Only doin' good if I'm havin' fun [OPEN]
Characters: Franky and anyone who thinks motorcycles are awesome
Location: The garage
Time: Anytime. Awesome does not sleep.
Content: We're building a bike. Maybe multiple bikes. Also just hangin' out bein' bros. Can you dig it?
Format: Party
Warnings: People pretending to know how machinery works
Weapons were great. Franky loved weapons. The more weapons you had on an invention, the cooler it was. But if you wanted to maximize the overall greatness of something, it had to be able to have a use beyond just destruction, too. In fact, ideally, the explosions would be a helpful addition alongside the main function. Franky had built, taken apart, rebuilt, and scrapped more cannons here than he felt like counting. Variety was important.
He had his own blueprints and ideas for this thing. But half the fun was collaboration. Materials set up and waiting for it in the garage, Franky had to admit he was looking forward to this. It had been far too long since he'd actually gotten to work properly with other gearheads; who knew where this could go?
Location: The garage
Time: Anytime. Awesome does not sleep.
Content: We're building a bike. Maybe multiple bikes. Also just hangin' out bein' bros. Can you dig it?
Format: Party
Warnings: People pretending to know how machinery works
Weapons were great. Franky loved weapons. The more weapons you had on an invention, the cooler it was. But if you wanted to maximize the overall greatness of something, it had to be able to have a use beyond just destruction, too. In fact, ideally, the explosions would be a helpful addition alongside the main function. Franky had built, taken apart, rebuilt, and scrapped more cannons here than he felt like counting. Variety was important.
He had his own blueprints and ideas for this thing. But half the fun was collaboration. Materials set up and waiting for it in the garage, Franky had to admit he was looking forward to this. It had been far too long since he'd actually gotten to work properly with other gearheads; who knew where this could go?