Mar 08 12:15:00 107 PA - Discussing Mechanics

From Chronicles

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Massive clouds spew a incomprehensible mix of rain, sleet, and snow through churning winds. While the strange mix of water does not obstruct vision, it is nonetheless dark by virtue of the clouds themselves. The waning gibbous moon hangs overhead.

As usual, the weather is not good for flying unless you're flying something big, and something big did just take off. Sounds like a prop plane. Jack is sitting in the office, the lights are on. This weather really makes things dark, after all.

Galvin is about his own buisness on the landing strip but seems to have finished up cause he knocks on Jack's window. He is wearing a warm coat to keep out the worst of the weather. He is flashing a little bit of a smile as he tries to get Jack's attention.

Jack lifts a hand and waves Galvin in, turning around slowly in his seat and pushing back from the desk slightly. There is the small TV playing there, and the radio. Naturally, much paperwork is available all over the place, but at least its mostly neat and there's room to move about.

Galvin walks into the office with a smile and shakes the rain and snow from his coat. He walks over to the desk and takes a seat across from Jack he takes a casual look at the TV for a moment before asking. "How is it going Jack?"

"The usual, the usual" the TV is tuned to the news, but the sound is turned down low. "It's really crappy weather, so the only business is the cow-flying business" he tries to explain, "Have a beer if you want."

Galvin shrugs his shoulders quickly as he gets up and walks over to the fridge and grabs a beer from it. Twisting of the top he walks back over to the chair and takes a seat. "Yah is bad weather. I don't know what has been going on with the weather lately, but what can you do? I applied for a job today at Advanced Idea Mechanics."

"Maybe we can be like those weather modification cooks and change it ... " Jack jokes, shrugging as well. "Ah, how did that go? Think they'll take you? Do they pay well?" he asks, cocking his brows up slightly.

Galvin laughs in a loud voice before taking a sip of his beer. "Yah maybe. I'll look into that." He says in an amused voice. "Eh it went ok. I think they are interested. Yah they pay pretty well. They do a lot of vehicle work, and I'll get to work on robots and power armor there as well."

"That sounds like fun for ya" Jack nods his head, taking a beer bottle from the top of the desk he's at and taking a swig from it. "Seen anything interesting come by these parts? I heard one of the garages here, the owner vanished with her man all the sudden or something."

Galvin nods his head in eager agreement. "Hey who knows maybe they will let me test drive some of those suckers. That would be fun." He says with a slight grin on his face before sipping on his drink. "Well that Celaeno woman came by and wanted me to work on fixing her vibro-blades. She was talking about some sort of action that was going to go down soonish. Yah I heard about that to. Some woman named Sage inherited the garage and loaned it out to the guy who is running it now. Would be creepy if your boss just disappeared on you."

"Wouldn't it though?" Jack muses, then blinks. "Huh, yeah? They'll let you drive them? That Celaeno chick is hot, too - and you get to touch her blades" he comments, and hms softly, then takes a breath, "Not that that's really interesting or anything .... oh - so you've spoken to this Sage woman? Has she said anything about what's going on with that?"

"Nah I doubt they will let me drive them, but it sure would be fun to. Yah she is a quite a looker, and seems like she is pretty agressive too." Galvin says as he leans back in his chair and sips on the bottle of beer. "Yah I guess Sage is renting out the garage to a guy named Rufus. So she'll keep owning the building and Rufus will be the one running the place I guess."

Jack laughs, "Agressive or just discontent?" he asks, quirking his brows up. "Hm, alright, anyway, looks like you will be getting plenty of action. What's that thing that's starting up that you said?"

Galvin adjusts his glasses, pushing them a little a little higher on his face. "Well perhaps a little of both. Maybe you should try asking her out some time." He says with a bemused grin before taking another sip from the bottle of beer. "Well we will see if I get hired in the first place. If not it will be more freelance work. I'm not exactly sure. I've just been hearing rumors that is a retrieval mission of some sort. I'm not exactly able to go retreiving anything with my armaments. I would go ask her."

"Hah ... ask her out eh? She'll run off on that scooter of hers" Jack jokes, "Why didn't you?" another swig of beer as he looks at Galvin, and finally he says, "Yeah, I wouldn't go for something like that either."

Galvin laughs and shakes his head in slightly. "Yah I think she would eat me up and spit me out. I've only had one girlfriend and she turned out to be a Coalition informant and/or spy. So I don't know how good my choice in women are." He says with a little laugh as he takes a long drink of his beer.

"That sounds rough mate - did you get something out of it at least?" Jack asks, his expression becoming a bit of a curious sympathetic kind. "Yeah yeah - you know, maybe she can toughen you up that Celaeno" he laughs.

