What is Love
Music blared out over the speakers as Abigale worked on her mech. she had managed to get the device into the large shop, with some help from locals, and was now in the process of returning it to working order. She had spent most of the morning hooking the system computer up to a pair of laptops, so as to calibrate it. Unfortunately this would be a slow process as the computing power of these devices was very limited compared to her rig.
It was still early in the morning so she hadn't bothered to throw on pants yet. She wasn't planning on opening the shop for another hour or so. Instead Abigale was going to try and straighten out the howitzer Barrel that had been bent during her less than graceful landing. She sat atop the massive weapon straddling it in her underwear and a welders mask while sparks erupted from the torch was using to heat up the metal along the bend. If she could get the metal warm enough she would be able to bend it back into place.
With a click the torch burst to life, filling the shop with brilliant white light. She had been smart enough to throw a leather sheet over the barrel where she was sitting, so as not to burn her thighs while the metal heated up. The sound of the torch heating the metal was loud, but her music was louder, causing her to be unable to hear if anyone would be in here earlier than she expected.
@Tom Marvolo Riddle
Music blared out over the speakers as Abigale worked on her mech. she had managed to get the device into the large shop, with some help from locals, and was now in the process of returning it to working order. She had spent most of the morning hooking the system computer up to a pair of laptops, so as to calibrate it. Unfortunately this would be a slow process as the computing power of these devices was very limited compared to her rig.
It was still early in the morning so she hadn't bothered to throw on pants yet. She wasn't planning on opening the shop for another hour or so. Instead Abigale was going to try and straighten out the howitzer Barrel that had been bent during her less than graceful landing. She sat atop the massive weapon straddling it in her underwear and a welders mask while sparks erupted from the torch was using to heat up the metal along the bend. If she could get the metal warm enough she would be able to bend it back into place.
With a click the torch burst to life, filling the shop with brilliant white light. She had been smart enough to throw a leather sheet over the barrel where she was sitting, so as not to burn her thighs while the metal heated up. The sound of the torch heating the metal was loud, but her music was louder, causing her to be unable to hear if anyone would be in here earlier than she expected.
@Tom Marvolo Riddle