A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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MECHANICS | exposed guts of the ship are good for tinkering and repairs

[thespaceopera]

[a little ways in from the entryway, sections of the wall have been peeled away, exposing some of the maintenance areas of the ship. you can't do much from here, but it's a start.

all sorts of passengers may find this area interesting, but those with engineering or pilot augments will find this area especially useful--whether they're interested in assessing and repairing damage to the ship, or looting the wreckage for useful scrap.

also, a spare pair of hands to hold this flashlight would be great.]

[alwayscomeback]

[Sokka's here, of course Sokka's here. He's already given this ship up for dead. With the bugs crawling around everywhere, he doubts they can salvage it without exterminating the lot of them, and there's likely a big nest somewhere in the ship. That's how these things work, right?

So, holding a torch between his teeth, he's trying to remove some piece of machinery. It's pretty busted, but if he gets it onto the Blue Fish, he's sure he can do something with it. Waste not, want not. ]

[poetontheinside]

[There's a busted metal box right next to where Sokka is trying to dislodge something, and Ray drops onto it with something that might have been fluid grace if his legs had anywhere to go. He's grinning, and he takes the torch from between Sokka's teeth.]

Need help?

[alwayscomeback]

[Ray, you are a scruffy angel. Sokka gives him a wide grin. ]

Thanks, man! I'm pretty sure I can't get this thing fixed again, but the parts are definitely salvageable,

[poetontheinside]

Yeah, I didn't see anythin' we can really fix up again. Small parts, sure, but they don't connect right anymore. [He throws the torch from hand to hand while they speak, taps his foot.]

[theboogieman]

[hello. are you a mechanic? are you doing mechanic things? well, Zhas walks over (a 5'10" guy with a full face of skull makeup and a big dark coat, for context) and takes something sharp from where you're working. possibly grabs it right out of your hand.

and tries to walk away. he needs this. you didn't. goodbye.]

[poetontheinside]

What the-- [Ray scrambles to his feet and grabs Zhas by the collar- easily, since he's half an inch taller than the man he's grabbing.] I was using that!

[theboogieman]

[his collar is grabbed! he's not exactly an easy guy to pull around--but at least it keeps him from trying to walk away with his cutting implement. Zhas' only answer is to... stand there and stare at him, though.

with his creepy, vaguely glowing orange eyes. what a weirdo.

what is he supposed to do, give it back?]

[poetontheinside]

[Whoa okay hello, regroup. If there's one thing Ray knows, it's how to stare down really intense people. He lets go of Zhas' collar, but he keeps up the glare.]

You can't just go around taking other people's stuff, pal.

oh my god zhas

[recopy]

[Things Megaman has been expecting to run into on this particular creepy spaceship so far: dark spaces, damaged machinery, and the occasional homicidal space bug. For the most part he's pretty sure he's prepared for these things--even if that means feeling mildly jittery as a result, even in this relatively bug-free portion of damaged ship that he's stumbled upon and decided to poke at a bit.

Things Megaman had not been expecting to run into on a creepy spaceship, though: extremely rude 5'10" skull-faced strangers walking up and plucking your tool right out of your hand as you try to do your engineer thing.

Which well, okay, that's pretty hard for anybody to really prepare for, but--oh, and now the guy's...walking away without another word??]

Uh--hey, wait a minute! What are you-- [He pulls to his feet, starting a few steps after the stranger as he tries to figure out whether to be surprised or just offended. Settles, for now, on something more like confusion:] W-Where are you taking that?!

I never said he was good at this okay

[theboogieman]

[the mysterious, socially-incapable man keeps walking for a few steps himself, almost like he never heard him.

but then he... stops. considers. and decides to at least look behind him to see what it is that's still following him. he hadn't really been paying much attention, in hyper-focused task mode and all.

...he's a lot shorter than he'd thought. and... kind of... hrm.

well, okay, now Megaman has a guy with skull facepaint and vaguely glowing orange eyes staring at him. what do?]

TRUE....u tried zhas. kind of

[recopy]

[WHAT DO...HE DOESN'T KNOW.....HE NEVER THOUGHT HE'D GET THIS FAR??

Okay no, it's true, Megaman pretty much is set on following Zhas until some kind of response is had--mostly because hey he kind of needs that tool why this--and so, by all accounts, the fact that Zhas stops at all is progress! If not a bit startling anyway, what with the complete lack of a verbal response to his first question otherwise. Megaman stops short himself as Zhas turns around, blinking up at the stranger with a slight frown.

This isn't a face he recognizes, no, he's pretty sure he'd remember it even without program memory considered. The eyes and skull pattern are interesting but not particularly disconcerting, by all accounts--Megaman knows an acquaintance program back in internetland literally designed after a skeleton, and it's still hardly the weirdest sight. No, the more disconcerting thing is the silence that follows as the guy simply stares at him and Megaman stares back. For a couple seconds. A couple more.

Rather nonplussed, and fidgeting a bit on his heels as the silence stretches thin enough to reach the breaking point of awkward:]

...Um. I mean. I--I kind of need that? That tool there... [He points to Zhas's hand at said tool in question, now more exasperated than anything.] I only have one of those! I can't really keep working on things without it...what do you need it for?

