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[stonethrow]

Who: gustave et al
Where: panorama for the most part
When: arrival & month of june
What: tdm continuations & catch-all

Warnings: spoilers for clair obscur noted on subject lines

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[oomfies]

[ Compressor? Is that engineer talk for cold air? All she can do is nod and listen, happy that despite her confusion she can still piece the important bits together (he can fix her car). She tucks the manual behind her — absolutely going to pretend like she never even brought it out because of that smile — when she's prompted to look at..

..Things.

She blinks up at him, then back at the.. Gizmos and gadgets that all make her car run, stuff that kind of blurs together in her mind as TECHNOLOGY. Mhm, is the noise she makes, as if she is following along and knows what a reciprocating processor looks like. The only real sign of her checking back into the conversation is when he mentions hands and take a while and she perks up immediately. ]

Um, yes, yeah. Of course!

[ Take your time, goes unsaid. ]

You know, cool to see [ She successfully stops herself from saying compressors unironically. She still cringes at the thought. ] AC is a constant throughout the universe. [ A beat. ] Also, do you want like a rag or something?

[stonethrow]

( oh, gustave can definitely tell that she isn't following along with what he's saying at all, but he can't really judge her too harshly. not everyone is talented in mechanics the way he is, in the same way that he isn't very good at speaking in front of others. )

That would be nice, yes. Maybe a water bottle, if you have one?

( for general use...

well, now that he has her okay, gustave takes off his backpack and puts it down on the ground, kneeling to look around for tools. )

My name's Gustave, by the way.

[oomfies]

[ Definitely not. She's not even paying complete attention to what else he's asking for, too busy staring down at his mechanical arm now that he's otherwise preoccupied by his bag. It looks kinda cool.. Pretty, even in this god awful sun, if she squints.

Her spine goes straight at his introduction, though, Lottie deciding she should stop snooping and be a good host. ]

So good to meet you, Gustave! Seriously.

[ Her car is ridiculously roomy, which means she's stored (read: hoarded) a lot of trinkets in the back. Rags from her job(s) are included. Lukewarm water bottles are also included, both of which she hands his way after she's finished making a trip to the back. ]

Okay, so. I'm just curious— where exactly did you see my flyer?

[stonethrow]

( gustave is reminded of when people in lumière would be so happy that he showed up to help fix some broken piece of equipment or another. there was a sense of community, and they knew who to ask help from, so the enthusiasm is a little more toned down than lottie's own.

by the time she comes back around with the rags and water, he's already wrist-deep with a screwdriver or some other tool, tinkering away at the engine. he pulls out a cap, in time to receive what she's procured for him—setting them aside for now. )

Oh, ehm... ( quietly, he thinks about this. ) The motel's lobby, I think. There was a bulletin board.

( and he had just happened to glance up to see it.

he returns to tinkering away. )

This might be a temporary solution, by the way. Depending on the state of the compressor, you might have to get a newer one. ( he glances up her way, sideways, with a bit of a grin. ) We'll see about that, though. Don't worry too much.

[oomfies]

[ The motel.. She's going to have to remember that for the next time she needs something — there's better luck there than the theater, that's for sure. She only mulls over that for a little bit, pulled away abruptly from the thought when he mentions TEMPORARY and SPENDING MONEY SHE DEFINITELY DOESN'T HAVE.

The pout she wears, in the end, is a perfect juxtaposition to the grin he sends her way. That is—..

Her hands shift to the pockets of her jeans, something like vague recognition hitting her after he's done the thing. That cheeky little side smirk. She can't put her finger on it but she isn't too distracted by it (yet), because she still has to answer!! Be present and not stare at his face. ]

..I'm gonna hold you to that! Seriously. The last thing I need right now is to be stressed.. Or hot. Maybe both!

*is revived* lmao

[stonethrow]

Well, let's avoid both of those things, hm?

( the staring doesn't affect gustave too much, especially when it's people he isn't too familiar with. at this time, his focus is mostly on the car, on the engine, and the compressor that needs a little bit of help before it works again, even. if it's at less of 50% of its capacity. he notes the panic easily enough, though, figuring that this isn't an. area that this young lady is quite familiar with—that of mechanics.

genuinely, he's not worried, but he can see how someone inexperienced would be.

once he is done, he straightens up and looks up, putting his tools away. )

Do you want to try turning it on now? It should work.

( if he's right—

he mentions, as she walks over to turn the vehicle on to try the air conditioning, )

I'm going to the Scrapyard in two days time. I could try and find you the parts you'll need to have replaced.

[oomfies]

[ The only mechanics Lottie knows of were (are?) the hot ones posing greased up in front of cars for clout. It's why she kind of knows the concept of how to change a tire. Or which side the gas tank is on.

It's the same side as the drivers seat, the one she hops up and bounces on before grabbing her keys to start the vehicle. It bursts to life, sounding aged but functional. To her, it just sounds like a car. One with.. Working AC— it kisses her cheeks and temple (when she lifts her frizzy bangs up). Wow, this is awesome! How can one guy be so handy? ]

What, really?? No way.. That's so cool of you.

[ Obviously, she is going to say yes!! Which, now that she has access to cold air on a hot day— she gestures for him to join her on her passenger side, and shut the door behind him. ]

C'mon! It's way better in here than out there.

[stonethrow]

( well, there's certainly more that he wants to give a look to under the hood, but figures that he can indulge the once-distressed young lady and join her in partaking the enjoyment of cold air. he will continue in a bit.

gustave doesn't close the hood of the vehicle, instead going around and up to the passenger seat.

ah, it is significantly cooler. )

Is this temperature to your liking?

( if that's all good, then— )

[oomfies]

Freezing!

[ By that she means: very much to her liking. Perfect to feel cold in and perfect to wear layers in. Especially sit in, because she certainly won't be leaving the car any time soon now that a comfier alternative to the heat is before her (sorry, Gustave). ]

You really know your stuff. Thank you, seriously!