[X] Tools
You look up from your phone the camera fully zoomed in and pointed at your task the voice of it is disjointed and chaotic like a hundred people speaking at once about different things.
The loudest voice is the camera speaking of images pictures and the like you move the pliers slightly the small wire dragging over the plate an old circuit board with a mix of wires you have added to it.
You shift and flick the switch the machine comes to life it's voice like broken stone gravelly and full of static. Then the two small pieces of metal glow as the arch of energy dances between them you nod and slowly put together the casing around the plasma cutter nearly cutting yourself before you turn it off and put the casing together.
Then you nod to yourself and look over to the mess of the apartment and get to working on the other tools the plasma cutter will help but you would like to get the rest working.
It takes hours and an uncomfortable amount of scrapes and burns you look down at your small pile of tools. A multitool, a plasma cutter, a pair of goggles that have different zooms for you to switch between, a laser wielder, and a number of miscellaneous things that you don't fully know the purpose of.
You take a deep breath and slowly pack up the chittering things into your backpack you were going to head out to the PRT and tell them that you are a tinker. You clench your fist reorganizing yourself before you pull you wheelchair away from the table and look over your apartment.
You wonder about the strange things people say about the protectorate. You seriously doubt that Alaxandria is an alien lizard that is working with the end fingers but the points made to that end flash in your head. You look to your computer, maybe you should have explored a bit but no you made up your mind time to reach out to the PRT no point in second guessing yourself at this point.
You slowly wheel yourself out of your apartment and down to the street considering asking Victor for a ride before realizing that would risk outing yourself to the man, basically rule number one is to not do that.
You roll up to the bus and get on slowly making your way to the PRT building, then you wheel yourself to the line for the receptionist.
You fidget nervously and wait in line your bag taken from your chair to rest in your lap. You reach the front desk and smile at the receptionist who gives you a blank look.
"Can.. I uh have a private meeting with a prt agent?" The woman looks down her nose at you.
"Is this an emergency?"
"Uh... No." She nods and types something.
"I have a free slot with Agent Donnelly in an hour and a half please take a seat and wait." She stops for a moment then looks at you and flushes a little but doesn't comment you roll over to the waiting area. You probably could go faster if you told her you were a cape but you didn't want everyone to know.
It's been about ten minutes before you see Tammi walking over to you the punk girl smiling. "Hey Greg thought I saw you." You flush as she smiles and rapidly think of an reason to be here.
"I am seeing if they had anything else about the Lung rampage." She looks solemn.
"Ouch, doubt they do suits never get anything done more interested in looking good then helping people. Hey if you're waiting for a while I know a good restaurant just down the corner that has the best sandwiches, want to get something to eat? My treat." Your mind halts and you flush deeply you knew she was interested. Then you remember the bag of tinkertech in your lap and squirm. You don't want to miss a date, but you don't want your first interaction with the PRT to be missing an interview.
[]Go with Tammi
You still have most of the hour left you can enjoy a good lunch before meeting with Donnelly.
[]Apologize
You don't want to miss out on the interview even if it means you can't have a date. As much as it hurts being a cape is more important right now.
