[ The door to Cisco's workshop is always open, if he's there and not working on anything particularly volatile or dangerous. He gets a lot of drop-ins: people who are new and don't come from worlds with comparable technology to the Quarantine, people from the fire or police departments or Guard whose tech is malfunctioning, or who need their body armor adjusted, etc. He's never really been someone who minds interruption; he's all about making himself, and his knowledge, and the stuff he builds, accessible to whoever might be in need.
But today, though the door is open, he's got a big pair of headphones on, and he is absolutely jamming to some music as he works. He's making adjustments on some bit of code or another, which means his hands are flying across a keyboard, eyes locked to the computer screen as he powers through. It isn't until he looks up that Cisco even notices John standing there - and he does so with an unmistakable start. Not too bad of a shock, but enough to get his heart pounding.
He pulls the headphones off, not recognizing the guy, but John's introduction solves that bit of confusion. Cisco had only spoken to him by text, but he remembers that conversation. He'd talked to a lot of folks, that night, but John had been particularly memorable. ]
Hi! Yes, John, of course! Sorry, I hope you weren't standing there for ages. I was kinda in the zone, you know.
[ He smiles, friendly and a little apologetic. Cisco holds up one finger, a gesture to wait, and quickly saves his progress and shuts the computer down. He's about 80% that John is legit, and on the level, and just dropping by to check the place out, but it doesn't hurt to be careful. Cisco's very much a better safe than sorry kind of guy. ]
Yeah, absolutely! This is pretty much it, though.
[ Cisco gestures around him; the entire operation is contained in a single, very large room. There are long tables full of schematics, tools that need to be put away, half-built bits of tech, a few of laptops. The walls are lined with shelves and cabinets, full of even more schematics and sketches, with tech that he's built, with neatly-organized tubs full of components and raw materials. There are also sewing supplies, and some body armor full of pins that Cisco is clearly in the middle of adjusting. It is also clear, from the couch, mini-fridge, and overworked coffee pot off in one corner, that Cisco sometimes pulls very long hours in here.
All in all, the space is functional, but clearly everything is arranged for efficiency, rather than to look very impressive to a visitor. Recognizing that, Cisco explains: ]
Not a lot to look at, I know. Technically, I'm an independent contractor, I mean, this is kinda where I do my thing, no matter whose project I'm working on at the moment. Anybody who needs somethin' designed or built or researched can come to me.
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But today, though the door is open, he's got a big pair of headphones on, and he is absolutely jamming to some music as he works. He's making adjustments on some bit of code or another, which means his hands are flying across a keyboard, eyes locked to the computer screen as he powers through. It isn't until he looks up that Cisco even notices John standing there - and he does so with an unmistakable start. Not too bad of a shock, but enough to get his heart pounding.
He pulls the headphones off, not recognizing the guy, but John's introduction solves that bit of confusion. Cisco had only spoken to him by text, but he remembers that conversation. He'd talked to a lot of folks, that night, but John had been particularly memorable. ]
Hi! Yes, John, of course! Sorry, I hope you weren't standing there for ages. I was kinda in the zone, you know.
[ He smiles, friendly and a little apologetic. Cisco holds up one finger, a gesture to wait, and quickly saves his progress and shuts the computer down. He's about 80% that John is legit, and on the level, and just dropping by to check the place out, but it doesn't hurt to be careful. Cisco's very much a better safe than sorry kind of guy. ]
Yeah, absolutely! This is pretty much it, though.
[ Cisco gestures around him; the entire operation is contained in a single, very large room. There are long tables full of schematics, tools that need to be put away, half-built bits of tech, a few of laptops. The walls are lined with shelves and cabinets, full of even more schematics and sketches, with tech that he's built, with neatly-organized tubs full of components and raw materials. There are also sewing supplies, and some body armor full of pins that Cisco is clearly in the middle of adjusting. It is also clear, from the couch, mini-fridge, and overworked coffee pot off in one corner, that Cisco sometimes pulls very long hours in here.
All in all, the space is functional, but clearly everything is arranged for efficiency, rather than to look very impressive to a visitor. Recognizing that, Cisco explains: ]
Not a lot to look at, I know. Technically, I'm an independent contractor, I mean, this is kinda where I do my thing, no matter whose project I'm working on at the moment. Anybody who needs somethin' designed or built or researched can come to me.