Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Tourin "termite" Might on Oct 9, 2013 17:54:32 GMT
OPEN TO MINGOS MERCHANICS "Folks! Good Morning Folks" Ladies and Gentlemen! Those undecided! Those from above and below!" A short bald man with wild staring eyes shouted standing atop of a wooden crate. "It is the second Saturday of the month! and Mingos Mechanics is out and open in full bloom!" On a crisp fall morning Mingos had already begun to crowd. The purple and white striped multi-leveled tents wedged themselves between the allies (probably not approved by the city) and could be seen for miles away. Though nothing there was sold or presented strictly for the purpose of entertainment, one couldn't help feeling like they just stepped into the world's greatest circus. "We have the most ingenious inventors and gadgetry and technology and dohickeys and the like sold here, and only here!" He bellowed running purple in the face and loosing breath. "Don't let those Europiums collect dust folks! These devices make life easier, make you more appealing, and may help you on whatever adventurous endeavor you think you are on!" "Also if you if you are here for any of our ancients artifacts, especially with the intent for trade...please see me directly". The last words were trailed and stern.
"And now for the our most awaited announcement! " at these words people began to congregate around his stand. "Mingos it once again hiring." "Yes, we are now looking for skilled mechanics and tradesmen! Inventors and geniuses alike." " You must be ambitious, intuitive, and faithful, for Mingos is looking to expand..."
Post by Willoughby Tavers on Oct 14, 2013 0:00:32 GMT
Today was his self declared off day. Today was the day he placed his wrench in his coat pocket and headed out of the Peasant's Hovel, towards the Merchant's Quarter. The sun had yet to appear and the air was cool, today was going to perfect. Willoughby Tavers, the owner of a small in-home shop he called "Taver's Tinkering", strolled through the streets, with his callused hands shoved deep in his holey pockets. He kept his head down, careful never to attract too much attention. It was instinct to do so. He had lived his life on the dangerous streets in the Peasant's Hovel, where one wrong look could cost you more than you had. Will had never fancied fighting or any kind of conflict, even if he could handle his own.
By the time he arrived, it was well into the morning. He had made his way over to Mingo's huge purple and white tents. He slid into the crowd and watched the spectacle. Willoughby had always loved coming over to Mingo's Mechanics. He couldn't help but to marvel at the sights, the machinery. His attention was torn away from the gadgets by some man's loud, boisterous voice. His eyes fell to a short bald man on a crate. It was the same speech he had before. Willoughby was about to divert his attention when he heard, "Mingo's it once again hiring after 20 long years!"
Willoughby was filled with joy at those words. Mingo's is hiring? Could this be my chance? He didn't know what to do, what to say. Would right now be the right time to apply? He didn't know but he didn't want to take the chance of losing out on this opportunity. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, "Where do we apply?!"
Post by Tourin "termite" Might on Oct 19, 2013 13:13:33 GMT
"You can hand your resume to me if you feel it's ready" said Tourin standing oddly close. "I presume that you are qualified, most who know of Mingo's wouldn't apply without an exceeding knowledge of mechanics and science, but this time we are looking to fuse the know-how with just a bit...well with a few other traits." "So, we are still needing the intellectual qualities, and more." Touring looked around the fair exhaustedly. "Unfortunately you are the only one who has applied, even after 20 years of barred additions, and no backfill, we have such a small turnout." "None the less, you we be evaluated with extreme prejudice." "And..." He said with a light tone "I respect your interest and patience." "Too many these days take for granted the technology that gives motor to their lives, and not too many could tell you how any of it works" "Our gadgetry is almost witchcraft to the common folk."
Post by Willoughby Tavers on Oct 19, 2013 17:16:09 GMT
Willoughby made sure to listen to the man closely, absorbing every word like a sponge. He ran his fingers through his wild hair, thinking to himself, A resume, eh? Hm. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a small flyer he had made for his small shop in the peasant's hovel. I don't quite have a resume...hell, do I even know exactly what a resume is? Never had to fill one out before...I've always worked for myself or for someone who just hired me on the spot. He stepped closer to the man, a little nervous. It was strange being the first person to apply in years...it left Will kind of anxious. He wanted this, yes. He wanted to pursue his passion and make a little extra because of that...but his motivational drive could not lift the weight in his heart. I'll do this for dad...
