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Sparky Repairs, Monday
John opens Sparky and decides to spruce the place up a bit.
By dragging a lawn chair over to the reception area and a blanket and do his best practice of his solo while snoring. He can clean up the back later.
Sparky's is open!
By dragging a lawn chair over to the reception area and a blanket and do his best practice of his solo while snoring. He can clean up the back later.
Sparky's is open!

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He opens the door and stands behind it.
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He entered, as gracefully as he could. Which wasn't too bad, seeing as he had ninja balance and all.
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[OOC teh first: Have you seen The Crippled Masters? Here's a small clip: http://www.badmovies.org/multimedia/movies6/cripmasters1.mpg from http://www.badmovies.org/movies/cripmasters/index.html and I think I just found my new FH characters.]
[OOC teh second: How bad is it damaged? (completely rebuilt to just needs to be hammered straight). Is it mechanical with cool servos and iPod slot or is it basic wood pegleg? Does he want it fixed like new or supaaaleg (rockets not currently available)?]
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ooc: will watch clip laters, sounds funny. It's pretty smashed, a troll stomped the heck out of it, then it was used to bludgeon said troll to death. It's mechanical, more advanced than anything from the 1990's should be, but that's GIJoe for you. no supaaaleg, just fix like new. take as much time as you think john would need. I've no trouble playing the cripple for awhile.
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zomg totally mods it outta b1lly's handsexamines it, turning it over in his hand."This is pretty advanced. Where'd you get it?" John looks at it again, hoping that he won't find certain hallmarks.
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Very close.
"If I find who these people are, they will not like it. I trust you know these people well? It's not Skynet, that's for sure. Almost the same."
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"So. Leg fix. If you want it done today, I can hammer on it for a few. It'll suck, but you'll be able to limp outta here in no time. You want it fixed right, it'll be a few days, a week."
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John starts limping behind the desk. He turns around. "You, uh, want me to fix you up with an interim leg?"
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"Uhm, yeah. Okay....You okay?"
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"Here, take this back to the workshop. Um. You two? Can you bring me that big bowl of clay?"
He turns back to Billy. "This is gonna sound very odd and I'm in no mood to be tactful, so... I'm gonna hafta ask you to stick your nub in some clay."
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But he snickered at John's comment. "No problem." he unpinned his pantleg, and pulled it up to his hip.
He felt a sudden twinge as the stump of his left leg sunk into the clay. He remembered doing this once before.
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John gave the clay to teh waiting dingbots and clumped into the back of the shop.
After about 30 minutes, some lathe work, plaster of paris, and some wierd foamy-gel shit, JOhn shuffles back with a leg.
"The hook hand is optional. Yarrrr. It won't be as comfortable as the old one, but the cushion should make up for it. Hell, it may be better than the old one."
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It did look pretty decent. More, comfortable. He wasn't sure he'd consider it better though.
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"Try not to pillage too much. And watch out for scurvy."
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hookeyepatchparrotnon-peg-leg will be ready."