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#FreedomFalls – August 23, 2015
Pip's store is located as close to the settlement centre as possible. It is a single floor building that is effectively a large garage with a small waiting room and reception to the front of the store. A few chairs and a table are to the left as one enters the building with a reception desk to the right. Straight ahead is a door -
- that leads into a garage large enough to hold two vehicles at one time. Various workbenches are dotted about with various tools accompanying them. Two large shutters allow access to the garage to the right of the room.
Gregorij walks down the street with Anna next to him. He stops to check the adress on his omni-tool before grunting and walking into the building. Upon entering he looks around, trying to spot Summers.
Pip is stood behind the desk, tapping at a terminal as her eyes dart across the interface. She's dressed in a dirty red mechanic's jumpsuit with a greasy rag sticking out of a pocket. Instead of her hair being in a ponytail, it is bunched up into a tight bun. As Greg enters, she glances up and smiles at him. "Welcome!"
Gregorij nods in response, not bothering to say anything. He's wearing his usual worn old jacket and his hair and beard is no better looking than last Summers saw him. He moves closer to the desk, with his mech following.
Pip leans forward on the desk, still wearing a warm smile on her face. "Greg, Anna, good to see ya'," she says. "So, what's the problem with her? I'll need as much detail as you can give."
Gregorij gently grasps Anna's right arm, lifting it into the air. It moves limply along as he lifts it and then brings it down again. "She hurt her right arm. Can't move it anymore."
Pip nods and walks around the desk. "'Scuse me," she says as she slips next to Anna, investigating the arm herself. "Easy enough job," she concludes finally. "I'll have her fixed within the hour. If you'd like, I can also do a full maintenance check for a little extra."
Anna looks blankly at Summers. The asari-shaped mech speaks in a digitized but feminine voice: "This facility does not appear in my list of licensed disability mech repair facilities. I would advise seeking a licensed mechanic."
Gregorij covers his face with his palm. "It-... it's fine, Anna. This girl will fix you. We're not going to find a licensed mechanic on this world, you know that. Don't be difficult."
Pip giggles and gestures to the door leading to the garage. "I'll take her out back and start workin' on her. It's a quiet day today, so I'll have fixed in a jiffy." She points to the table and chairs and smiles to Greg. "If you'd like to take a seat and wait."
Gregorij motions for Anna to go with Pip and then takes a seat, letting out a loud grunt. "You be careful with her." he mutters.
Pip guides the mech into the workshop and chuckles. "Of course," she says as the door opens, showing a garage devoid of any vehicles. "If you need anythin' just hit the intercom." She gestures to said intercom next to the door. With a final wave, she walks in with the mech and the door closes.
Gregorij rubs his temples with a groan and takes out a metal flask along with a bottle of pills, washing some of the meds down with vodka. He lets out a grunt and a cough before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and glancing nervously at the workshop door.
Time ticks by, the closed door muffling any sounds. There is no sign of Pip until around the forty-five minute mark when she walks out, rubbing off oil lubricant from her hands with the dirty rag.
Gregorij immediately stands up, stumbling a bit as he gets to his feet, having to put a hand against the wall to steady himself. His eyes close as he takes a few deep breaths and then heads towards Pip. "How-... ngh... how did it go? Where is she?"
Pip jerks her head towards the door, smiling faintly. "Ask her yourself. She's a well built mech, she just needed some TLC, mate." The door remains open.
Gregorij heads towards the workshop at a rather slow and slightly uneaven pace, he stops halfway and winces before continuing.
Greg would see Watty sat with his hands on his knees, head tilted at Anna curiously. Anna herself would be stood next to a workbench with various tools. Her broken parts have been replaced by old, but reliable parts and her arm would be functioning normally.
Gregorij walks up to Anna, shooting a suspicious glance at the YMIR before taking a closer look at the arm of his mech, making sure the shoulder is repaired. He hugs Anna with a brief smile and keeps his hands on her arms after letting go. "Told you I'd get you fixed, didn't I?"
NPC Leans forward slightly and tilts his head in the other direction. As Greg walks up to Anna, he leans back and raises his hand, giving the man a small wave.
Pip walks in behind Greg and folds her arms, smiling softly. "I decided to throw in a quick maintenance check too. No extra charge."
Gregorij lets go of the mech and offers an appreciative nod at Pip before looking at Watty, still suspicious of the hulking mech. After a moment he turns back to Pip and starts fumbling around the numerous pockets of his jacket in search of his credit chit.
Pip pulls out a datapad and quickly taps in the cost of replacements and labour. She hands the datapad over to him with a small smile. The price is rather reasonable. "And that's that. Feel free to drop in if she ever needs fixin' again."
Gregorij finally manages to find the credit chit, grabbing the datapad and inserting the chit, paying the cost with a nod. "Thank you." He mutters and starts to head towards the door. Anna immediately moves to support him with an arm around his waist.
Pip takes the datapad back and waves them off with a smile. "Take care and tell your friends about me!" She really doubts that that guy has any friends at all.