Feb 16 19:19:51 107 PA - introductions in the Bolt
From Chronicles
Logfile from Rifts.
The current game time is: Thu Feb 16 19:19:51 107 PA.
Kingsdale - The Nut And Bolt
The Nut and Bolt is a mechanic's hangout, catering specifically to those who spend the day's working hours with hands and minds buried within machines. It is a large place, with a broad central area on the ground floor that is surrounded on three sides by an upper floor that is open in the middle. This allows the patrons in the floor above to see the activity on the floor and main stage. The entire decor bears a decidedly industrial style. To this end the stairs that lead to the upper floor are metal mesh with an aluminum side rail, the floor in these upper sections being the same sort of industrial metal mesh. Black and white caution stripes are applied liberally as decorations and the drinks are served in glasses that have the appearance of having once been casings for mechanical parts. The tables and chairs of the place have been likewise made from crude steel but are padded and comfortable. A variety of seats are available in all different sizes to suit the body shapes of the bar's wide variety of visitors. The main bar itself has been made from the bent leg of a UAR-1 Enforcer Robot. The upper portion of it has been worked to a flat surface and polished, with the rest of it left as it was the day that it was severed. No effort has been made to disguise the Coalition markings upon the limb, or that it seems to have been severed just beneath the hip by the detonation of a plasma warhead. Other bits of robotic decoration hang about, seemingly having come from the same robot. Indeed, the machine's right arm is suspended by cables from the ceiling -- it's armoured fist closed around the handle of a giant sized beer mug. The main stage is usually populated by a grunge band of some sorts and the population of the bar is a diverse smattering of many races -- from Elves to Men. Occupation wise they seem vary from factory workers to techno-wizards. A grunge techno-rock band, complete with pink mohawks and shotgun guitars is playing 'metallic noise' on the stage.
Players- Objects- Exits- Zero <O> Out
The evening is a modestly busy one for the Nut and Bolt. The rough music plays and the people talk and drink and swap stories just over the din of everyone else who does the same. THough there are those who sit alone or otherwise are silent players in the music of a lively establishment. Zero is a quiet one today, though not without activity. The young man sits at a table near to the door and is leaned over a bit of wire and circuitboard that he fiddles with ever so carefully on a clean, dry section of table. HIs empty glass sits a good distance away from where he works, the tip of his tongue lightly sticking out from between his lips on the left side as slender fingers work a delicate operation.
The door opens to admit the cool air outside as well as a woman. There is a little hesitation before Sage begins to more further into the bar. While her gaze drifts with a little familiarity to the surroundings, but her features are schooled towards neutrality. It seems she doesn't find what her gaze seeks and she wanders up to the bar. A conversation ensues before the bartender manages to get the woman to order a drink before shaking his head to a question. She nods in turn, before turning away from the bar as if to consider how to spend the time it'll take to finish the drink.
Zero glances towards the door a few moments after it opens, looking up from his delicate work to see who is the latest to step into the bar. He arches a brow, the woman who doesn't seem 'typical' for the place for sure. Now, Zero is the sort of guy who has little compunction about looking at a woman. He doesn't leer, mind you. But he looks and openly so as she passes by him at a distance. A light grin touches his lips and he gives his mess of wire a considering glance before he stuffs it carefully into a pocket inside of his jacket. Break time, perhaps, as he will follow not too far behind Sage. And a moment after she's turned to consider the room, he'll be approaching. He gives her a casual grin as he asks, "So what's your story?"
As she begins to consider the room, Sage draws the glass to her lips but only allows a mere trickle to enter her mouth and be swallowed away before she lowers the glass once more. Her gaze had paused on a man that seemed to be approaching her... or a spot at the bar rather close to her. She considers the man briefly before he arrives. She raises a brow faintly at the question, before letting her lips curl faintly as if in amusement. "Came here looking for a particular person... but they don't seem to be around." She gives a faint shrug. "And your's?" Her brow raising faintly once more.
"Sometimes I work well when I have a little chaos around me," Zero responds. "Though only when I'm not about to mess with something that might take down the building." His tone is light, his words given a light amusement as he speaks. He glances back over his shoulder a moment, then back to Sage. "Who are you looking for? I don't know too many people, but you never know, right?" His hands have sought refuge in his pockets, his stance relaxed.
