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[indent]That was... [i]a lot[/i] of people. Jane was inside a 4.78-ton hydraulic monolith, whose existence was dependent on forces beyond the collective understanding of everyone in the room, and she was starting to feel uncomfortable by the number of people filing into the bunker. Jane wasn't used to be around a crowd, and it was just generally a lot of things to keep track of, someone says something between conversations directed at her, and she might not notice and end up getting on someone's nerves. Or maybe someone asked a certain question she didn't feel comfortable saying, and then Jane would have to think of a way to say, "it's none of your business" in a polite way in front of [i]everyone.[/i] She hadn't even been here for a whole hour, she didn't expect that she'd even be touching this robot for another [i]week.[/i] At least she wouldn't be going in alone... right?

And of course, the Director was at least a little bugged that she was making absolutely, crystal-clear certain that things would go over smoothly. And then everyone started going into powers after her... Teleportation, holy shit. They basically had Gatecrasher on their team. Maybe they'd make it out alive long enough for Jane to see where the nearest warm, insulated bedroom would be. What were they doing before she got spooked? Oh- right, the Proving Ground. Jane hauled ass very careful there in the suit, clunking down the stairs with what sounded like quiet thunder from far-off clouds. She was here for weeks at a time, slowly building her rig up from nothing as entire days went by in minutes, and until, now, Jane didn't consider other tinkers using it. It wouldn't be a problem, necessarily, but what if the other girl asked about her arm? What if she asked to [i]look at it?[/i] That nervous feeling of being out of her element came back again, right up until she opened the doors to familiar territory.

A huge workshop full of everything multiple tinkers could ever need for [i]any[/i] of their tech. Jane hadn’t built and kind of special tools for things yet, but she could if she had the need for them. The junkyard she lived in had ample materials to salvage, but everything was either molded, rusted through, both, or home to one or more colonies of insects. But here, the condition of materials wasn’t a concern. Jane could make damn near anything as long as Rachel said it was okay. 

She hobbled over to a sectioned off portion of the floor marked with yellow-black hazard lines- something she recommended during construction of the suit for safety. Jane positioned the rig so it was inside with enough space for people to walk, and a loud hissing noise signaled the back plates unraveling as she climbed out, and stepped to the ground in a thud. The suit reoriented into a stationary pose as Jane rummaged through stuff in a set of drawers. She pulled out a notebook and a pencil that she left there, and started frantically scribbling things down about the internals. Things like, “mag-wheel 2B sticky,” “relayer consistency in orange,” and “needs more gain.” These were things that sounded like an alien language to most people, and likely other tinkers as well, but they were like second nature to Jane. Notes for the mechanical monster that she would use for fine-tuning the little things. It was still fully functional, of course, but tinker tech was rarely perfect. 

Jane then quickly pulled off the right gauntlet and clamped it into place on a table. Jane then ran across the room to a metal container and removed something from it. It looked like a ball bearing with a mandala inside of it, and when she slid it into an indentation on the gauntlet’s surface, it began to spin. Jane slid the gauntlet back on, feeling it connect to her arm, and the arm felt looser. It was a rusted stick held together my geomagnetic forces and esoteric alien brainpower, but with the strange disc attached to an outer shell, Jane could feel the rust smooth over, and the joints clench less when she moved it.

It was like getting an extra bar for cell service, and wouldn’t be difficult to explain to Rachel. Even if it was now starting to [i]glow.[/i] Jane looked up and saw Beverly tinkering away with something. They would both probably be down here together a lot, almost every day. Jane felt like she should say something to Beverly, maybe make a good first impression if it hadn’t been made yet. She walked over to where the other girl was, and tried to socialize. [color=5081e1]”So- uh. This. This is a lot. At least we don’t have to worry about resources, right?”[/color] She was mentally kicking herself for sounding awkward when they were about to get thrown into the shit together.


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