Anuncio #2 [Open Log]

[la_pesado]

WHO: Lopez, his coworkers, and anyone in Nova City who needs something fixed.
WHAT: Lopez at his job at "Sunfire Repair Shop"
WHEN: February 3rd
WHERE: Throughout Sunfire Repair Shop
WARNINGS: Unintelligible and Snarky Spanish Robot

[A]

[Anyone coming into the Sunfire Repair Shop today is going to be met by a new face, er, visor that is. Lopez, the newest employee of the shop, is currently stocking some shelves with things like motor oil and headlight fluid, taking advantage of his height (about six feet) to reach the higher shelves with ease.

Considering any type of uniform would be an issue for Lopez, who is permanently built into his armor, he's simply wearing an electronic name tag with the words "Hello, my name is: Lopez" inscribed on it. Anyone seeking help or guidance should feel free to stop by and ask him.]


[B]

[Admittedly Lopez wasn't exactly the type who needed a break: unlike humans he didn't need nearly as much rest time, taking longer to actually start running out of energy and need to refuel, and only slept when it was convenient and necessary. He doesn't really have any interests to pass the time either, so he just works to pass the time usually. However, he was still assigned a break, and he did in fact have something to work with currently.

Currently he's sitting at a table in the breakroom near the back, where he's currently messing around with his communicator. To be exact, he's carefully taking it apart and looking at the inside, probably to see if the translation issue was caused by an internal error. It looks a little odd when the device is taken apart, due to the glassy and clear design leaving little to the imagine as to whats inside, though Lopez seems to be seeing the inner functions somehow, since he keeps ranging it close to his visor to get a better look.

Admittedly fumbling with such a small device feels a bit awkward to Lopez, due to the gloves of his suit/body making it sort of hard at times to interact with the device without damaging something important. Sarge had made him largely for the purpose repairing large machines and vehicles much larger than this, allowing for Lopez to be a little rougher. Yet he still knows his fair share about this stuff, having been in charge of repairing nearly anything his team of idiots ended up breaking, including things like radios.]

Comments

[solowingpixy]

[Pixy was sitting in the breakroom at a small table in the corner, flipping through a book he picked up at the library and having a cup of coffee in his hand. If not for the whole 'no drinking on the job' thing, he'd probably have whiskey, but eh, he has to make due with what he has.

He idly glanced up at Lopez a few times then usually went back to his book, but he eventually looked up and raised an eyebrow. The guy seemed to be fumbling with that tiny device quite a bit. It was a little distracting.]

You need a hand over there? Those gloves clearly aren't doin' you any favors.

[la_pesado]

[Lopez isn't really familiar with his coworkers, and he's perfectly fine with that. Seeing as the closest things to friends he's had in his entire existence are idiots and somewhat insane, he's perfectly fine keeping to himself.

He does at least know Pixy by name, or nickname that is. Admittedly Lopez felt it was a bit ridiculous, but he's worked with worse, especially in the case where the 'nickname' turned out to be legitimately a person's name. He doesn't look up in response to his coworker's question, instead just responding emotionlessly while he continues his work.]

No, estoy bien. Soy perfectamente capaz de trabajar con este dispositivo, independientemente de lo incómodo que puede ser.

Pero algo me dice que no entendía nada de eso y sólo se va a tratar de hacer algo de todos modos.

[solowingpixy]

Right...

[Man, Sapinish is a weird language. No wonder Pixy didn't mingle with his coworkers too often, so at least the feeling was mutual with Lopez there. Still, he offered, and even amidst that Sapinish gibberish, he could assume that Lopez was content working on his own going by the fact he didn't even look at him. Pixy shrugs and glances back down at his book.]

If you change your mind and you're willing to speak Osean, offer's open 'till my break's up.

[la_pesado]

[Lopez ignores him as he slowly lowers the dismantled piece to begin putting things back together.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem like the device's issues were coming from its internal hardware or circuitry. Rather, it was more than likely a glitch in the translation system itself....AKA, reality has continued using Lopez as its chew toy.

Slowly placing everything back into its proper place, Lopez's hand sweeps across the table, searching for the last, and very transparent, piece: The Screen. He seems to be having a hard time finding it, even though he has a really good memory bank-

Suddenly, one can hear the quiet sound of something glass-like clattering to the ground, followed by a single word.]

Merde.

