Clocks Ticking - RPLOG
Participants
Date
1/2/2014
Log
The reports said that the antique shop was not to far from the Toy factory, in fact it was rather easy to spot. Considering it already had a few clockwork foxes standing guard around the place, armed with makeshift weapons they found around or just with their claws. A few Zeyphr employees were already near, milling around an alleyway justy outside the guards field of vision.
Intent on beating Zeyphr to the punch, Savi arrives at the site she pulled off her pirate com link, glad she just happened to be nearby. Surveying the location carefully, the masked and leather shrouded survivalist tries to size up the situation. With two of her arms crossd behind her back, and two through the only set of sleeves on her jacket, she casually pats down her pockets in a practices fashion, checking for the umpteenth time all her gear is in place. Satisfied (for the moment) she sighs hoping this doesn't come to violence, as she has always liked the clockwork things. Raising one hand above her head, and opening the fingers, then closing them in her traditional 'wave' Savi approaches the armed foxes speaking clearly despite the mask. "So... when do you open?" she asks calmly.
Macaci humms gently as she walks up to the scene, her visor pulled down over her eyes as she mumbles to herself, a little curious why Zephyr employees would need help greeting a group of foxes. She shrugs her shoulders gently though as she dismisses the thoughts, her right hand slipping under her guitar strap as she stops a good few feet from the stores entrance and looks up. "Antiques?" She tilts her head for a moment, trying to ponder if that meant there could be musical instruments inside... Though, when Savi speaks up, her gaze flicks to the plant. Offering a gentle wave and smile before looking at the guards to see if they were going to respond with hostility.
Dragonscales alights lightly on a rooftop across the street. Shi had heard about this little incursion from the guys in the lobby, and wanted to check it out. Shi traced hir hand over the pomel of hir sword and dropped into the street, landing lightly next to Macaci. "Hey Macaci. What brings you here. And what's the deal with these guys?" Shi asks, one hand on hir hip and the other having a thumb hooked thru the combat strap of hir Torque Bow, in case it came to violence.
Alkain flaps his wings to slow his descent before he lands near the entrance and takes a look around, before approaching the guards with a wave, "Er, hello there." he's heard of the mission and decided to join, despite not being a part of Zephyr
Winter had been close by when the call came in. She, too, had a keen interest in these clockwork machines. She knew next to nothing about technology but people kept telling her to keep an open mind. Besides, that friendly plant girl was here too. Well, friendly if you were on her side atleast. So, with that, the demoness steps forwards, armed and clothed as usual in nothing at all, to stand besides Savi, taking a moment to nod in greeting at the others persent. "Hey you. So.. what do you think this is all about?" she asks in a hushed voice.
Kori had been taking a walk, a very long walk. Radios were chattering about the activity but it wasn't hir concern and shi wasn't paying attention to it. Most things in the city were crazy anyway so why would shi bother unless it was a an invasion of giant praying mantises? Of course hir little world also made hir oblivious to things in front of hir since shi was too busy looking at the sky to notice the crowd in front of -OOF!- .... Hir. And down shi went onto hir fluffy butt with a thump. "Ow.. What the?"
Reports of another group of folks forming, this time mostly of clockwork foxes, while normally wouldn't peak Buzamu's interesting, but the fact that Zephyr was scrambling folks to get in on the front door had Buzamu slightly nervous. It wasn't as bad as say RSX, or as good as teh Prommies, but hell, who knew. As it was, Buzamu could tell it was fairly crowded already, and figured to do less about that crowding, by specifically not being part of it.
So, alighting upon a nearby building, Buzamu unslung her rifle, and rested it against the 'lip' of the roof, settled her armored form into a comfortable position to watch, and pulls out a pair of binos and started to observe. Sure, she'd have trouble hearing from this distance, but overly agressive or agitated motions would be enough for her to know something was going wrong.
Every clockwork head turned to those approaching, hands moving to weapons as they stand as still as statues. The front door of the building was reinforced with wood and scrap metal, but it was easy to see there was a slot at the top that could be opened to see outside, and at that moment the slot opens. "What do you want?" Came a harsh voice from the otherside of the door as the guards kept their gaze on the group, waiting to see if they were friend or foe.
Macaci blinks as the slot opens and a harsh voice speaks out. Macaci waves slightly as she carefully avoids the distracted Kori and walks forward, unarmed unless one considers a guitar a weapon in this day and age. "Hi there! I'm Macaci, and uh... well I suppose I'm dropping by to say hello and welcome you!" Her lips spreading into a genuine grin as she clasps her hands infront of her chest. "... Also I may be a little curious if you are selling anything like musical instruments, or old music sheets perhaps?" Can't miss this opportunity.
