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trans_92010-01-24 12:38 pm
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Fixer-Upper [Open]
Tony needed some time, from time to time (haha) and today, in order to take his mind off of the impending doom of the Nightmare King and the rather vivid nightmares he'd been having, he decided to do some simple work in the Sensoriums. He'd conjured up a garage and the old beater he'd occasionally driven around in - the paint was chipped and coming away in places, the car ran like shit, it had way too many miles on it and the muffler was probably broken, but it had been his for the very brief time he'd ridden around in it.
So, he was up to his arms in the guts of the simulated car. His t-shirt and jeans were covered with (simulated) grease and oil stains and his hands were dirty, but the work helped him think. It gave him something to do. It was a good distraction. He didn't glance up from the engine as he heard someone come in.
"Hey, man. Feel free to come on in."
So, he was up to his arms in the guts of the simulated car. His t-shirt and jeans were covered with (simulated) grease and oil stains and his hands were dirty, but the work helped him think. It gave him something to do. It was a good distraction. He didn't glance up from the engine as he heard someone come in.
"Hey, man. Feel free to come on in."