Leaning back every so slightly against the stool, Sage seems content to take the moment to interact with the man before making any decisions about him. Faint amusement comes at the second comment, entering her eyes as a sparkle. "Yes, I'm sure the owner would appreciate you avoiding such work in here." She replies, before glancing briefly towards where the man seems to glance before looking back to him. There's a slight pursing of her lips, before she responds. "Just a regular by the name of Rufus... figured I'd check to make sure he was settling into the garage well." She shrugs faintly once more, "Although, I'm beginning to wonder if you left anything important on your table..." She adds, as if wondering if she guessed correctly based on the man's words and glance.
Zero has a bemused look for a moment, then shakes his head. "Nah, got my junk here," he says, tapping his chest lightly, the jacket dimpling oddly over the bit of wire and such. "Rufus.. don't ring a bell. But that's what you might expect from a new boy." He extracts his right hand and offers it up. "Folks call me Zero. Not a real long story, but I might tell you some time if you ask nice." His easy grin resting comfortably as he speaks.
"So you do." Sage comments, before smiling faintly as the reason for the odd shape to the man's jacket. "Perhaps you'd be more comfortable at a table... unless this is a new fashion style by ... you mechanical types." She doesn't seem to be overly concerned about the lack of recognition. "No matter, I'm sure I'll bump into him at some point." She replies, before giving a faintly amused look at the name. "Zero, hm?" She asks, as if already thinking of a possible story behind it. "I'm Sage." She replies, "Suppose there may be a bit of story with me... but its nothing something I could finish before I finish the drink. So... I suppose we may both have to be curious for a bit."
Zero's grin widens and he nods. "Sounds like. I've been sitting for a while. so I'm set to be on my feet a bit. Only so long you can sit and work on little, delicate things before you get stressed and I don't really like stress. I like to keep things loose and flowing, you know?" He doing a little bob and weave, as if to demonstrate his flowing ways. He dips his eyes to her drink and wonders, "That mean you're not having another? A bit cruel to the guys that might want to buy you another, don't you think?" His tone and the lingering of his grin making sure each word is clearly marked as a lighthearted jest.
"If you say so." Sage replies, adjusting her position to rest a little more of her weigh on the stool. She nods faintly, "Some things are easier to do sitting... but, it would matter if I were to try working on that thing you have stuffed in here." She inclines her head slightly towards the bulge. She takes a sip of her drink, before giving the man an amused look. "I hadn't intended to spend much time here... cruel or not."
Zero bobs his head. "I suppose we have something in common then," he offers. "Gotta find a place to crash down for a bit. But before that, just where might we run into one another again, Sage. After all, if we don't do so again, we won't hardly be able to trade tales, long or short." He lifts a hand from his pocket to motion at himself as he says, "I like to hang out in the rec center in the Dregs, but I get the feeling you're not the sort of woman that hangs out on that side of town all the time. Nothing wrong with that, of course. Not the most friendly place." Indeed, his tone remains light and straightforward.
"Perhaps... but, I wouldn't recommend asking me to try working on any mechanical things unless you want to spend time figuring out how things went horribly wrong." Sage replies with faint amusement in her tone before she pauses to consider the man's inquiry. She nods faintly, "I tend to only go into the Dregs when I have a purpose in mind." She replies, "Otherwise..." She lets her voice trail off, "I work at the garden in the museum." She adds as she decides on the easiest suggestion.
"The garden it is. Though I suppose if I see you wandering around the rec center some time, I might feel a bit flush with the compliment," Zero replies, chuckling lightly. "Perhaps I can show you a thing or two with mechanical things, but that'll have to wait for when I can think on a higher level than I can right now." HIs hand lifts, touching his forehead with two fingers for a casually tossed salute. "Catch you later," he offers before he slips that hand into his pocket before his departure.
Whatever her response may have been to the comment about her showing up at the rec center is hidden as Sage takes a sip from her drink. She chuckles faintly afterward, though. "Oh, I think I may have seen enough of mechanical things with a roommate I've had..." A sad expression comes to her features briefly before she seems to push the thoughts off to the side. "Take care, Zero." She replies.
