Who: ACE | SAM KIRK What: Blowing Things Up! When: Afternoon Where: Auto Shop Rating: TBD
Her favorite time to pass the time at work; attempt to fix her own motorbike. Not that it didn't run perfectly well, for a normal motorcycle. The engine ran, the wheels turned, she got from point A to point B. Hell, the converter still worked so she didn't need petrol. It was just the time and space hopper attacked to the old gas tank that was the problem. She couldn't go a measly five minutes forward or back on this bloody rock, never mind attempting to move anywhere else in space. Naturally, this place didn't have the actual parts she needed to fix that. Assuming it was the parts that were the problem to begin with, which she was suspecting they weren't. Still she tinkered with them all the same. Old engine parts, computer parts, trinkets that had come along with her.
Ace had been in the process of welding a bit of circuitry to the engine bits, when some part or another disagreed. The pistons sparked and spun, oil caught, fire broke out and she took off as fast as her feet would take her. The time-traveler carried enough explosives on her person to take out a good portion of this city, so catching fire was really not a good idea. What could have potentially been an explosion taking several blocks down with her became a little fire that simply burnt up the top of her work table. No harm done, save to her table, and maybe her lungs as the shop filled up with a thin layer of smoke.
Grumbling under her breath, Ace sat on the curb outside the shop while the smoke cleared out. Not so much bothered by it, the smoke from her nitro was worse. Just frustrated is all. She couldn't stand to be trapped in the same place for too long. Not when there was nothing going on. Doing the old job, apartment, and bills jazz again. Too domestic. Nearly sixty years of adventure gave everyday a sort of expectation for excitement, and this place was not meeting the bill.