Roland
*The weather was overcast today, and it threatened to rain a moderate amount over the area. The light of the sun barely penetrated the clouds, creating this grey light that shone over the city, creating this drab and dismal mood to the place. It wasn't too long before rush hour, so Fugly Bobs wasn't too busy. Perfect for the occasion.*

*Martha walked in after crossing the street. She didn't bother wearing anything to cover her identity, she doubted she'd get noticed for her crimes amongst civilians. Especially since she wasn't recognized as a cape threat, to her knowledge of course. She ran her hand through her hair and pulled down on her jacket. Making sure it wasn't scrunching too hard, and doing the same for her sweatpants and math-formula designed shirt.* "I'll have a vanilla milkshake and onion rings please. Uh.. And I'll also have a chocolate brownie please. Thank you." *She paid in cash before leaving the counter with her receipt, sitting in the far corner of the restaurant while she waited for her food.*

*In the meantime, she sat and started to toy with the vibrant blue wire coiled around her wrist. It seemed to obey her commands without her doing much more than make small flicks of the wrist and minor finger movements.*
Karen
The woman who entered the fugly bob was not the intimidating or mad looking woman that one would associate with her username. No creepy crawly eyes or even a dark suit. No, no boogey man comes to fugly bobs today. The woman who entered looked.. Strangely normal? She dressed in a crop top that didn't fit her tall, gangly, frame and a nice, if awkward, pair of jeans. Rain dripped off her as she walked to the counter with a friendly smile. Eyes seeming to pick the cashier apart as she spoke with a pitchy, higher ranged voice.

"Portobello burger, dirty fries, and a coke. I'll be sitting with a friend."

She passed a wad of a cash across the counter and gave a polite bob of her head as she took the change, walking towards Martha. She slid off her raincoat, sliding it into the booth before sitting across from the other tinker. She spoke at a level tone, not bothering to whisper. People generally don't listen if you don't act suspicious or talk too loud. She put a big, fake smile.

"How are you doing? My name is Max."
Roland
*She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, so when Max had made themselves known and spoke she was startled to say the least. Martha immediately redrew the wire and coiled it around her wrist before pulling her sleeve over to cover it. She took a second to inspect her attire and looks. Was this the right person? The handle "Underyourskin" Made her assume there would be an aspect of body horror going on, but that wasn't what she was witnessing at the moment. She took some more time to inspect them, leaving an awkward silence that filled the air before she cut it with her words.*

"Hey. I'm Martha, I'm doing fine. Nervous." *She twiddled with her dumbs and kind of stared blankly at the space next to Max. It was evident that she wasn't adept at socializing with others, but she had to make an effort and mentally go through a check-list she assembled for situations like this. Her intelligence didn't benefit her in situations like these.* "How are you?" 

*She continued after a few seconds of pause, remembering that it was common courtesy to reflect the question when it was asked. She moved her gaze to be directly on Max, making an uncomfortable eye contact for her. While waiting for a response, she mentally recalled the entire interaction so far.. Finding it a bit strange that there seemed to be a forgoing of one of the unwritten rules. But then again, she couldn't be absolutely sure this was "Underyourskin", it could've been a random fellow who was looking to do something malicious to a stranger. Her back was postured perfectly straight and her legs didn't make any motion, she wasn't good at hiding her inner thoughts.*
Karen
Max leaned back in her booth seat and seemed rather distracted. They itched at their sleeve and a look of disgust as they did so rolled over her face but was quickly replaced by the smile once more in a flash. She laughed, a rolling giggle of a laugh, and shook off the awkwardness. Despite how light her laugh was, there was a bit of a mocking tone to it. She looked off towards the counter again as she spoke

"I am not doing awful. You are the one who wanted to meet, right? That bracelet looked tinkertech." Max was perceptive when it came to people. Not to emotions, of course, but the physical side of people. They reached a hand out and pressed it to the table as they continued to speak. "I apologize if you were expecting something different. Usually I have my labcoat but it didn't feel right to wear it to a Fugly bobs- I don't really eat here often anyway."

As she rambled, she pressed harder on the table and her hand... Folded. At every joint it rolled and folded back with a disgusting flexibility. Unnaturally so, as even her elbow joint inverted until the arm look to be broken. She pulled away and pushed her arm back into place as if it was no big deal. "I haven't improved my form much, I've been short on parts."
Roland
"Yeah it is tinkertech. But it's not a bracelet that's just the form I keep it in." *She got her other hand and revealed the wire on her wrist. Using her hand as assistance she began to unravel some of the wire, revealing just how thin and sharp it was in addition to its blue glow.* "Don't apologize, I get it completely." 

