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driftfleet2016-02-29 10:39 pm
survivalistcookbook) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-29 10:39 pm
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Who: Eugene Woods
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: Vanquish
When: Now
Hello and good evening, everyone. This is Eugene Woods, coming to you with a few good old-fashioned barter requests.
[It's show and tell time - which means that, along with talking to the fleet, Eugene's sat on his bunk for this transmission, trousers rolled up to above the knee and nothing but his undershirt on top. It shows off not only his thigh-down prosthetic metal leg, but a decent collection of tattoos down both arms and up his right leg.]
After bringing old lefty here in for a tune-up, it occurred to me that, for the last several months, I've actually had a limb that wasn't festively decorated in some way. Of course, it's not exactly as easy as finding a tattoo shop when your leg is some kind of high-tech future alloy, so I'm looking for one of two things. Number one: a two-person team, one artist and one engineer who has bright ideas about how to put designs on this thing without damaging it. Number two: one graphic artist who has some serious chops in working with metal. Bonus points, of course, for anyone who actually has experience making anything like a replacement leg.
Repayment, as always, comes in the form of bread products, moonshine, or loan of myself to cook for your ship for an agreed-upon term. Just let me know who's up for a cyborg body mod project, and we'll get right to that.
[He reaches to turn his communicator off, then pauses, still leaned-in close.]
Oh yeah, and, uh. Any doctors or physical therapists-? Apparently I should be reaching out to you guys too. Same barter terms and all that, and, um. Thanks guys.
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: Vanquish
When: Now
Hello and good evening, everyone. This is Eugene Woods, coming to you with a few good old-fashioned barter requests.
[It's show and tell time - which means that, along with talking to the fleet, Eugene's sat on his bunk for this transmission, trousers rolled up to above the knee and nothing but his undershirt on top. It shows off not only his thigh-down prosthetic metal leg, but a decent collection of tattoos down both arms and up his right leg.]
After bringing old lefty here in for a tune-up, it occurred to me that, for the last several months, I've actually had a limb that wasn't festively decorated in some way. Of course, it's not exactly as easy as finding a tattoo shop when your leg is some kind of high-tech future alloy, so I'm looking for one of two things. Number one: a two-person team, one artist and one engineer who has bright ideas about how to put designs on this thing without damaging it. Number two: one graphic artist who has some serious chops in working with metal. Bonus points, of course, for anyone who actually has experience making anything like a replacement leg.
Repayment, as always, comes in the form of bread products, moonshine, or loan of myself to cook for your ship for an agreed-upon term. Just let me know who's up for a cyborg body mod project, and we'll get right to that.
[He reaches to turn his communicator off, then pauses, still leaned-in close.]
Oh yeah, and, uh. Any doctors or physical therapists-? Apparently I should be reaching out to you guys too. Same barter terms and all that, and, um. Thanks guys.
Re: [ video ]
[ With the better look he can see that it is, in fact, a little less advanced than he had thought, but that made it easier to work with in some respects. Advanced mechanics and servos would have made the task more difficult to say the least. ]
Oh, I can probably work with that just fine then. Again, no promises til I really get a first hand look at it, but I don't think it would be a problem.
[ video ]
Re: [ video ]
Sure thing. I can swing by later today if you want. I don't exactly have a schedule to speak of, so I'm pretty much good to go any time you are.
[ He chuckled at that, realizing it just in that moment, and how very... odd it felt. He was used to a regiment, and suddenly being without one felt odd, like the world had tilted ever so slightly - just enough to feel wrong without actually looking it. ]