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[apocalypticduality]

After the word had gotten back to him that Tavros had given Gamzee the OK to come and build with him, word had been sent out to other contacts that were involved that the project was finally a-go. He'd set up in a garage that would be able to accommodate larger equipment when they built up to that, and there were pieces being moved in, pipes, bars, chains, planks, and every tool they would need to assemble everything into marketable practical and performance-ready frames for whatever scenes they could think of. He had done very extensive research into the aesthetics that people desired, the materials that were used in home rigs and the reviews on pro sets, and had everything on-hand for the day they would start up.

The day that was to happen, Sollux was already in the garage, sorting among the pipes until everything was according to size and material. He already had leather and woodworkers on hand that he'd explained the project to, and they were ready to start manufacturing what he and Gamzee hadn't covered. He was connected to Bro as well, as always valuing his opinion highly when it came to endeavors of the fetish variety.

Sollux stepped outside into the mellow morning sunlight for a smoke around the time that he was expecting Gamzee to arrive and leaned against the outer wall, flicking on a finicky lighter.

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[bothme]

Gamzee had taken the bus, an overlarge bag over his shoulder. For the past week, he'd been spent time at a friend's workplace, taking over the part of their garage to make use of their welder and metalworking tools. What he came up with was a telescoping system that locked firmly into place, and not only supported his weight, but the weight of two others hanging onto it, but managed to collapse into something portable. The chains, ropes, and leather would be easy to slide into place, into the rounded holes at the top of the bars. The other prototype was one that worked on a similar principle of being collapsible and portable, but worked off of hooks screwed into ceiling beams.

When he arrived, sauntering up the street, he gave a lazy wave to Sollux and sauntered up to him, nodding upward. "Yo. Gimme a minute, I'll set the motherfuckers up. You got the ceiling hooks up?" He'd asked Sollux to put up a couple ceiling hooks about four feet from each other for the second prototype, and figured it'd an easier thing to assemble and, for them, easier to sell. As he walked into the garage, he pulled off the bag and opened it up, pulling out the first prototype, and easily sliding it to its full height of about seven feet tall, assembling it and locking the supports into place in only a few minutes, putting it first in a parallel-bars position, before affixing three sets of chains across the bars, and pulling himself between the horizontal bars and sprawling out across the chains in a reclined position, letting his head hang upside down as he grinned. "No slip grip, check that motherfucker out, bro. Got me some rubber grips on them feet that spread the weight evenly and keep it from gettin' all motherfuckin' slippery and eatin' up the floorin' under it."

[apocalypticduality]

Sollux crossed his arms, smirking at Gamzee as he dangled there. "And you're sure these are rated for up to eight hundred pounds? Remember we have to be able to hold some big fuckers up and make sure shit doesn't snap and be our fault." Of course, that was the purpose of testing and doing demonstrations. He grabbed onto the horizontal bars himself and hefted himself up off the floor, his meager weight supported on his arms and putting a little more strain on the structure itself. He swung his legs a little through the air then swung hem up and over so that he could sit on the chain nearest him.

[bothme]

"Had four motherfuckers and me up on here, but I'm gonna be makin' a bigger version just for motherfuckers who are bigger'n me. Two sizes, standard and royal. Told you I could do this motherfucker up right." He was proud of himself, and as he squirmed into position to sprawl and look over at Sollux, nudging the other's knee with the toe of his shoe. "It holds up to pretty motherfucking rigorous pushin' around, too. Ain't gonna even be a motherfuckin' issue later when we start actually puttin' to use." He slipped out of the chains and did a backflip off the bars to go and start setting up the hanging suspension set. "But you know what'd look boss? Get this motherfucker some glossy paint all on, give it that real pretty finish. Somethin' neutral though, maybe a dark gray. Gunmetal." He managed to hang the other prototype up in practically no time, with its grippy metal bars, its strong chains, and soft, padded leather restraints that hung down from it.

"Didn't have much time to do this up in, but it's quality. Motherfuckin' went with the leather cuffs our homeboy up and suggested we work with." He slipped the leather cuffs open and then looked over to Sollux as he held onto the chain above them, and pulled himself up onto the bar, showing that it held at least his weight of 270 pounds easily.