let's make a mess (open)

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“I’ve got a set up in my shop, I can rinse off there when I drop this stuff off.” She adjusted the monitor full of wires in her arms and decide to walk off. “You are welcome to come by if you like, it’s on a garage I’ve adopted at the beach. But if your busy with the wall I‘lol be excited to see what you do come next trash day. Maybe if I really like it you think you can do some body work for me? I don’t have an artistic bone in my body.”

[WR Harthe]

WR tilted their head. Garage on the beach? That was something they had never seen before. Mostly because they NEVER found themself venturing out to the beach, but still, it piqued their interest... somewhat.

Then she acknowledged their graffiti, and they smiled slightly, scratching the back of their head.

"Body work for huh? Shouldn't be a problem."

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“Neat. If you need anything made or repaired in the future I can help you as long as you bring me the mats.” She was walking away loot in tow. “Most of what I’ve got is useless but its a growing collection that maybe I’ll find use for it figure out in the future.”

[WR Harthe]

As the woman began to walk off, WR briefly contemplated if they were going to follow. They... had nothing better to do, so they hastily slung their bag over their back and started after her, tossing the cigarette into a nearby puddle.

"Mind if I tag along for a bit?" They asked, keeping the appropriate distance as to not attract her awful stink.

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“Sure, thing.” Lucky grinned welcoming the company. “I got some good quality parts that I’ve been trying to decide what to do with them. I’m really tossing up between a remote controlled robot or some rad bionic arms. It’s difficult for me to prioritize and focus on one project. But my resources so I don’t want to waste them.”

[WR Harthe]

WR shrugged, shoving their hands in their pockets and staring at the beaten concrete.

"Bionic arms sound dope as hell," They smiled in thought of Gidget.

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“Oh the urgency of the matter was a lot stronger back on old world but here I’m a little more relaxed my condition won’t turn for the worst at the wrong time.” Lucky explained. “If I create new arms then I’d make them in the event I cut off my own.”

[WR Harthe]

"You're from the other world?"

That was the thing that piqued their interest.

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“Oh, yes kind of a country bumpkin to some as I didn’t live too closely to the main five powers. Which is an easy way to say I grew up in barren lands void of most life and control. Scraps of old buildings and tech from before the war can be considered valuable and realistically the only way to survive peacefully. If you could make something useful with any of it then you can get more for your efforts.” Lucky painted WR a picture of her life.

[WR Harthe]

WR... wasn't expecting her to say so much, so they sort of blinked blankly until she was done. They shook their head dismissively. They didn't want to linger on the topic.

"Yeah, I hear ya. So you're a meta, then." That would explain a lot...kind of.

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“Oh no... I’m normal. I have no powers of any kind.” Lucky would correct with a smile


They’d walk past the apartment complex and head down a street of mostly rubble and cracked buildings on either side. About the third one down a small two door garage with cracked walls and a wounded foundation. Lucky would turn to this one in particular and drop her monitor of junk beside her while she leaned into a squat to get her fingers under a door and lifted it with a screeching metallic noise as she opened it just high enough to let both of them under. “I’m sure this place had a key I could use to open these doors from the outside but the original lender might likely have them or be dead.”

[WR Harthe]

WR swiveled their head in silence, hands in pockets, while they examined all of the buildings they passed by. This part of town was... especially shitty, but it made sense for Lucky's whole...thing. They still weren't entirely sure what her deal was, but if...whatever this was, was her living, then they were going to respect it.

When she spoke again, they rose a brow.

"You stole this place from some dude?"

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“When the ark landed they collected insurance and abandoned it as far as I could tell this whole area is just left for the metas. We all camped out here before the apartments were built remember? All along this beach front and in these buildings we took tents, tarps, wood, food, etc. After the natives collected their losses and... their dead of course.”

With a few piles of sorted junk scattered about like an organized mess she had a dingy leather sofa of to one side with a three legged table in front of it. The fourth leg was a tall cylinder pipe jammed and bolted straight through the table’s surface. If WR noticed the plugs they’d see lucky had overfilled each one with additional plug adapters and extension cords reaching across the floor from one part of the shop to the next some dangling from said plugs and reaching to higher levels like into an office upstairs.

Lucky was unzipping from her jump suit and rubber boots just before dunking her head in a barrel full of water that was dripping from a loose pipe. Coming back up lucky reached for a bottle of dish soap and was apparently using that for shampoo. She poured the soap in her hands and exclaimed a bit before lathering her hair, not wasting soap, and taking off fingerless gloves that went up her arms. WR might notice the crystals protruding from her arms as she tossed aside the soggy gloves. Lucky also had dangling a bucket which had a rag she would use for scrubbing the soap across her arms. She pulled a curtain tucked away on an electric wire plugged into an outlet across the way and tossed off more clothes in privacy.

[WR Harthe]

WR stepped inside and looked around with a brow raised. She... really wasn't lying, huh? If anyone needed a random part or useless accessory, she probably had it. The more they thought about it, they more attention they paid to minute details. In a way, it was kind of art... in another way, it was kind of gross.

They shook their head, turning back to her as they noticed her shaking all about in the corner of their eyes. Their raised brow rose higher. There were crystals just... dangling from her arms, and she claimed she wasn't a meta. Right. It was either that or a rare birth defect... which honestly wasn't unlikely.

But maybe they were too quick to judge.

"So... you got any other hobbies, or uh, this it?"

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“Huh?” Oh hobbies... the things people do on their free time. I heard about that.” There was a big splash that shattered on the floor and flowed into a near by drain, probably one that was once upon a time used to wash access oil and car fluids but it had somewhere to go other than flooding her floors. “No, this is not a hobby nor do I have one... it’s kind of all I know how to do.”