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[color=gold]Time:[/color] 10 in the morning
[color=gold]Location:[/color] Rotten Goods Pawn Shop => Deadman's Respite
[color=gold]Interactions:[/color] The people in the Deadman's Respite Near the Jukebox, Aiden[@PrankFox], & Deeandra[@Midnight Howl]
[color=gold]Weapons:[/color]
[color=gold]1.[/color] His 2 foot long [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/597967434732929024/911716771218747432/317J1DoVSvL._AC_SY1000_.jpg]Wrench[/url] that weighs 8-ish pounds. 
[color=gold]2.[/color] His [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/597967434732929024/911533146942611486/pardini-mod-gt45-schwarz-5-45-acp_1.png]Pardini GT 45[/url] that fires .45 ACP where he has only has 10 rounds for it.
[color=gold]Inventory:[/color] 
A bag that holds all of his tools and some spare parts, his [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/597967434732929024/911516981746880542/4ea365cf18a2106285967c422828c093.png]cateen[/url] that holds 1 quart of safe to drink water with a mug attached to it, and a book on vulcanization of rubber(he needs to return it today).
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Shifting gears, sheering metal, and burning smoke; that was the everyday existence when inside the back of the Rotten Goods Pawn Shop. Tarak had been back here a few times, either for dealings or for fixing, and never once does the sounds nor smells change. Tarak knew this place well enough, as machines breaking down was a normal occurrence, with the ramping raids being taken by the Reapers, it is often to have an increase in production of recycling and upcycling materials. With the frequency of things going down, Tarak has needed to put holds on some of his outside projects, as oftentimes he had to refurbish parts or even had to figure out how to make whole new parts for some machines. 

Today Tarak came in to check up on a machine that they got traded in recently, it was a strange machine that had a rotary needle in the center and a falling needle on the side with some empty space inside it. They assumed it was some circular cloth sewer, but they couldn't figure out where to put the thread without taking it apart. Tarak looked at the strange machine and checked a few things before he let out a laugh as he said, [color=gold]"Haha, no, this isn't some sewing machine. It is used for music, it uses the large black disks people come in with every now and again. I think it's called a Vinyl"[/color]. Tarak started looking at it, it looks as if it was needing some major parts, the speakers seemed to have been blown out, a few of the main gears had eroded, and it seems like a good few bits of wiring needs to be reworked and replaced before it might even move. Yet nothing too troublesome for the mechanics here, well Tarak hopes, or he'll need to find some books on vinyl records.

Tarak talked a while longer with the mechanic who brought him in, it was a simple chat of nothing special, yet it was better than Tarak normally gets out of people in the Lanes. Honestly, most people seem to be a bit more talkative in certain moods, mattering on what Tarak says or brings. This has led to Tarak bringing food with him every now and again when he is going to be talking to some people, honestly, Tarak has food with him right now, but it seems that learning the news had brought some joy to their day, maybe because the Vinyl player would sell for a bit, or it could be a new source of entertainment for them. Either way, it was something good nonetheless, after the talks, Tarak left and started making a few rounds where he knew people would be, sometimes it is to check up on some people and kids, other times it is to snoop on any new gossip. 

It seems that news is going around that the Reapers are to go on another raid. Some people are getting more skeptical of the constant raids the Reapers are undertaking. Others are becoming scared as they think a famine is coming on soon. Tarak is slightly more inquisitive of what is going on, after all, he knew quite a few raids had been undertaken on both sides of the coin. The Rouges were going and smuggling in many goods, while the Reapers had brought in quite a few things each go around. Sure it wasn't enough to be the main source of supplies, yet it should hold over until other sources could provide. Honestly, Tarak knew the best place to get the info he needed would come from going to the greatest source of information, the bar. Tarak made his way over, telling those he knew that he's actually on a quick stop to the Deadman, as he heard there were some problems with the stuff there.

Tarak made his way over without much worry, he knew most of the people here, and many knew Tarak as something a little scarier than just Tarak the Tinkerer. He may have come from the Core with his Father, yet he had spent much of his time down in the lanes and the outskirts. Yet that didn't bring his notoriety, it came from a few of the run-ins he had, many wanted to go toe-to-toe with Tarak, as they knew he must have something on him worth a damn. Yet, they found out an hour later, after they woke up, that Tarak wasn't some scared child to a mere knife. Knives seem to be mere child play to him, and some even say he's bulletproof, most of this is some made-up nonsense, yet it was fun to see kids look at him and ask, 'Can you actually eat bullets?'. Tarak had always played up these notions with the kids, he always thought it was fun to see the kids laugh and giggle as he did 'heroics', which was him fixing things and lifting heavy objects. After which he'd play with them and pick them up and run around with them acting as if they were flying and superheroes themselves.

Yet today wasn't for that kind of fun, today Tarak needed to tell people that he was going to the Deadman's Respite to fix stuff there. Most just accepted that, others were slightly inquisitive to what he was doing, that was when Tarak made up a lie on the spot as he said, [color=gold]"Ah the jukebox needs some repairs"[/color]. Tarak didn't know if that'll work, if some people investigate he'll need to play the 'I have a secret girl I was meeting' card, he hopes whoever there will be okay with taking the heat on that. He hopes it's one of the newbies so they'll be slightly mad but won't say anything, if it's Dee, he hopes for a swift death.

Yet to Tarak's surprise, it seems like the jukebox was broken, [i]lucky Tarak[/i]. He let out a sigh of relief and also sadness. Relief that he didn't need to play one of his few trump cards, of sadness because that meant he'd need to now figure out what's going on. Tarak popped his neck as he made his way over to the box and called out, [color=gold]"Hey what's going on? It sounds quiet in here"[/color]. Tarak knew well something was wrong but he was hoping to maybe get some info so he could pass it off to someone else, like Jack. Tarak knew Jack would love to tinker with something like this, if not, Tarak didn't care, he just didn't want another thing on his plate, he was here for other things not to actually do his job.