until Cairo. Whatever his reasons, mutants are always stronger when they band together.] It is good that you're here. For all of us.
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Thanks. Here's hoping it stays that way. [He has a habit of mischief, intentional or otherwise. He smiles though, giving a tip of his head before peacing out of the room. He rubs at his chest as he leaves, feeling like there's a rock stuck there for some reason.]