Six Degrees of Freedom

"What's a Newtype?"

Seth is obviously confused at the strange term.

Silas stares at him. "A Newtype is something from fiction in my world. From a series called Mobile Suit Gundam, enough time in space has forced people to change granting them ESP like abilities," he answers "They don't exist in reality. Not mine anyway and psychic powers are a pipe dream. We got Cybernetic Implants and Power armor but nothing like that."

"Oh. Well, things like that are rare where I come from, but small time people like me, who can only work on a small scale, yeah, we're left alone."

He lifts a few loose rocks, but only manages to make a nearby, thin branch of a tree shudder a bit.

Jake just blankly stared at Adrian for fifteen long seconds, raising an eyebrow.

"... The fuck's a hipster?" He finally asked.

Silas eyes him, "I am guessing it takes decades of practice."

"Not...really, come to think of it. It's just a constant level of skill. You can't really improve."

He drops the rocks and everything else.

"Not like I do much apart from mechanic work with it anyways."

Emily has been blowing on her food in an effort to make it cool faster, and after poking at it to ascertain its temperature, she deemed it the perfect temperature, and began eating with gusto.

Alex walks into the restaurant and says sorry guys i wasnt here earlier i was working on my ship as he sits down on a chair

Marcia is quietly listening to Silas and Seth talk about Psychics. She was about to mention that there is a Psychic caste on her world, but decides to not mention it because it is rude to interrupt a good conversation.

"We have accomplished quite a bit with cybernetics and Exoskeletons. I got sub dermal implants to help me control my exoskeleton and Jet Pack," Silas explains "This frees up my hands for a lot more."

Outside The Store

The man handed the drill over to Seth. It seemed as though the thing was merely a regular old power tool - as he had said, the drill bit had been ground down so hard that it would need a set of tweezers to remove from the chuck.

Telekinesis was a godsend, indeed. It didn't seem like there were any problems with the drill itself. Perhaps this man was putting it into far more strenuous situations than it was designed for.

Or maybe the issue was internal.

The Restauraunt

Adrian blinked. It took him a moment to remember that Jake was from a time period that far preceded his.

"It's... it's basically this person that follows the latest trends, especially those outside of the mainstream, specifically because they're the latest or outside the mainstream."

He looked at... what was his name again? Alex? Yeah.

He looked at Alex as he slid into a chair, apparently having been working on his ship. He quietly picked up a pelmeni dumpling with his fork and guided it into his mouth, chasing it down with a shot of the vodka he'd ordered.

What is etiquette? he idly thought.

"Hmm...let's see here."

He fixed the bit easily enough.

"Now, let's just do an internal check."

He closed his eyes, "feeling" around the inside of the drill to see if there were any problems.

Marcia watches Seth fix the drill. She keeps quiet because this is a meticulous process. She does not want Seth to screw up and break the drill by accident.

Kirby hopped onto a table and sat down on it - he was too short to use the hooman chairs. He tilted his head quizically at Gilgamesh.

"Why Kirby not allowed wine, poyo? You said it delicious!" He asked.

Outside the Store

As it turned out, the drill did have a slight... issue. It seemed that the head was prone to "jamming" - potentially because too much pressure was being applied to its front head. It seemed to be an above-quality drill everywhere but the head, where too much work would cause it to jam or go out of alignment until it was stopped and fixed.

"Ah, there's your problem. The drill head is not quite so stable. It's a good drill, but the head's going to jam every so now and then. Just WHAT exactly are you using this for?"

Opening his eyes again, he examined the bit to make sure it was correctly in place again.

Outside the Store

"I... work with a repo company. Sometimes people lock their doors to keep us from getting in. We warn 'em, then bust out the drill and start working through the locks."

"... Shit man, you made it sound horrible." Jake said as he took a sip of his drink, absentmindedly glancing outside.

"So, uh, where were we besides the food and hipsters talk?"

Despite only meeting the man for a few minutes, Marcia sympathized with the man and nods. What kind of people would be selfish enough to keep a man from doing his job by locking their doors?

"T-that um sounds like a uh r-rough job if they h-have to do that..."

Seth nodded his head knowingly.

"That right there is the problem. Drill like this isn't made to take a force like that. Sadly, I can't help with it then, since I know nothing about busting through locks."

"I know a bit or two. Get locked out of my own ships. It's even in my basic training for Space Engineering."

Silas shrugs as if it's no big deal.

The Restauraunt

Adrian shrugged. "I don't hold any real malice towards them. Some of them get pretty pretentious, but hey, if that's what you like, more power to you. It's just fun to shit on people sometimes, y'know?"

Returning to the previous part of the conversation, he stuffed another dumpling into his gob. "Uh... something about my job being dangerous?"

Outside the Store

The man merely took the drill. "Alright. Well, you tried. Thanks for the help, I'm not sure they would have recommended anything but a replacement."

"True enough," Silas noted. He turned back to his associates, "Now that we are stocked up. Shall we upgrade Marcia's ship?"

"S-sure! Sounds um like a plan..."

Marcia perked up. She imagined the new parts on the Harrliard. She thought they were the greatest thing since refrigeration became accessible to the common castes.

"Well, majority vote wins. Let's get started. But..."

He could feel his stomach gnawing at him.

"We should probably get something to eat first."