Dragonscales looks a little closer at the guards, and also at the newcomers, particularly the one on the roof. Shi could see the barrel of a gun peeking over the lip, just barely visible. As shi contemplated getting a closer look something bumped into hir leg from behind. Hand flying to the hilt of hir sword the equine whirled around, half-drawing the blade but stopping as shi saw that the intruder was a not a threat, but rather a small felinoid sitting on its ass after running into hir leg. "Are you ok, little one?" Scales says, offering hir hand and squatting down. Hir ears pricked back and shi turned hir head towards the voice from the building, but otherwise didn't answer them.
Alkain hmms? at the guardedness of the group and sighs as he looks over to the others, "Well, I'm here because I'm curious about you guys... And if you need anything..." he smiles and shrugs as he watches the clockwork foxes
Winter bends down to peek into the tiny doorslit. "Yes! We just wanted to say hi. We heard you set up shop here and figured we'd come visit. See what you're up to and such. I mean, not spying on you or anything like that. Who said anything about spying? We would never!" the succubus says helpfully.
Buzamu continues watching, watching as both groups seem to be a be confused or tense. But all in all, it was amusing to watch some of the motions and antics. God, it was odd. Buzamu almost felt like she was an insurgeant waiting for that 'prime' moment to hit a Coalition convoy back in the Middle East.
Kori huffs. Sure, call hir little. Shi was just a little light right now. Not exactly little. Hir mood seemed a bit soured by the crack about how shi seemed a bit small. Okay aybe shi was light and easily knocked around at the moment...ohdamnit...getting absorbed in hir own thoughts again. Don't be rude, take the hand and get up. "I will be. This is...what is this? I don't even... What are these things doing outside of the toy factory?" A good question. Very good.
Winter's face appearing right in front of the door a Yelp can be heard, followed by the sound of cymbals crashing to the ground, seems she scared the poor guy! The guards blink, looking between each other in confusion...what did these newcomers want, to buy stuff? After a few minutes of scrambling the eyes appear at the door. "How do we know you aren't spys? And how are we supposed to be sure that you won't attack as soon as I open this door?"
Dragonscales shrugs and pulls the felinoid up, realizing that perspective was everything and that they were much taller than shi had previously though. "I don't know. Something about clockwork foxes and an antique store. They don't appear to be hostile.... just stubborn." Shi looks Kori over and says "My name is Dragonscales. Or you can call me Scales." Shi says, glancing back up at the rooftop sniper. That guy was a wild card, and shi better keep an eye on them.
Macaci walks forward slowly, raising an eyebrow at winter before looking to the slot. Her ears twitch at the sound of cymbals, and she smiles gently. "I'm being completely honest. I have nothing to gain from violence, and from the sounds of it, you have things I'd want to purchase from you. You can have your guards watch us closly, we won't do anything... I'm not even armed." She opens up her jacket so they can see the distinct lack of weapons on her person.
Alkain blinks at the yelp and tilts his head curiously, "Well, I'd like to see if you have anything interesting as well... I can't speak for the others, but I won't do anything you don't want me to?" he smiles friendily and nods in agreement with Macaci
Winter smiles sweetly, nodding to Macaci. "Oh, yes. If we were going to attack you, you would most likely know it. For one, we wouldn't be talking. More.. shooting and tearing things apart, you know? But we won't! We're honestly just curious to see what you have for sale. And also introduce ourself and such. I'm quite unarmed as you can see! And there's definetly no one aiming any sort of weapons at you. Obviously!"
Kori glances in the direction indicated for the sniper and puffs a cloud of steam through hir nose. Chilly air, hot body (not an innuendo), it happens. "So someone's paranoid. Irony says the guy in there is still human. Practicality says an overly abused mutant that's scared." Shi's one to talk about paranoia. Having no visible weapons doesn't mean shi isn't carrying. Everyone has their own weapons, just not visible ones and not referring to claws. "Guy's got some magnetic personality, eh?" Hah hah.. Bad joke. "Um.. I'm Kori.. Patrol scout, sometimes triage medic."
Buzamu settles herself better. What she wouldn't give for a long-range mic receiver. Being able hear what was being said would have been a definite help right now. As it was, she was having to rely on what she could see of the situation. And so far, it was looking like it wouldn't get overly agressive. But that wasn't going to change. It was always subject to change.
There is a long pause, nothing but silence coming from the door. ".....Fine, but don't touch anything that you aren't buying!" The guards finally calm down, putting away their weapons and resume patrol as the sound of locks being undone can be heard on the other side of the door. The door slowly opens, revealing the store owner, what looks to be a human, accept for the Clockwork fox tail, ears, and a few other extremites! "...Come on in."
Macaci waits silently until the voice returns, her face lighting up in joy as she slowly walks forward to the door and dips her head, passing through the door way and inside as she keeps her hands close to her side. Back ups didn't need to be used to ensure peace yet, and she was happy for the fact. Turning to face the store owner, she smiles gently and bows. "Thank you very much for this opportunity. Would you prefere purchases be done in salvage or freecreds sir?" Making certain she doesn't block the room for the others as she remains as pleasent and complient as possible.
