come git yer mechanical goodness [OPEN]
who ; Alejandro Borges & YOU.
what ; His repair shop Glitches & Cores is open. Obviously you should swing by for stuff and stuff. Socialize or shop or ask for a repair or something. DO IT.
where ; Residential Zone 2 - Glitches & Cores repair shop.
when ; Whenever whenever!
warning(s) ; Alejandro swears like a fourteen year old boy.
notes ; Prose or quicktag, who cares! DO IT UP.
The interior almost looks already lived-in, with the way Alejandro has it set up. A beat up desk when he could just have something as cutting edge as the rest of the station, bins of scrap parts spread apart on shelves, old engines, tools lined up.
It's clean. Just well-used. Suffice it to say, Alejandro likes to be comfortable, and he prefers machines well loved than something... shiny and new. Hell, it was one of the nice things about planetcracker ships; they were always getting their use.
Currently, Alejandro himself is sitting back in his chair behind the desk, feet propped up and in his hands he thumbs through a comic book.
He mutters to himself, "What's with the fucking polar bear?" He shakes his head and turns a page.
what ; His repair shop Glitches & Cores is open. Obviously you should swing by for stuff and stuff. Socialize or shop or ask for a repair or something. DO IT.
where ; Residential Zone 2 - Glitches & Cores repair shop.
when ; Whenever whenever!
warning(s) ; Alejandro swears like a fourteen year old boy.
notes ; Prose or quicktag, who cares! DO IT UP.
The interior almost looks already lived-in, with the way Alejandro has it set up. A beat up desk when he could just have something as cutting edge as the rest of the station, bins of scrap parts spread apart on shelves, old engines, tools lined up.
It's clean. Just well-used. Suffice it to say, Alejandro likes to be comfortable, and he prefers machines well loved than something... shiny and new. Hell, it was one of the nice things about planetcracker ships; they were always getting their use.
Currently, Alejandro himself is sitting back in his chair behind the desk, feet propped up and in his hands he thumbs through a comic book.
He mutters to himself, "What's with the fucking polar bear?" He shakes his head and turns a page.