He shoved the hand holding the crinkled flyer towards the man, which read "Taver's Tinkering: Repair Shop for the Residents of the Peasant's Hovel", "I'm not much, sir. I don't have a resume, just this paper and the shop it advertises for. I'm good with my hands, even better with tools. I know gears and bolt, better than people. This is my passion. My life. I'm hard worker with nothing to lose so, I can take whatever you throw at me."
Post by Tourin "termite" Might on Nov 13, 2013 23:53:14 GMT
Tourin took the crinkled flyer and eyed it curiously. "Smart lad," he said, "of all the places where you never run out of business, the hovel is certainly it. The question is, whether or not any of those customers can pay!" He handed back the flyer to the young man. "Very well... you're hired! I've been meaning to bring in some new blood to the guild for some time, since certain ones of us old hats are desperately overdue for some retirement." And by old hats he meant himself though he wouldn't come right out and say it. Soon... very soon, they would be needing a new guild leader for Mingos.
Post by Willoughby Tavers on Dec 10, 2013 20:22:56 GMT
Will shook his head as the man joked about whether his customers could pay or not. Money had always been issue in the Hovel, but he normally let payment slide if he received something in return. He wasn't the kind of guy who took things from those who needed it. He always found a way to manage. I'll probably have to change that philosophy if I get into this guild. I won't have the luxury to be as kind and forgiving as I used to. I'll have to be a shrewd businessman and mechanic. That is if I get in though. The man shoved the flyer back towards him, which Tavers grabbed from him and returned to his pocket. He spoke again...
"Very well...you're hired!"
Willoughby smiled as the short man accepted him into the fold. He was now a Mingo's Merchanic. Happiness engulfed him as he looked at his new employer. He wanted to reach out and embrace the man before him, but Will had a feeling that would not be professional or becoming of his new position in life. He was a part of Mingo's Merchanics after all. He clasped his hands together and sighed, "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down," he managed to say, a huge smile still plastered on his face. He couldn't help, but to wonder what the future would hold for him at this fine establishment.
Post by Tourin "termite" Might on Dec 10, 2013 22:00:14 GMT
Tourin eyed the boy for a moment, weighing his declaration, then gave him a hearty pat on the back. "I'm glad to hear it kid, glad to hear it. Now!" He rubbed his hands together. "You can't rightfully be a member of Mingo's without your own storefront so lad, which will it be? This here beauty behind us, ground level, easy access to patrons, storefront window for show and tell? Or; will it be the loft? A second story vacancy with a fabulous view East great for catching the sunrise?"
Post by Willoughby Tavers on Dec 11, 2013 18:07:24 GMT
The short man slapped him on the back and Will let out a small chuckle. His bliss refusing to die down. Willoughby couldn't help but to think of the opportunities available to him now. He couldn't help but to think of the wealth he would soon accumulate. He had never been a greedy man, but he couldn't deny how enticing the thought of having nice things were. No longer would he live in filth. Now, he would live in style. It would be a whole new world for him. A world he would cherish.
The man told Will he needed to choose a shop. A part of him wanted to take the loft. He wanted to see the sunshine, but that was not wisest decision. He was out to make a living and having a view, would not give him the monetary rewards he desired. He ran a hand through his wild red hair, knowing what his choice should be, "I'll take the ground level one."
Post by Tourin "termite" Might on Dec 13, 2013 0:30:42 GMT
Tourin rummaged around in his coat pockets for the proper key, knowing it was in there somewhere. "Aha!" he shouted when he finally found it, and he held it out boldly to the younger man. "She's all yours then." He passed on the Victorian silver key. "Go 'head and get started moving in as you see fit, and I'll be around in a few days to check on your setup, just to make sure she lives up to the Mingo's name. Meanwhile, I'll be down that'a way if you need me." He pointed down the road to where the vacancy loft was located and picked up his wooden crate to stand on, carrying it off with him. He had another space to fill and hoped to get another applicant in to fill it.