here are some clompy things.

[charismatic]

Who: Will and Bruce Tom
What: Will has a shiny new job, Bruce is... looking for things.
Where: Tinker's Lot
When: Misdi/Tuesday
Warnings: Not to start with!

This is, technically, Will's first day on the job. He'd spent most of the day after party trying to pour his angry energy into his job search, because there wasn't much else he could do. It figures that he'd get pulled from one bad situation into a worse one, and one where he doesn't even know how to begin to fight back. There has to be some resistance movement somewhere, if things are that bad, even if there's a total media blackout, but he's not acclimated or connected enough to try to seek it out. He's pretty confident in his ability to not get killed, but he's more careful than he used to be.

None of that is showing right now – not when he's a few hundred feet above the ground and attempting to control a – actually, he's not even sure what it is. He'd been surprised, yesterday, when he was told to show up at 8 o'clock sharp, but now he's figuring this is probably a difficult job to fill. He pulls hard on the lever in front of him, attempting to even out the – whatever, he's going to call it an ostrich. He's never seen a real one, but he thinks he remembers them having ridiculous legs like the giant metal pair he's currently perched atop of.

“Can you get it to jump?” the green guy he's currently working for shouts from the viewing platform, and Will spares him a glance before he's being jerked sideways again.

“I'm working on it,” he yells back, lurching forward again. He's not too optimistic about it, since this thing doesn't really even walk all that well. Will got the hang of the controls pretty easily, but it's not a very responsive machine.

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[caballero]

Back down on the ground, Tom is out in what his boss at the energy research center calls a junk yard, not for the first time. Normally when he's on company time, he gets sent to stelanmancy centers, but every so often he gets to come out here, and he's happier for it - on his own time, he's fixed up a few things for some of the more avid builders in the area, and it's afforded him a little more leeway when it comes to browsing and scavenging. (So what if they think it's all for work.)

The whatever-it-is clonking around across the complex is fascinating. His escort, who's talking to him about the clockwork device he's currently holding, trails off to watch the sight of it as the both of them slow near a pathway on the edge of the artificial clearing. They're nearby, under a cement and steel overhang - close enough but not dangerously close. Hopefully.

Bruce closes the back of the little thing in his hands and it begins to tick; he hands it back to his escort, and they both watch the industrial mover (or whatever) as it walks. Neat.