I Can't Work Like This!

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Really, Damien was getting impatient.

Four trips to various pathetic auto-body shops, paint so cracked you could see the primitive brickwork under the chipping flakes. One had the part he needed in absolutely abysmal condition, and anyway it wasn't the right size so it wouldn't fit inside his machine. One had offered a delivery on the part, shipped straight from their home planet, but Damien be damned if he ordered it from the other side of the galaxy! He did not want to wait thirty weeks for the part to come in. Besides, that shop smelled awful, and if he didn't leave when he did, he certainly would have retched on the table., much to the shopowners' dismay. And the last two were actually sort of respectable - actual metal framing instead of bricks, clean shop, helpful shopkeepers (but a bit too clingy for his taste). But they didn't have anything even resembling the part that he needed.

So here he was, phone in hand, walking to yet another auto-body shop, this one for spaceship maintenance, supposedly. The route indicated was nowhere near specifically step-by-step, as he was used to, but whatever - he was perceptive and should be able to find the shop with ease. Damien almost wished that this part wasn't required - since it was such a pain in the neck to find. Oh well.

Finally, he spotted it - a well-kept building in the middle of a well-to-do plaza, not too far from the last one he'd visited Hopefuly, he thought, the damn simpletons had his part.

Ducking into the shop, he waved over one of the shopkeeps and, instead of asking like a patient person, Damien shoved a copy of the part blueprints at them. "Have it?"

(edit: did a dumb and forgot to @ you @Fudge )
 
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It was a remarkably lovely day and most people seemed to be making the most of the afternoon sunshine. Originally, Adria had planned to spend the day at the lake, swimming and watching the world go by. However, a craving for her new snack of choice had instead taken her to an ice cream shop in town. She’d decided that strawberry ice cream cured all problems and thought that some hints needed dropping to the mortals on her planet when she returned. Maybe she could write the recipe down and leave it outside someone's house. Or perhaps she could just make an appearance, show off some godly tricks and then demand they make it. Either way would work, she supposed.


While she mused over various other differences between home and Earth, Adria found herself wandering past a shop that seemed to be selling some kind of vehicle parts. She had no idea what vehicle exactly mind you because again, it was something new to her from her limited time on Earth. Scooping up the last of her ice cream from the tub, she spotted the reason why she’d ended up wandering here. A reasonably tall, fairly muscular man was shoving a piece of paper at the shopkeeper. Very stressed, she thought. Someone must have had a particularly bad day, that's for sure. It was nice to know her empathy was still working though, even if it was at the cost of this poor man's patience. Even nicer to know that it kept working subconsciously, bringing her to the people who needed her help. It made her job here a lot easier.


“Excuse me, sir, do you need a little help?"
 
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"No, sorry sir, we don't have that part in stock. Come back tomorrow or something,"

Damien squeezed his eyes shut, bringing a hand to the bridge of his nose. The fifth shop that had absolutely zero use! He shouldn't have expected any more than that, if he were being honest with himself - these - these primates couldn't produce an Ultimatum Tachyon Extractor-Booster if they were presented with detailed blueprints! Pitiful. It made Damien want to throw something, though of course, he couldn't ever throw any of the electronic parts in this shop - far too valuable in this world's time. Nevertheless, he turned towards the associate and said possibly the largest sentence most people could get out of him.

"You troglodytes don't have that part in stock? Well, it advertised on your webpage that you had the part, but God help me if you imbeciles can type properly. At least pretend like you have two iotas of IQ in your skull."

Now thoroughly frustrated and disappointed with the humanity of this time, he shook his head and turned away, stalking towards the tall shelves and poking and prodding around, looking for something else. What a waste of time. At least if he came all the way here, shouldn't he refill on bolts and screws?

That's when he heard her.

"Excuse me, sir, do you need a little help?"

At first, he thought it was another associate, accosting him so at least they could attempt to sell him something he didn't need for their commission. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head, but replied in a slightly calmer voice:

"Maybe. Any steel fastners? 330 Stainless Steel, if you have it."
 

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“Oh. I do apologise. I don’t work here and I don’t know what those are. I just wondered if you needed any help… generally. You seem rather emotionally troubled”.

Was this an appropriate way to approach someone here? Adria was slightly concerned she might come across as rude instead of helpful. Although, maybe she didn’t need to worry too much about offending someone who called the poor workers ‘troglodytes’ and ‘imbeciles’. In any case, she’d been drawn to the man and she was determined to help him.


Her time on the island so far had been fairly uneventful, very little helping really going on. Adria had helped the odd person carry some shopping and fed some stray animals but done nothing particularly meaningful. This was the first person she’d found who might actually need her. So maybe she should be more careful not to annoy him, so he didn’t just walk off.

“I mean no offence, sir, I can just see that you’re frustrated and wanted to know if there's anything at all I can do to make something a little easier”.


She smiled sweetly and stepped properly inside the store, looking around at what was on sale.

“What is it you’re building exactly? Or fixing, I suppose. Some kind of… car?”

Adria was trying her best but most of the items in the shop were foreign to her and ‘car’ was the best fit she could think of for these parts. Hopefully, the slight change in conversation towards what he came here for might warm him to her a little.
 

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Damien sighed and turned to look at her, giving her a closer look. Upon closer inspection, the woman wasn't wearing a uniform, much less the drab and greasy shirts of this building's idiots. She was apologizing to him for some reason. She also had some ridiculously-coloured hair. It had to have been dyed, he thought. No one's hair was naturally pink - or, he reasoned, she could be one of the many... "magic" being on the island. That... was probably the case, actually. She had the customer-service part down pat, but again, she didn't work here....? She was weird. Damien didn't trust weird.
He was about to dismiss her with a wave of his hand and a "go away, kid," when she spoke again. Her tone was careful, gentle even. She smiled at him, a saccharine smile that had no business being aimed at him. Stepping into the store, she glanced around at all the colourful neon-marker sale signs. If nothing else, she was damned determined to help him. Even though he didn't really think he needed help. Still, the movements reminded him of something... of someone.
“I mean no offence, sir, I can just see that you’re frustrated and wanted to know if there's anything at all I can do to make something a little easier... What is it you’re building exactly? Or fixing, I suppose. Some kind of… car?”
It clicked. She reminded him of her. Sweet, kind nature and all. Except she had been long dead, tilled in the old hills...
"It's not a car," he grumbled, finally, stepping aside so she could come a bit closer. "It's a highly complicated, highly dangerous, and very important machine. It needs repairs. These absolute idiots are the fifth store that doesn't have what I need. I'm frustrated. Follow?"
 
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