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[servomotor]

HELLO THIS IS TONY STARK. I AM A MECHANIC

[----- THE CLASSIFIEDS -----]
SEEKING CANDIDATES FOR THE FOLLOWING 2 POSITIONS OF EMPLOY:

• ASSISTANT MECHANIC (ENGLISH-SPEAKER, UNDERSTANDS MACHINE TERMINOLOGY, STEADY HANDS, NO ORIGINAL IDEAS)
  
• PROGRAMMER (ENGLISH-SPEAKER, ANY CODE LANGUAGE, RUDIMENTARY KNOWLEDGE OF APPROPRIATIVE KANJI PREFERRED)

HOURS: 10-15/WEEK

SALARY/MONTH: 4 BREAD (WHAT'S THE UNLEAVENED EQUIVALENT OF LOAVES? THAT, DISTRIBUTED 1/WEEK IN THE INTEREST OF AVOIDING MOLD), 1 GALLON BEER, 1 COTTON GARMENT, A PRICELESS TROVE OF TECHNICAL KNOWLEDGE, THE OPPORTUNITY TO CHANGE ZION FOR THE BETTER (THE BAR IS SO HIGH); 3 MONTH BONUS (YOUR OWN STOVE, 2 BURNER, FUEL NOT PROVIDED) (YOU WILL BUILD IT YOURSELF OUT OF PARTS PROVIDED BY MYSELF AND EYEBROWS PROVIDED BY YOU). NEGOTIABLE.

OTHER NOTES: 1 MONTH PROBATION AND BASIC SKILL EVALUATION * SPIES (RUSSIAN ETC) NEED NOT APPLY. NOTHING SUBVERSIVE IS HAPPENING HERE AND I KNOW TO LOOK OUT FOR REFLEXIVE KARATE LEGS NOW. DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.

OOC Note: Charles Snippy is going to be Mechanic, pre-established, but if you'd like to play thru competing for the job or apply for the other feel free.

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GUESS WHICH 12 PARLIAMENTARY OVERLORDS ARE CURRENTLY DEADLOCKED IN CHAMBERS ON A VOTE FOR NEXT ACTION ON THE 4 LOST HOVERCRAFT

GUESS WHO THE TIEBREAKER ISN'T

YOU. BECAUSE FASCISM.

OOC Note: This is for the Return to Harbour plot. You can request NPCs here or by PMing the mod account. The mods will help coordinate if needed.

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[mrsnippy]

I'm interested in your Assistant Mechanic position. My name is Charles Snippy. I've been unplugged for six months. I'm looking to expand my repertoire beyond repairing hovercraft.

Background: 2170's era Matrix comparable to Real World post-AI, pre Machine War technological levels.

• Former employee of soulless superconglomorate: extensive experience in mindlessly following orders.
• Extreme tour guide: Trained to repair and maintain an all-terrain vehicle, trained in weapons maintenance, clear and proven communication skills.
• ~10 years unemployment following nuclear destruction of the human race: Extensive experience salvaging, stripping and reassembling a diverse range of constructs. Well-honed reflexes (will be keeping my own eyebrows).

Real World skills: 4 months employment in the hovercraft repair dock: regained muscle memory RE handling tools. Have learnt machine terminology as used in the real world. Can use uploaded manuals to supplement my own knowledge.

References: Supervisor Dreyfus in Dock 3 section A.


Ignore this if you are a) planning to topple any regional governments (I'm not going to jail for you) or b) expecting me to swear sole allegiance to you.

The one month trial will be mutual.

[servomotor]

DID THE 2170S HAVE FLYING CARS

[mrsnippy]

Hovercars, hoverbikes, space shuttles, the works. The eggheads were also experimenting time travel just before WW3.

I only drove vehicles with wheels.

Doesn't that trove of technological know-how you're offering include how to unstick your capslock?

[servomotor]

YES BUT YOU DON'T SEEM TO HAVE ANY DIFFICULTY WITH THAT SO I THINK WE SHOULD LET THAT GO.

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT FLYING

[mrsnippy]

That all depends on what we're using to fly. If your plan involves gluing me to a chair covered in helium balloons, then I'll quit. If your plan involves building something repairable and mechanical, then I trust my own abilities to make it as sturdy as you'll need it to be for when you make your test flight.

After all, if the designer isn't confident enough with his own design to give it a first go, then how can a mere assistant mechanic hope to feel safe?

[servomotor]

YOU SOUND VERY PARANOID.

THIS COMING FROM THE DUDE RAISING THE ALARM ABOUT POLITICAL CONSPIRACY THEORIES.

[mrsnippy]

It's only paranoia if it's unfounded. My soulless corporate overlords took me off of my desk job once to make me wear newly developed uniforms in the RAPID-EXPLOSIVE-OXIDATION TEST CHAMBER.

Addendum to my CV: No fear of fire, very low expectations of employer behaviour.

If you make the bare effort not to put me in mortal danger you'll be by far the best employer I've ever had.