"Uh well I had to leave Merctown in a fucking hurry. I left behind some stuff, so not really." Galvin says with a shrug and a bit of a forced laugh before taking a drink. "Well I don't think she is interested in me. I'll take my time and find a job and place to stay before I start dating."

"Oh no... " Jack leans up, blinking his eyes, staring at Galvin for a few moments conspiciously. "That sounded ... wise. Are you alright? Did you have enough beer?" he asks, his eyes widening as the joke continues.

Galvin keeps laughing as he shakes his head in a humorous way. "Well I think I'll survive. All the tech around here makes it a great place for me to be. I think I like it here." He finishes off his beer and places the empty on the desk. "I could use another." He says with a grin.

"So you're saying you're building a robot girlfriend?" Jack teases, then proceeds to, "Which isn't entirely unfair, women have been clinking to Bob for ages after all, eh?" he chuckles. "Help yourself. This is definitely beer weather."

"Oh sure I build one robot girlfriend then everyone will want one and I'll be stuck building them constantly." Galcin says as he gets up and grabs another beer from the fridge. Closing the fridge he twists off the cap of the beer and chucks the top into the garbage. "Yah it is. I'm looking forward to spring. And what do you mean Bob? I don't know any Bob."

Jack mms, nodding twice to that, "You'd be stuck building them for everybody, there would be a huge lobby by women to stop you, but before anything like that happened you'd be raking in the cash. And then, the war of the sexes would start, and them girls would finally admit they want a real one" he laughs, slapping his knee once. "Hm? Oh. Battery operated boyfriend" he explains. "Don't get me wrong. I like girls as much as I like off-color jokes."

"Exactly you are seeing where I'm coming from. I don't want to start a war, and then be responsible for the end of the human race cause everyone is to busy with their robot." Galvin says with a chuckle as he takes a sip of his beer. "I like women too, but I just don't have a lot of experience. I figure no rush though."

"Rushing isn't so bad now and then ... but I suppose ... you have to have at least a bit of chemistry, eh?" Jack shrugs his shoulders faintly, setting the beer bottle aside. "Man" he grumps, making a face, "I can't even ... " he glances outside for a moment, looking a touch annoyed.

Galvin looks up as Jack makes a face. He looks out the same window that Jack is looking at. "You can't even what? What is going on?" He asks with a slightly not of concern as he takes a drink of his beer and walks over to see what he is looking at.

Jack points outside with a finger. "Can't even fly. No, that isn't completely true now. It probably wouldn't be much fun though, aaah, hmmm" he leans towards the TV to turn it up a little, tuning to the weather broadcast. "Baaaah!" after a moment, "With clouds that high - what good is it if you can't see anything? Yeah" he looks to Galvin, "So how about that robot girlfriend?" he asks on the sly.

Galvin nods his head in agreement as he looks at the weather. "Well who knows maybe it will clear up soon. Maybe I should set you up your own weather radar or something. Then you can take a look for yourself." He says with a shake of his head at the TV while sipping on his beer. "How about instead of a robot girlfriend we go to a club, bar or The Ivory Lady and try to find you a real girlfriend?"

"Hey now - you can't just put a real one in the closet after you're done you know" Jack protests, waving a hand, "Hitting some places sounds nice though... but the slog through that doesn't" he glances outside again for a moment, then he hehs softly. "Don't worry about the weather thing, it'd be nice, but we get a feed here from that one the airdrome has. So, what are these places anyway?"

"Not unless she and you are into some kinky shit." Galvin says with a little chuckle and another drink of his beer. "Well luckily my ATV is outside and it is weatherproofed, so it wouldn't be that much of a pain in the ass. Uh well so far the bars I've seen are the Nut and Bolt which is a mechanics bar. Moe's tavern which is a bit of a working mans bar along with some juicers and cyborgs. The Alibi which is like on of those lounges you see in the old pre movies that are out there. Nice drinks, nice music, and nice dance floor with women on it. Nightingale with has is real classy. I don't have the clothes for that. Uh The Ivory Lady is sort of a strip club and uh brothel."

"Really? You think there's people right now?" Jack asks, inquiring about those watering holes in particular. "A strip club, eh?" he laughs, waving a hand. "Alright, I can't say I'm set for the classy place either, though it might beinteresting to see. Speaking of places ... actually, never mind places, have you heard anything about jet fuel supplies?"

Galvin shrugs his shoulders and laughs. "I don't see why not. It is afternoon. People go and drink after all, and I know men like to look at women no matter the time." He shakes his head slightly in amusement. "Uh jet fuel? Is there a problem with deliveries or something? I haven't heard much, been mostly trying to get my job application in order lately."

