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drinkthedyneCOMMUNITY POST:
Hello, City-zens! I, Agatha Heterodyne, would like to announce the grand opening of my coffee shop, Spark Roast, at [location]. For one day only, or perhaps the first few days depending on my mood, I'm offering free coffee to my fellow transplants. Show me your communicator and get a free drink!IT'S NOT DANGEROUS, I SWEAR, THOUGH I DO REGRET THAT I HAD TO TWEAK THE ENGINE TO KEEP FROM DAMAGING ANYONE. There may even be prizes for the first few people in the door. Shop hours are 6am to 8pm right now, and will hopefully expand once I hire a few assistants, which brings me to my next topic.
I'm looking to hire some help to run the shop. Since it's hard to find work as a newly-transported person, I thought I'd let all of you know first, and then I'll think of hiring some natives. I'd prefer people who aren't surprised by strange sights and oddities, and it would be a definite bonus if you're not the type to panic. It's not your average coffee shop; in fact, I'd say that it's QUITE UNIQUE! I PROMISE IT'LL NEVER BE BORING! AHAHA!
[Private to self]
I hate having to pay for parts; scavenging was always so much simpler. I'll have to look into that clank graveyard more deeply; perhaps I can work out a deal with the owner. It can't be too difficult to fix up some of those older clanks - cars, rather - to let him sell them. I did hear that people of this world enjoy driving older cars that have been refitted. Perhaps a few extra improvements might sweeten the deal.
Oh, if only I had the lightning generator or Gil's heterodyne device! Or Gil himself, or possibly Tarvek, at the very least. Preferably Gil. And Van Rijn's notes! Then I could build my own shop assistants and not to have to worry about the help finding anything they shouldn't.
A Jäger or three would be fantastic. I hope my boys haven't gotten into too much trouble.
THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:
Business was booming, and Agatha was working.
She'd found that she truly enjoyed running the shop. Now that she had assistance, it freed up much of her time to work on her own projects in the lab she'd set up in the rest of the building. If there was a problem customer (as there would be, no matter how incredible the coffee and service were), all the worker had to do was push a button, and a dingbot would alert her. That way she was always close by for when she was needed.
The uninterruptible projects, however, were left until after the shop closed, or during very slow periods. It wouldn't do to accidentally explode the place simply because a customer decided that their cup wasn't full enough.
She knew that Gil's heterodyne generator device back home did something with portals and alternate planes and invisibility; she'd seen it in action when they fought the hive engine on Castle Wulfenbach. If only she'd had more time to study it before the escape. Shaking her head, she frowned. Nothing to do for it now. But it had been done before, which meant it could be done again. And she'd be the one to do it, by God, or die trying. Perhaps she'd be lucky and build it in her sleep. It never hurt to hope.
So yes, she was working, in the back area of the lab with dingbots in tow.
Agatha tightened a few more delicate connections, then removed her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She'd have to make another pair of micro-lens spectacle attachments. Magnifying glasses in this world were horrendous, and she needed to see more closely. The death ray she'd brought through the 'porter had long since been dismantled, cannibalized for parts. This one was entirely new, and ready to test.
Testing would have to wait. There were too many people here that she didn't want to harm on accident, and damaging the building would bring too much attention. Instead, she gave it a quick once-over to make sure everything was as intended, then set it aside.
"Tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-tk!" Dingbot Prime got her attention. She had a visitor.
Hello, City-zens! I, Agatha Heterodyne, would like to announce the grand opening of my coffee shop, Spark Roast, at [location]. For one day only, or perhaps the first few days depending on my mood, I'm offering free coffee to my fellow transplants. Show me your communicator and get a free drink!
I'm looking to hire some help to run the shop. Since it's hard to find work as a newly-transported person, I thought I'd let all of you know first, and then I'll think of hiring some natives. I'd prefer people who aren't surprised by strange sights and oddities, and it would be a definite bonus if you're not the type to panic. It's not your average coffee shop; in fact, I'd say that it's QUITE UNIQUE! I PROMISE IT'LL NEVER BE BORING! AHAHA!
[Private to self]
I hate having to pay for parts; scavenging was always so much simpler. I'll have to look into that clank graveyard more deeply; perhaps I can work out a deal with the owner. It can't be too difficult to fix up some of those older clanks - cars, rather - to let him sell them. I did hear that people of this world enjoy driving older cars that have been refitted. Perhaps a few extra improvements might sweeten the deal.
Oh, if only I had the lightning generator or Gil's heterodyne device! Or Gil himself, or possibly Tarvek, at the very least. Preferably Gil. And Van Rijn's notes! Then I could build my own shop assistants and not to have to worry about the help finding anything they shouldn't.
A Jäger or three would be fantastic. I hope my boys haven't gotten into too much trouble.
THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:
Business was booming, and Agatha was working.
She'd found that she truly enjoyed running the shop. Now that she had assistance, it freed up much of her time to work on her own projects in the lab she'd set up in the rest of the building. If there was a problem customer (as there would be, no matter how incredible the coffee and service were), all the worker had to do was push a button, and a dingbot would alert her. That way she was always close by for when she was needed.
The uninterruptible projects, however, were left until after the shop closed, or during very slow periods. It wouldn't do to accidentally explode the place simply because a customer decided that their cup wasn't full enough.
She knew that Gil's heterodyne generator device back home did something with portals and alternate planes and invisibility; she'd seen it in action when they fought the hive engine on Castle Wulfenbach. If only she'd had more time to study it before the escape. Shaking her head, she frowned. Nothing to do for it now. But it had been done before, which meant it could be done again. And she'd be the one to do it, by God, or die trying. Perhaps she'd be lucky and build it in her sleep. It never hurt to hope.
So yes, she was working, in the back area of the lab with dingbots in tow.
Agatha tightened a few more delicate connections, then removed her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She'd have to make another pair of micro-lens spectacle attachments. Magnifying glasses in this world were horrendous, and she needed to see more closely. The death ray she'd brought through the 'porter had long since been dismantled, cannibalized for parts. This one was entirely new, and ready to test.
Testing would have to wait. There were too many people here that she didn't want to harm on accident, and damaging the building would bring too much attention. Instead, she gave it a quick once-over to make sure everything was as intended, then set it aside.
"Tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-tk!" Dingbot Prime got her attention. She had a visitor.
