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[smokedout]

Getting pretty crowded on floor 4... damn.

[This is the first time a lot of people have seen Dodger - he tends to stick to audio-only responses, and doesn't spend too much time on the network in the first place. But he is a man dictated mostly by impulse, and impulse says that he may as well do a video. Maybe people will be more open with a face to put to his name. Even if it's as scarred-up and creepy as his.

Dodger's room is currently lit only by the desk lamp he's sitting next to, and jars full of fireflies hung by strings and tacks from the walls ( much like fairy lights). They're segregated by color, and one would guess they've been there a while from how they wander complacently along the glass. If one squints, they may be able to see all the beer bottles on his floor - he's generally tidy, but apparently not when it comes to his drinking habit.]

Figure I should get to know a few more people, since this dorm place is filling up and the damn crying festival is winding down. Name's Dodger, I'm a mechanic, I collect bugs. Not in general, just got a liking for these little freaks - I'll pay a dollar per bug if anyone feels like finding me a few more. Anyone who wants to step up and tell me what kinda job and hobbies you got, start some sorta friendly exchange... I could use the company.

And get your 'dodger' jokes out of the way before you reply. Artful, jammy, baseball, all that shit - don't wanna hear it.

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un: promptastic

[imprompto]

[ Ok, ew bugs, but mechanics yay! ]

What kind of wheels you work on?

[smokedout]

I grew up around motorcycles, they're my main thing - but I'm not gonna say no to taking a crack at a car or... whatever else can come through the portal.

[There's so much variety in vehicles here he can't exactly limit himself to things he strictly knows what he's doing with. At least not if he expects to make any money out of his job.]

What'cha got to work with?

[imprompto]

Nothing here. Our transportation's back home, all alone and unused.

[ And he sorely misses it. Riding around in the Regalia like he's hot shit would have been a wonderful past-time. ]

[smokedout]

Well, if you gimme a basic idea I might be able to replicate it. Won't be as pretty, but the quarantine's got some crazy tech to play with. And I wouldn't mind a pet project.

[He's modest, at least where purely legal work is concerned, but he's a perfectionist at heart. He won't hand the thing over until he's completely satisfied that it can't be improved further.]

[imprompto]

Really? [ He folds his scrawny arms over his chest, knowing full well what comes next. ] How much would something like that run?

[ Prompto's too new to have hardly anything saved up, but an estimate wouldn't hurt. It would be nice to have his own set of wheels and rub it in Gladio's face. ]

[smokedout]

Depends on what you're asking for - a decent ride can get into the hundred-thousands back home, but half the effort's gone here and I'm not big on asking more than the work I do. So let's say once I got a good idea of the materials I need and how long it'll take me, I can tell you a price.

So - how many wheels has this thing got, what kind of engine, how fast do you wanna go and what kinda control scheme do you like. To start us out. [A small pause.] Might take longer if it uses some sorta magical bullshit power source - have to figure out that shit before I do anything else.

[imprompto]

Okay, definitely doable. I'll write up the specs and shoot it over to ya!