Victor was still exhausted from the fire drill when he got to the shop. He sat at a workbench, trying to make the pieces of a broken boombox fit together correctly. (Though what he really wanted to know was who even used boomboxes anymore -- the '90s called, and they want their technology back ( Read more... )

Somebody on the island wasn't too clear on the difference between a blender and a stand mixer when it came to making bread dough -- or so Victor was left to conclude from the burnt-out blender he spent most of the morning working on. Replacing the motor was a snap, but the thing still had dried-out bread dough all over the blades that Victor ( Read more... )

Victor was wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt, fingerless gloves and a scowl to the shop today. Red-and-white skin was not a good look for anyone who didn't happen to be a muppet. He tried to ignore the island's latest bout of whimsy as he settled in to work.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

There wasn't a whole lot to do in the shop today, so Victor spent most of his time organizing the assorted bits of wire, metal scraps, and misplaced tools that tended to gather in any space that wasn't in use. It was busywork, really, but it gave him time to think ( Read more... )

Not that he'd admit it on pain of death or humiliation, but Doom's classes on AI and jetpacks had helped Victor figure something out. He'd always known his cyborg base allowed for the potential of flight, but he'd never been able to do more with the power than hover a few inches off the ground, or slow his velocity when he was already falling. But ( Read more... )

Every surface at the shop was covered in miniature pumpkins. "Well," Victor mused aloud, "botanically speaking they are a fruit, so points for keeping up with the theme ( Read more... )

Victor's first customer at Stark today was a woman who had burnt out the motor on her "personal massage unit" and wanted to know how quickly they could fix it ( Read more... )

It would be difficult to explain the past hour outside of Caritas. Suffice it to say, there were regrets, laser blasts, and several gremlins who owed Doctor Doom their lives since he spared them. Nevertheless, he had something to deal with now ( Read more... )

So apparently Scott had a job here now! Which was good, because his savings had taken a pretty significant hit in the two weeks since he'd arrived in Fandom. Without a job, that motorcycle he'd been saving up for wouldn't be happening.

Plus, this job meant he got to hang out with super-cute animals all day, like the adorable bunny currently ( Read more... )

The fruit was back again ( Read more... )