*Martha let her hand assisting the wire move to the side as she gave it the mental command to return to her. Instantly wrapping itself around her in time less than seconds, she paid attention to Max immediately after. What was it that they were doing? What the- EW!* 

"Oh.. So that's what you do. Disgusting, if I'm being honest." *Martha had never seen a body contort and bend like that. She had seen someone's exposed bone in person, their bleeding flesh and leaking blood, but never something like that.*

`"A portobello with dirty fries and a coke, and onion rings, 1 apple pie and a vanilla milkshake. Enjoy!"` *A lady dressed in the Fugly Bobs uniform came after Max's grotesque display and placed their orders before them, leaving their presence after. Martha wasted no time in picking an onion ring and scarfing it down, it wasn't the best but it was better than the microwave dinners she was used to.* 

"So, what is it you're trying to work on? I figured it may have been a super important project that is your life's work but.. I'm not the most knowledgeable on tinker capes."
Karen
She laughed again, flexing her fingers. She gave a polite smile and thanked the employee. Snatching the burger up and taking a bite into it, she paid attention to Martha. The mess of fast food dividing her attention only partially. That's a lot of food on their plate. 

"You never see that kind of thing before? It's a piece of technology that I've made to set up for later advancements." She waved her hand as she grabbed a fry and then shoved it into her mouth. She wiped her mouth with a napkin as she continued "I work in flesh, you see. Surgical alterations." They hummed as they ate another handful of fries. Calmly leveling their gaze at the other tinker questioningly. 

"Life's work? Maybe if you count my study of medicine but no. I'm working on improving the human body beyond it's limits. Making it perfect." They shook their head as they scratched at their arm. "The group, however, is a measure of safety. Tinkers are highly desired for our creations- combined with collaboration allowing us to make better and new designs." She threw out the pitch off handed, like it wasn't important.
Roland
*Martha listened intently while snacking on her onion rings. She took the straw inside the cup of her milkshake and stirred it simultaneously with those actions, and she made sure to maintain a comfortable level of eye contact throughout. She also used to work in the medical field, kind of. Her job was to make smart stitches, and the more medicinal parts were left to her coworkers when they were alive. She twitched in a way that made it obvious she was paying even more attention when a group was mentioned.* 

"I'm in." *Martha was sold immediately when she heard that it was a safety measure. Although Max most likely meant a measure of safety of their creations, she figured that by extension it would also apply to their creators. Martha needed protection, she was a wanted criminal after all.* 

"I could use protection.. And some companionship, to be honest. But I do have to say, this is the only thing I can really make, nothing else." *She motioned her hand up to bring attention to her wire.* "It's a length of wire composed of nanobots that I have complete mental control over."
Karen
She ate her burger quietly for the moment. Her look was contemplative for a moment as she was lost in her own thoughts. Her skin crawled as she stumbled through thoughts of her tinker creations and what she could do. She slowly nodded her head after a minute of her thinking. She snapped out of her fugue. She looked back to Martha as the thoughts of the group cleared up.

"Alright. I'll inform the others of you and they can decide what they think but you'll fit in fine." She grabbed a handful of her fries and ate them. "As long as you are willing to work with us, you'll do great. Tinkers work best in a collection anyway."

She shrugged at the mention of the wire. "You'll just have to find out what you can do with that. My field is much broader than some, given what I do." She gestured to her arm and the weird joints. "But tinker specs rarely are one sided. We'll see what we can do."
Roland
*Martha nodded at the mention of telling the others. She wasn't sure who the others could be, she wasn't well researched about these people before doing this. It was a leap of faith she was taking, and it explained why her nerves seemed to be on edge. She nodded once again in response to the mention of tinkers and collections, she wasn't aware that tinkers could collaborate like that. She always thought tinkertech was for one person's use only.. But than again she was only a tinker for maybe a few weeks.* 

"Yeah, sounds like a plan. I've been thinking of some ideas for it, but I haven't been able to do work on any of them. One is my main ideas was to exploit its tendency to overheat and lean into that, making it much hotter and more lethal to touch." 

*She went on to explain, not realizing until after her latest sentence that she was going on and on about something she wasn't asked to do. It was visible in her body language that she caught herself and didn't allow herself to elaborate any more.* 

"Right, you know how to contact me." *She continued eating her onion rings until they were finished. Moving on to finish her apple pie as well.*