[solowingpixy]

[Oh, there's a word he recognizes. He may not be fluent in the language, but he's been around enough pilots to know more than a few vulgar words in other languages. Mercenaries were the classiest of people.

He glances back up, his eyes instantly catching the glint of the glass on the floor. He has half a mind to just point it out to him and leave it at that, but even Pixy feels like being a good samaritan once in a while. Plus the guy's delicately holding a small device that could probably come apart in several pieces again at the slightest wrong motion. Sure, Pixy doubts it since if Lopez is working here of all places, he knows what he's doing, but hey. Mistakes happen.

Setting his coffee on the table, he gets up and walks over, plucking the glass off the floor carefully by the edges. He at least won't be that douchebag that would intentionally smear the glass while picking it up and handing it back over.]

Like I said, the gloves aren't doin' you any favors.

[la_pesado]

[Lopez takes the screen, and, finally looking at Pixy's face for once, nods. Its not one of the nods of simple acknowledgement he had been giving for the last few weeks, however: This one is a small thank you in motion.]

Gracias.

[Lopez snaps the piece back into place, proceeding to check if it was stable, and then placed his communicator down on the table., before looking back at Pixy.]

¿Qué diablos es Osean?

[solowingpixy]

[Hey, something else he actually vaguely understands. Maybe it was a good thing he was around the Espada duo for six months. Funny enough, he realizes, Espada 1's last name was 'Lopez.']

A language you can understand but can't speak apparently.

[He folds his arms and raises an eyebrow.]

You got that big, fancy suit of armor, and it doesn't even have a translator in it? What a cop out.

[la_pesado]

[It seems a little it of that got across to his coworker. Admittedly this is a phenomenon Lopez is unused to: People who know a minuscule amount of Spanish understanding him to some extent. When was the last time that had happened to him?]

Así que es básicamente Inglés excepto con un nombre diferente? ¿Por qué me hacen pensar en alguna fantasía o ciencia ficción de la novela?

[The suit isn't really much of a cop-out either, since it does at least provide some protection and reinforcement. Although he really does wish Sarge hadn't put a upholder in the rear.]

No, es mucho peor. Incluso si yo fuera a quitarse el traje, que es un poco difícil ya que estoy construido en él, todavía no podría hablar con usted.

[Actually, does Pixy even realize Lopez is a robot? Now that he thinks about it, he's never really taken his helmet off for maintenance or refueling around the shop.]

[solowingpixy]

[He's managing to pluck out a few words here and there, but the last thing he is is fluent, so forming and understanding entire sentences was still beyond him.]

Yeah, you're losin' me again. Can't say I'm fluent in Sapinish. Best I've got is Osean and Belkan. Caught somethin' about fantasy novels though.

[Not that does him much good in this case.]

You consider checkin' out that Aster Technologies place? They boast about 'life changing technologies' so maybe they've got something for you over there. I'd say bein' able to talk to people in the same language could be categorized as 'life changing.'

[la_pesado]

Por extraño que parezca que he encontrado que muchas personas me puede entender en cierta medida aquí.

[He has in fact heard about Aster Technologies, though much like Levi's offer to help him get a voice translator, he's still thinking it over.]

Sí. Yo sé de ellos.

[Admittedly Lopez himself could fix the unit now that he has . Yet for some reason he hasn't really bothered to do anything about it.}

[solowingpixy]

If you don't go, I may have to stop by myself. Hard to work with someone if you can't understand 'em.

[He says that only half jokingly. He didn't really intend to go and spend money just to be able to understand one person, but it would make working with him a lot easier if Pixy could at least understand what he was saying. Maybe it would be beneficial incase someone else that arrived had the terrible luck of speaking a foreign language like Lopez.]

It's kind of surprising this doesn't occur more often.

[la_pesado]

Es bastante fácil, en realidad. Mientras yo sólo puede esquivar tener que dar instrucciones o explicar las cosas. Si se va a necesitar algo, entonces me acaba de preguntar. Si desea mantener una conversación, entonces o bien encontrar a alguien más o aprender español.

[Its a bit harsh admittedly, but Lopez's 'tongue; is a lot more loose thanks to the language barrier. Admittedly having some means of better communication would help, but he actually hasn't really worked towards that much.]

Yo trabajo con el mayor grupo de idiotas del universo: me he acostumbrado a ella. En este punto, muchos de ellos han dado ya sea hacia arriba o se han convencido que me puede entender.