Oct 03 18:06:22 107 PA - Searching for Repairs in a New City

From Chronicles

Oct 03 18:06:22 107 PA.

NUT 'N BOLT: Searching for Repairs in a New City

Galvin is sitting at the giant robotic leg that makes up the bar. He has out a small circuit board and seems to be fiddling with it in between sips of his beer. After a moment he seems satisfied with whatever he is doing to the board, and puts the circuit board away into one of his many pockets.

The Slavic fellow comes into the Nut and Bolt, quickly retrieving what are likely to be earplugs from one of his many pockets. Likely because there would be no other reason for him to stuff his fingers quickly into his ears. Gabriel is hefting a breastplate of some kind with him, looking not annoyed or upset, but not amused or happy, either. After some apparent inquiries and finger-waving, there's a pat on another man's shoulder, a nod of thanks, and he drives through the masses toward Galvin at the odd robot-leg bar.

Galvin is cradling his beer between both of his hands as Gabriel walks up to the bar. He is wearing his own pair of earplugs so that he doesn't damage his hearing in the noisy club. He looks up at the arrival of Gabriel and he adjusts his glasses with one finger. Need something?" He asks as he glances at the breastplate of the armor. "Looks like that needs some patching up."

Gabriel smiles and nods, then yells a little louder than necessary to be heard over the music. Probably not used to the earplugs. The breastplate is held up and rested on his thigh as he lights upon an adjacent stool. "Apparently, you're Galvin? I think we've met before, but it's been a bit hectic for me. So no offense if I've forgotten." He pauses with a quick smile, then continues, using the breastplate as an illustration. "A certain idiot who will go unnamed managed to miss his target and plug me in the chest." His right index finger points out three burnt, slightly-indented spots across what is clearly a piece of Crusader armor. "I'd rather not walk around wearing a torn up rain coat, you know what I mean? I've been told that you fix up this type of thing." He shrugs and asks, "If you can, do you have a price? I have material."

Galvin nods his head slowly as he looks at the burnt marks on the armor. "Hi Gabriel. Yah I think I remember you." He reaches out and touches on of the spots with a finger. "Doesn't look like the damage is too bad. I am sure I can patch it up pretty quick. Shouldn't take long at all." He pauses for a moment to take a drink of his beer. "Well it would depend on the prices at the moment, but with your materials I am sure it would be pretty cheap. There isn't a lot of damage."

There some happy nodding, and Gabriel says, "Ah, great. Finding people in this town isn't easy. Haven't seen a Ma Bell phone book yet. Lots of word-of-mouth." His gaze is drawn to a very green, phosphorescent fizzy drink being carried past, but his attention really doesn't waver horribly much. "I'm not going to try to stiff you with money or anything, and frankly, I do my best to stay away from haggling. I don't have much, but I need it done. My grasp of the value of a dollar isn't so hot yet, either, so I'm afraid that I'm a bit lost as to offering you what I'm willing to pay."

Galvin smiles as he adjusts his glasses again. "Well I am glad you found me. I always need more work." He sips on his beer again while shrugging his shoulders. "I am not up to a lot of haggling either. "I'll charge you 400 credits plus the cost of the rest of the materials. That should be pretty fair. Sound like a plan?"

Gabriel smiles and nods. A friendly, contract-closing hand is extended. "Deal. Should I just leave this with you?"

Galvin takes Gabriel's hand in his own and shakes it. "Well lets go put it in my ATV that way it will be safe until I head home." He scoots back from the bar and stands up. He takes a set of keys from one of his pockets. "Come on let's throw it in the back." He says as he starts heading for the exit of the bar.

Gabriel looks around, and with nothing else to do, follows out the man who is now in possession of his armor.