Corin Visits LongTech Industries - RPLOG
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Date
13/7/480
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Corin enters the store, wearing a pair of goggles with smoked glass lenses strapped around his forehead, and there's a fair amount of soot on his face, generally in paw-shaped blotches. A small strip of purely clean space surrounds his eyes, and there's a second strip of clean fur on his muzzle, upon which sits his pince-nez. The moment he enters, despite carrying a CLEARLY very heavy sack of something-or-other, he immediately loses his attention amidst the various display models of well crafted thingamabobs and whatchamajigs. Attention span, thy name is most certainly not Corin.
Flora definitely isn't in the store right now, although Corin is quickly greeted by one of the clerks, wearing a big, friendly smile on his face, as he gestures around. "Welcome, sir. Anything in particular you are looking for? A picture taken? A pen? A thermometer? We -do- have some experimental models for furnaces, although we can't guarantee they'll be quite as accurate as our standard models.
"Oh, I'd love to see all o-" he starts, shifting the sack on his back when he straightens up and winces. Apparently SOMETHING in there poked him through about three layers of cloth, "-I mean, I'm here to see miss Flora, I have some parts she requested, is she in?" He hefts the sack gingerly, and further wincing implies that whatever got him is stuck in pretty good.
A small nod, a shake of the head. "She's not in the store, at least. I can send someone to check the Manor, although I can promise nothing. Though, if you have an appointment, I'd recomment the gates, rather than the store," he offers, before gesturing to someone behind the counter with a few signs. Definitely not standard sign-language, must be some LongTech shorthand.
"Anything we can do for you for the time being?"
Corin adjusts the sack on his back again, with some effort separating it from his back and setting it on the ground. Corin rubs his back ruefully, "In the meantime, um... I believe you mentioned furnace thermometers?" he says, his face brightening now that he's not being stabbed in the back, "I'd love to see and possibly price one!"
"Keep in mind, they're still prototypes. They work, but they aren't suited for every forge. Right now, they work best with easy to melt metals... Particularly because you don't want them to melt, themselves," the wolf-lad offers as he guides Corin to the corner where the different thermometers are stalled out.
Corin scratches his head, "Well, that'd certainly do for some of my casting metals, but I primarily deal in uh... Steel. But I'll take a look. I don't always MELT the metal, after all. Shaping is a big part of my job..." he gives the hammer that's almost always jammed through his belt a pat, "It certainly doesn't hurt to take a look."
There are plenty of thermometers on display. Big ones, small ones. Some of them longer, others shorter, and yet others showing a different scale of temperatures alltogether. "Meant for beings, meant for cooking, and meant for metalwork. We are NOT responsible if you go beyond the scale. They will likely stop working, permanently," the wolf offers with a small smile.
Corin peers at one of the smaller ones, and tilts his head to one side inquisitively, "I wonder how hot my forge actually gets. Coke burns pretty hot, after all... Hrm." He straightens up, "I think if you ever managed to get one, it would make things a lot easier. Right now, it's down to colors, feelings, and experience." Corin rubs the back of his head ruefully, "Mangled a lot of metal before I learned the combinations of things. Trial and error is a fickle mistress..."
"That's the Lady's idea, yes. Nothing beats experience, but concrete knowledge of things like these are quite valuable while gaining said experience," the wolf offers with a smile on his lips, before gesturing at the longer ones. "These're probably more your speed. You don't want to stick the most sensitive part of the thermometer directly into the furnace, because it might damage the thermometer. Although, I admit, the Lady can probably advise you better, once she shows up.
"I wouldn't stick anything into a furnace that I don't particularly want to shape. Things can warp and all that," Corin explains, examining the gestured-to devices, and adjusting his spectacles, "Pity I'm not one of those what can stick his hand in a furnace and come out unscathed, but I think that'd make loss of respect for the heat of the forge a bit easier." He gestures to the longer-probed thermometers with a grun, "How much would one of these lovely devices cost me?"
"A couple of crown. They're not exactly cheap to make, and they do count as an investment, no?" the cat offers, as he points at the various pricetags. The smaller ones and less sensitive ones are definitely cheaper, but they're all sold at a relatively high price. "Highest quality on Promise, though."
Corin reaches into the pockets of his tool-belt, and, with some jangling, comes out with a pair of crown. He looks at them ruefully, then at the thermometer, then back at the coins, and, with a slight bit of hesitation, hands them over to the clerk with a sigh, "It's a one-time expense, I suppose..." he mutters to himself, followed by something almost completely inaudible about the old days.
"Ah. Mister Corin. You should know, LongTech offers some discounts to employees," Flora sounds from behind, a flick of the ears. "Care to follow along with Flora, then? Flora believes mister Corin wants to show Flora something?" she offers, as she gestures to a small door behind the counter, leading into the manor-grounds proper.
Corin grabs the sack of parts he put down earlier and hefts it over his shoulder with a grunt, "Right you are, miss Flora." he says with a wide grin that stiffens considerably as he once again stabs himself in the back with something in there.
The walk to the manor is relatively uneventful, with Flora occasionally asking a question or two. It's clear LongTech isn't a small operation, though, once the two are past the front door, and various beings are milling about. "The library is free to use for any beings working for LongTech, so long as they do it on their own time, and notify the guards ahead of time. Flora prefers knowing who's in and who's out."
"There's a small restaurant with reasonable prices, any purchases are taken directly from pay," she offers as she gestures at various rooms, before moving on to the sizable courtyard at the center of the building.
Corin nods lightly, taking in the sights, seeming slightly flabbergasted at the sheer scope of everything here, "It's... Certainly... Impressive, miss Flora..." is all he seems capable of stammering out at the moment, "Way beyond what I thought...." he adds, apparently unthinking as to any negative connotations that statement might have.
"Flora is quite hapy with it, yes," the she-cat offers, tails flicking behind her. "So. Mister Corin has finished with the order?" she offers with a smile on her lips, as she gestures at a small, comfortable-looking alcove in the courtyard, her own personal spot.