"Yeah well - you know, that's a given" Jack waves a hand, looking mirthful. "Alright, it isn't a big deal. It's just stuff that can be a bit hard to come by, you'd think we're running out of dead dinosaurs or something, you know? A bunch of the planes that come here use it though - a lot of the big ones. The the nuclear ones too, but they're stupid. A turbine's all about heat, and a reactor is all about cooling. You can only sort of make it work out. Besides, who likes gettin' their nads toasted anyway?"

"That is why I look good ol fusion power. Keeps everything glowing bright. Hard to power a giant robot with gas you would have to stop and fill up all the time." Galvin says with a shake of his head. "I want to convert my ATV to nuclear power but I'll have to wait on that. I don't see the appeal of gas, but anyways you having delivery problems? What is the hold up?"

"The whole fusion thing, actually ... " Jack replies, shrugging. "Thing is, these fusion engines won't always get you everything you need but granted - they work for a whole bunch of things. Problem is, what do you do with'em after they're used up?"

"Uh you toss them. I think you are thinking of nuclear batteries or fission reactors. Those are the ones that have problems with waste. All fusion reactors make is helium as a by product." Galvin says in a technical tone that is obviously used for when he is talking buisness. "I mean the fuel is hydrogen for fusion power. Easy to get, but you don't want to hear me go on. If I did I would have to switch to Techno-can anyhow."

Galvin shakes his head. "Beta radiation is the major by product and that is just an ionized helium nucleus. That stuff is easy to get rid of and effectively 'decays' quickly. You get very minor radioativity from some gamma radiation, but it is pretty low level stuff. I mean compared to the by products you get from gas it is just as safe." He says rather sure of himself.

"The problem isn't ther eaction ... the problem is the device itself" Jack repeats, "The device becomes irradiated - when you operate this thing for such a long time, it becomes nice and toasty itself. It isn't the perfect physics lab" he points out, "I'd never open one after it's done with."

"Well considering I can get as much hydrogen as I want, and you are having problems with your jet fuel deliveries that the fusion reactors win out in the end Jack." Galvin says with a slight smile and a shake of his head. "But I don't want to argue with you about it."

"They win out for you, sure, gas ain't any different ... you'll see some day" Jack comments, "Yeah, either way it doesn't matter. Things make other things go fast, and that's pretty much what's always mattered" he stands from his seat, and makes his way to the fridge to reach in for another beer.

"They win out for you, sure, gas ain't any different ... you'll see some day" Jack comments, "Yeah, either way it doesn't matter. Things make other things go fast, and that's pretty much what's always mattered" he stands from his seat, and makes his way to the fridge to reach in for another beer.

"Fuck gas engines. A stupid idea that never should have been developed, but you have your opinions and I have mine." Galvin says with a slight shake of his head as he takes a long drink of his beer. "But anyways what is the problem with your gas deliveries you never told me."

"There is no problem. Jet fuel is just rare, there ain't that many refineries around" Jack pops the beer open, and takes a swig. "I wonder why no one has made a jet engine that runs well on a battery yet ... could it be they don't mix, or is it forgotten stuff? ... hm" he shrugs, "At any rate, Have you found out where you're going to rent?"

Galvin takes another little sip of his beer as she considers the matter. "I don't know. I wouldn't see a problem running one off of battery. I mean electrical engines can get just as much torque. How about alcohol could you modify your engines to run off of that? Nice thing about alcohol is you can always make more." He perks up a bit at the question and nods his head. "Yep I'm moving in at the Raleigh's Apartments. Hopefully they won't mind me doing some work there. You find a place yet or you want to share?"

"This isn't a helicopter, it's a jet engine. Torque ain't but one little part of what it does, and in this case it really is little" Jack shrugs, "Alcohol doesn't have the energy. See, jet fuel is heavy alright, but all that weight is energy. Just like a missile: The propellant mass is what makes it have range, together with the fuel fraction ... " a pause, then hmm. "Like I said, if it was gonna be sharing, let's hit up something more upscale. Not the the raleigh is bad or anything."

"Well one of the big things is the freezing point of jet fuel. That is pretty important and it isn't that dense, but I agree it does have a high specific energy." Galvin shrugs his shoulders quickly as he finishes off his second beer. "I don't know the specific energys of various alcohols off the top of my head so I'll have to assume your right. I think it is only about 20 as opposed to the nice jet fuel's 40 or so. But I'm going to shut up let's go get some drinks some where. Where do you want to go?"