(2016-04-14) A Day in the Life
A Day in the Life
Summary: After the morning begun with "Shrinking Heads," Monica spends most of her day in the machine shop working on stuff. Thrills, chills, non-stop excitement. Or not.
Date: 2016.04.14
Related: None

<FS3> Monica rolls Mechanic: Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Mechanic: Good Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Mechanic: Success.

Mon is tinkering in the machine shop. She's got the shaper put back together, and gotten a gas engine off a toy motorcycle to power it hooked up and running, with its exhaust piped safely out of the building with some pipe and garden hose.

<FS3> Monica rolls Welding: Good Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Welding: Good Success.

She's also managed to cut the shaft out of her pair of train wheels. She hoists one wheel up into the shaper, clamps it down, and sets the machine to work, slowly carving the front side of the wheel smooth, maybe half a millimeter at a time, on a tool no more than two millimeters wide, against a wheel thirty-six inches across It takes time. Lots and lots of time, but the machine has plenty of power, and cutting slowly means the tool won't overheat. Mustn't overheat the tools. She can't replace them yet. So while the shaper is carving away, Mon sets to work on the lathe, or more precisely the rototiller engine she selected to power it.

<FS3> Monica rolls Mechanic: Failure.

Monica checks on the train wheel/soon to be millstone. Everything's proceeding apace. Back at the lathe, she slowly takes the engine to pieces. When she gets the cylinder head off, the reason it won't start becomes evident. "This thing's dropped a valve. It'll never run like this. Why the hell didn't you people throw this thing away? Or scrap it. Or something." She sighs and hauls the wrecked engine out of the shop, and looks around for a place to start a scrap heap. Then heads south on Texas Street toward Wall Street in search of another engine.

146 Wall St Stratford
Thu Apr 14, 2016 — Thu Apr 14 19:51:54 2016

A simple, brick, three bedroom ranch house, circa 1950ish. Once through the front door the living room immediatly greets you with it's more 1990s inspired furnishings, electronics and decor. Above the cold fireplace is a family portrait and more framed pictures dot the mantel.
Further on is an eat in kitchen, a few dishes still in the sink, along with a pool of stagnant water causing the stainless steel to rust. The table has moldy, dried up remnants of someone's last meal.
Down a hallway are three bedrooms, two clearly belonging to either a young child and a teen, the other clearly for an adult or pair of adults. Only one bathroom, typical for this age of house.

From the outside it can be noticed that there were once solar panels on the roof and in the backyard is a small wooden playscape with a couple of swings.

<FS3> Monica rolls Search: Great Success.

Monica blinks. "Well shit," she says as she ducks into the garage of the house on wall street. There, tied to what looks like a home-made saw mill, with brackets for floor use and belt drive already attached, is a perfectly nice horizontal gas engine. Mon checks the fuel tank and cranks it. It starts right up.
<Scavenge> Monica searches and finds:
4 Cake Mix
1 Book-Fiction-Spanish
2 Pairs of Sneakers

Monica also finds some sneakers, a Spanish romance novel… she flips through it to look for the good scenes, and whistles. "Yeah… I could work on my Spanish…" Then she finds a box of cake mix pouches. "Complete cake mix, add milk and eggs." She smiles. "We have those." She scrounges up a garbage bag, dumping the garbage on the floor, and packs everything but the engine in it. Once the engine is cool and disconnected, she laboriously drags it out of the garage, intending to haul it along the road back to the machine shop.

<FS3> Monica rolls Body: Failure.

She can't do it. It's simply too heavy to move more than a few feet. "Ow." She looks around for something to help move it.

<Scavenge> Monica attempts to search here but fails to find anything.
<Scavenge> Monica searches and finds:
2 Hurricane Oil Lamps
1 Tuxedo
5 Bags of Dried Beans
2 Jars Peanut Butter

Monica digs around. What she'd really like is a dolly, but she does find a couple oil lamps, some dried beans, and peanut butter. Also, a tuxedo. She looks the tux over. "Mon, you wear too many men's clothes already. Give it to Gabriel or Terry or Quinton." She looks at the size of the garment. "Maybe Bob. Hell, I don't know."
<Scavenge> Monica searches and finds:
1 Cans of Fruit
2 Slacks

Monica adds fruit and slacks to her treasure bag, and sits on the engine, a little frustrated. "Maybe a floor jack. If it's got wheels…" She heads back to the garage.

<FS3> Monica rolls Search: Success.

Monica finds a floor jack. They're common items in garages. She wheels that back down to wall street. When she gets there, the engine's legs are just a little too short to get the floor jack under the engine. Mon tries to rock the engine over onto one side to make room.
<FS3> Monica rolls Body: Failure.

Monica can't lift it. She says, "Who knew? In the 70s they made gas engines out of neutronium." She sits on the engine looks around, grumbles and heads back to the shop to look for a crowbar.

<FS3> Monica rolls Search: Good Success.

Monica finds a large pry-bar that will do. She heads back to the house on wall street with the floor jack still in tow, pries upward on one side of the engine, and shoves the jack under it. A little scootching and lifting, and the engine is finally clear of the ground. It's a long haul back to the shop with tiny wheels and a precariously balanced engine.

Monica gets the engine back to the shop. She checks on the shaper's progress, checks the cutter, and sets it up for the next pass. "Eleven and a half mils to go," she mutters, and digs into her canteen, sitting on the floor, exhausted.

Monica sits half an hour or so before she gets up and gets busy wrestling the engine into place. Here at the shop, she has an engine hoist to lift it, which is, she reflects, what she should have used in the first place. No matter, it does the job.

<FS3> Monica rolls Mechanic: Good Success.

Monica gets the engine hooked up to the lathe without further ado.

<FS3> Monica rolls Mechanic: Good Success.

She also gets the exhaust plumbing done.

Monica starts the engine up, and clutches the lathe in on its lowest gear.

<FS3> Monica rolls Machinist: Good Success.

The lathe spins up merrily. Mon spends the rest of the day watching the shaper do its job and adjusting the lathe. They're fussy beasts.

When she's done, she has a working lathe, a rather worn but still serviceable tool on the shaper, and a railroad wheel machined flat and smooth on one side. "Thought about how you're going to put teeth on this thing, Mon?" she asks herself. "No. Not yet. Probably a die grinder or something. Or a cold chisel. Eh, screw it." She leaves the wheel in the shaper, resolving to cut the grooves it needs tomorrow.

Monica shuts down all the gas engines and goes home as the light begins to fail.

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