Dragonscales watched the door open and reveal the clockwork infected human. "Hmm, he seems interesting, eh, Kori was it? Looks like we wont be getting any kind of trouble so far..... though that sniper is a wild card. Anyway, want to go up there?" Shi says, scratching hir chin and contemplating what could possibly be in that store. "I wonder if they have any abtique clockwork dildos." Shi chuckles, laughing at hir own joke.
Alkain smiles as they get let in and takes a look around as he steps into the store, "Hmm, yeah. Is there a preferred currency?" he looks over the owner curiously in his examination of the place
Winter ducks her head to fit into the door and takes a look around the room inside. "Yes, what.. what do you actually sell in here? Do you sell anything at all? Or..?"
Kori almost balks at the idea of checking for robotic sex toys. Almost. Thankfully hir balking was directed at the door. "Its not all about sex and self gratification. ... Anyway I think I know why these things are here. Thoguh to be fair it may not be the old guy they want. Hard to know what they are thinking." Nobody here is a telepath..as far as shi knows. "We can look around but I wouldn't touch anything. I get pretty uptight about that in my own side-shop. And keep an eye on that guy on the roof."
Dragonscales raises an eyebrow. "It was supposed to be a joke? I guess it was a bad one but still......." Shi trails off, looking to the guy on the roof. "I'm going to go see what that guy's deal is." Shi says, launching into the air and landing on the rooftop where the sniper was perched.
The inside of the shop was....packed, was the best way to describe it. The walls covered in a number of items, clocks, mounted animals, you name it. "Well, sadly most of it no longer works, things just started breaking down sadly." The shopkeep Answers, moving back behind the counter as he eyes his old pocket watch, which still ticked. "Freecred, as then I could send some of the Foxes out to trade for tools to repair my stock." The cymbals Macaci heard were right next to the door, part of an almost complete drum set.
Macaci bites her lower lip gently as she looks at the almost complete drum set, taking a small usb cable from her headset then, she plugs it into a usb slot right behind her ear. The screen coming alight as it helped her analyze the set, a free cred display poping up in the bottom left of it. "I see! This looks... really complete for how long it's been. Hm... Just a few things missing? Easy enough to replicate or replace I suppose. How much would you ask for it? I---" She blinks slightly. "Wait, just started breaking down? As in only recently?" She blinked idly as she turned to the shopkeeper.
Winter walks around the store, well, as much as she can given her size and the general clutter of the place. "I don't even know what half these things are.." she muses, picking up and old stuffed bear and inspecting it idly. She stays awhile longer, sniffing about but nothing really catches her interest. Deciding that the folks here are quite harmless, she steps outside and pushes off, her massive wings bearing her up into the skies above.
Kori knows whats going on... Its going to be a pain to say it though. With hir entrance into the store to look around and examine the antiques on display and some of the wear they display it was hard to come out and say it. "You know nanites try to preserve living creatures, right? To do they they need materials, and it doesn't make the mass from thin air..." Blunt like a brick, but this was a topic that seemed to escape the shopkeeper. "You could be made of gears or a robot because of these mutants and still be considered organic to the little buggers because you started out that way. And they need to keep you going."
Alkain watches as Dragonscales flies off and tilts his head in confusion, he shrugs though and turns back to the... Piles of stuff... In the shop, "Well... What does still work?" he looks at Macaci and hmms at that, "Was it recently? Or did you mean since P-day?" he looks at the shopkeeper, before he looks to Kori with a nod
The shopkeep closed his old pocketwatch. "Yep, rather recently. Most of the stuff doesn't work anymore." He eyes the drum set as he winds up the pocketwatch. "....Five hundred sound good to you? Considering all the work you are going to have to put into it?" Turning to Kori he blinks. "Nanites? Huh, so those little buggers are what is killing my stuff? Weird." He leans against the counter, hand resting on his chin, but at Alkain's question he taps the pocketwatch. "It still ticks."
Macaci straightens her posture as she begins to press some buttons along the side of her visor, noding gently before she turns. Rummaging around in her bag, she places a cred chip filled with five-hundred freecred on the nearest flat surface to the shopkeep. "More then fair... And only recently?" She looks around the store for a moment and blinks gently. "Did you do any renovations, or repairs before it started to happen?" She knew the nanites broke down old items, and even new ones... But for it to happen only -recently- that was unusual.
The roof underneath Scales' feet was weak and unstable, it was a miracle the sniper hadn't fallen through. But Scales was standing in a particularly weak patch of concrete and it gave way, sending Scales plunging into the depths of the abandoned structure with a cry of "GOD DAMMIT!" as shi disappeared.
