<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/IvK1CFm.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Anthony 'Tony' Vales<br/><strong>Location</strong>Tony's Tinkering's upstairs rooms<br/><strong>Time/Date</strong>12th Ovrarian, 9 o'clock<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Open<br/><strong>Extra</strong><br/><br/>"Thanks for the advice," Tony quipped to the radio, yawning as he started getting up. 9 o'clock. Nit the earliest he'd been up, but he'd stayed late to fix up another load of hoverpads he'd gotten delivered the precious day. Not the most exciting work, but this load would be keeping the place running for a few extra days, at the very least. That and, as he'd explored the depths of of particularly recalcitrant pad, he'd come up with an idea for an improved design that might well boost the efficiency by... well, he wasn't sure. It was still an idea, after all. It would need some exploration before he could tell if there was anything concrete behind it. But for now, it was well past time to open shop. After a quick morning routine, he picked up the radio, carrying it downstairs for company. There were advantages in living above his shop. Not the least that there were no upstairs neighbours to complain about the noise. On the way, he flipped a lever that would unlock the front door, turn on the open sign and make various machinery that were essential to his daily work come to life.<br/><br/>