[entertainheir]

[Yuya's still feeling unsure about his assignment as an engineer, and it's showing a little bit on his face as he surveys one of the maintenance areas. School never prepared him for this even if the augment did (unless helping the principal figure out the issues with their old, outdated tech counts), and regardless of brain implants he still feels like he's got a fifty-fifty chance of messing up here.

Still, he wants to be useful in the effort to investigate and fix up the ship so he's got to do something. Time to psyche himself up a bit, and for that he starts shining a flashlight on what he's pretty sure used to be a speaker system.]

Well, it's not like I can damage what's already broken...

[recopy]

Yeah, that's true! That's a pretty good way to look at things, I think...

[Oh, were you actually talking more to yourself there? Sorry about that. But Megaman just can't help hearing it and tossing in a good-natured comment of his own, as he passes by the other young man down the same hallway and pauses in his steps. One hand carries his own little engineer's toolbox--Yuya isn't the only one with an interest in being useful to the efforts here--and the other hand joins his own flashlight's shine with Yuya's on the speaker system in question as he peers at it curiously.]

...Man, especially this thing, you're right...looks like it got busted up pretty badly by whatever hit this ship! [Turning to look at Yuya properly:] Ah, are you an engineer too? Did you want any help with this?

[entertainheir]

Me?

[This guy looks...Yuya's age, actually, but he talks a lot more confidently than Yuya feels. He scratches the back of his head, hoping that he doesn't come off as too dumb.]

You know how to fix this thing? I mean...I am an engineer so I can probably can too, but I've never actually done it before.

[recopy]

[Oh bless you Yuya YOU'RE OLDER THAN HE IS ACTUALLY...you can do this he believes in you!!

But yes, if the latter's tentativeness is a problem Megaman certainly doesn't seem mind it. Instead he laughs a bit at the question, leaning over to set his toolbox on the ground.]

How to fix it? Well, not yet! I mean, I've never had to fix something like this before either...I'm not really an engineer back home too, so that makes two of us, at least! [Straightening, he beams, extending his a freed hand to the latter boy for a handhsake.] I bet with both of us combined we should be alright! I'm Megaman, what's your name?

[poetontheinside]

[After the first day, Ray had taken the sheets off of his bed and tied them together so that it's easier to carry stuff he could use. He'd tried fixing it, for a couple hours, but it didn't take someone with an augment to realize that it was a useless venture. Might as well do with this stuff what they can, right?

It's looting, but at least it's really useful looting. He's singing to himself as he works, 80's punk anthems and 90's rock ballads, sitting on the makeshift duffle bag. He's enjoying himself, at least!]

[redactions]

[ Giving him an annoyed look from across the room is one (1) supersoldier. ]

What is that? Nirvana?

[poetontheinside]

Hey, you got a problem with Kurt Cobain, you got a problem with me. [He looks back, throws the guy a challenging grin.]

[redactions]

[ He snorts, but replies amiably, ]

Yeah, I got a problem with what you kids call music these days.

[ Never mind that he might look younger than Ray. Grouchy old man mode is a go. ]

[asinisterkid]

[ Now this is Jason's kind of music. Even if he technically wouldn't have been born before most of the punk anthems. Or WOULD he? Comics timelines, man. He was just passing through, but he takes a moment to join in, because why not? He's got violence to do, he's got an automatic weapon, and while this doesn't make up for losing some of his people, it does make him feel better than he has in the past week.

And at least his singing's not awful. ]

[poetontheinside]

[Ray starts grinning while he works and sings, spotting Jason (not drunk, this time, which is a relief, especially considering the weapon). When the song finishes on a pretty sick air-guitar riff, Ray flips a wrench in his hand.]

That wasn't none too bad, drunk kid.

[pirasea]

[Isabela's come to a sadly bugless area of the ship, much to her displeasure. She'd missed the thrill of a good fight. The danger. The excitement. The sudden resistance as the blades of her daggers met flesh. Or... whatever equivalent bugs have to flesh. The one downside is the lack of plundering she can do with these bodies. Even the spiders in Kirkwall had dropped something when they died even if it wasn't much.

On the plus side Ray's here. That's nearly as good as having something to kill. She leans on the wall next to where he's working, daggers still drawn and every bit as gore splattered as she is.]

Well, I'm glad one of us has found something worth stealing.

[poetontheinside]

[He comes up out of the piece of machinery, grinning wildly. His hair is sticking up every which way, there's grease stains on pretty much 80% of him, but his hands are full of thick cables.]

Hey, I'm not stealing. I'm just taking what's up for grabs.

[idealistic]

[ Lloyd knows where he's needed even if he isn't needed, and seeing the mess of machinery, he knew just what he needed to do. his experience in the Wonderduck made him far more knowledgeable (miraculously) to the workings of this sort of technology, which meant the only thing left to do was assess the damage and figure out just what needed to be fixed so that this ship could be up and running again...

which is... a lot.

SO he sets to work, toolkit laying next to him as he digs his hands into his "claimed" machinery. even with his vision, it's a bit too difficult for him to see, so he has a flashlight nudged between his head and shoulder, his head tilted at an awkward (and likely painful) angle in order to keep it there.

i mean he could just take out his wings but that'd just make the room more cramped, don't you think? ]