Alkain looks to the shopkeep and ponders that before looking to Macaci, "I highly doubt there is a temporal disturbance here or something... So I'd assume he's been repairing them." he chuckles a bit and ponders the shopkeep more, "If you don't mind my asking... I can understand being catious, but why are you so hostile to potential customers?" he doesn't sound insulting, just curious
Kori leans over to look at a stopped clock. "Well yeah. Nanites will 'eat' just about anything artificial to keep a living being alive for longer... It results in cars no longr working, or clocks. But for you... Did you have anything putting out a strong EM field until recently?" Actually a fair question. Maybe it started so suddenly because of the failure of an EM wave generator to ward them off.
Buzamu watched things going on, and while one of those down there, a equine of some sort, came from the group towards her was unthreatening, Buz just kept watching the situation down there. So far, seemed like the situation wasn't going to devolve into chaos. Finally lowering the binos to look at the equine landing, the creaking of the roof was enough to make her sigh, only moments before it dropped the equine to the floor below.
"Just a tip kiddo, check your LZ before putting weight on it." Buz calls, waiting for them to climb back up.
"Nope, nothing I can think of, stuff has been degrading since P-day. I've just been doing my best to make sure it's still sellable! Granted I ran out of parts recently to fix things." With a sharp click the ticking pocketwatch is shut once more, and the shopkeep starts swinging it by it's chain a bit as he pockets the chip. "As for my reaction to possible customers, the most we usually get out here are ferals. So I'm not exactly trustworthy of people at the moment..."
the roof of that building was rather rotten, causing a medium sized hole to appear in its surface as Dragonscales is sucked into it, before smashing right through a desk.
Macaci flicks her ears somewhat from the sounds outside, but she disregards it as only the sounds of the city. Slowly turning around to pick up most of her new drum pieces, and set them into an easy to carry pile, with what could fit going into her bags. "Well we can't rule out bizzare and unusual... This is still nanite territory, and they don't right sometimes." She offers up a simple shrug, eyeing his pocket watch for a moment as she tilts her head, remembering him commenting on it still working. "Has your watch ever stopped working?" It seemed a reasonable question, given how many small and fragile pieces were usually contained in such a device. Looking over to the others to see if they were thinking anything along those lines as well.
Dragonscales cries out as shi crashes into an old desk, and cries out as a snap is heard. Shi had landed on hir right wing and snapped the light bones. "AH! S... S-someone help!....... I-I think I broke my wing!..... it hurts too much to move........" Shi cries, moving the debris as best shi could without moving hirself and hir broken wing.
Buzamu chuckles. Standing up, and as she tests teh roof, leans over the edge. "Don't move too much. You'll only aggrivate the pain." She says, looking over the situation, and unhooking her pack, pulls out a cord of rope. "Give me a few moments kiddo."
Alkain looks to Kori and hmms, "Yeah..." he nods to the shopkeep and ponders a bit, "Most ferals don't talk though..." he shrugs and smiles though as he ooks around, "So that watch is all you have that still works?"
Kori steps back from the displays and straightens up. "Most ferals indeed. Some can hold a conversation for a short time but most would rather eat you or rape you." Enough about that, something crashed nearby. "Hang on, I think I'm needed." Where'd that medkit come from, hammerspace?! Oh, right. Nanites, broken reality, unexplainable crap happening constantly. It shouldn't be surprising to see things materializing out of the blue on somoene who looks like they got nowhere to hide anything...except perhaps internally.
With a curious glance at Macaci the shopkeep shrugs. "The only time it stops ticking is when I don't wind it up, think I still have it on the right time. Why?" He asks, getting a little suspicious of why she was asking such a question.
As Dragonscales starts moving the wood underneath groans, sharp, load pops could be heard coming from the wooden floor.
Macaci leans forward slightly, before straightening her back slightly as she clasps her hands together infront of herself. "Well, do you not find it strange that while everything else has been breaking down from the nanites, your pocketwatch, a device filled with small and fragile parts, has yet to be damaged by the nanites?" She smiles and keeps her distance, hands splayed out to her sides while open. "If I may, could I look over your pocket watch for a moment? Without touching it of course!" She looks over to Kori as they leave, blinking some before looking to Alkain. "I think it's worth a look, what about you?"
Dragonscales tries to remain still, shifting debris carefully and trying to keep from moving hir wing. "Stupid.... why do you let yourself get into these situations..." Shi scolds hirself, angry with hir incompetence. Shi then grows nervous as the floor beneath hir creaks ominously, and shi calls up to the sniper "Be careful!..... the floor is unstable too...."
Alkain blinks as Kori pulls out a medkit from... Somewhere... and shrugs before looking at the various wares, "Hmm, that's true..." he nods to Macaci in agreement, "Yeah, maybe one of us would buy it from you?"
