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[mortalcoil]

Who: Coil Lenn and you!
Broadcast: Text, open to all
Action: Anyone visiting the SS Red Fish
When: mid-June


→ [Text]
[it's maybe not as attention-getting as an audio or video broadcast, but a sort of quiet advertisement goes out over the network anyway.]

Engineers or anyone with construction/mechanical skills: your assistance is required aboard the SS Red Fish. please reply if interested. or come to the Red Fish.

Thank you.


→ [Action]
[and Coil leaves the door unlocked for anyone who might happen by.

those who do happen by, or live on the ship to begin with, can find Coil feverishly tinkering away in the lab. and it appears that he has kind of rearranged things. he hes redecorated a bit.

some storage cabinets and other things along one wall must not have been that important, because they have all been dragged away or removed entirely, and he is currently struggling to remove pieces of the wall panel itself. he doesn't have the right tools for it, but that certainly isn't going to stop him. and who knows what all off this scrap metal lying around in hazardous-looking piles is supposed to be for...

so, yeah. watch your step. don't get tetanus.]

Comments

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[mortalcoil]

[oh for heaven's sake.]

what?

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[mortalcoil]

[the audio kicks on as he messes with the communicator, but it's only to pick up the sound of him banging on it.

stupid thing must not be working.]

action

[deshabille]

[Messages like this are basically live bait for Mal at this point. She wants to be doing things, not sitting around. So when she gets Coil's message, she just makes her way to the Red Fish.]

[It's . . . certainly looking fucked-up, all right. She knocks on one of the few remaining pieces of wall panel with raised eyebrows.]

You needed something? [You crazy lunatic.]

action

[mortalcoil]

[he's so involved with what he's doing that he doesn't notice that he has a visitor, right away. it isn't until she speaks that he turns from where he's kneeling at a hole in the wall, kind of twisting around in maybe not the most efficient way--but he's got to make up for his blind side to spot her over by the door.

and after a slight hesitation, he nods. just give him a second to put his crappy wrench down, wipe his hands off, and push himself up to his feet.]

action

[deshabille]

[Well, okay. She'll just stand here for a minute.]

[. . .]

[And start poking around at what's inside the walls. This is fascinating.]

Are you trying to take the whole damn ship apart?

action forever

[mortalcoil]

[he has really only dug down to that impenetrable wall of inner-workings, but it's something nonetheless. it's a lot of work when you don't have the right tools.

and he shakes this time, and looks as though he's going to explain... but steps over to the pile of scrap metal and picks up a short length of heavy chain instead.

he points at the chain, and points at the hole in the wall.]

text

[poetontheinside]

Uh, you wanna maybe tell me what you're needing my assistance for?

text

[mortalcoil]

building new features for my lab space

Re: text

[poetontheinside]

Yeah, alright. Red Fish, right? Be there in half an hour.

text

[mortalcoil]

Thank you.

[and he'll leave the cargo bay door open so his new helper can just let himself in when he arrives, and continues his work in the lab until then.]

text;

[unbearablynaive]

I am interested. What is the project?

text;

[mortalcoil]

I want to add new features to my lab space

text;

[unbearablynaive]

That should not be difficult. Do you have all the required materials for what you want to accomplish?

text;

[mortalcoil]

We have no engineer, so bad tools. bring your own, please.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Syeira comes around after the rush of help slows down. She's not really a builder so she figured she'd stay out of the way of the professionals. But it's still her resident ship and she's got a terminal case of curiosity, so eventually she comes to see what Coil was building.

Or renovating, by the looks of things. She knocks on the open door, before stepping inside.]

[mortalcoil]

[things are (presumably) really rolling now. at the very least, the lab table is much more suited to restraining restless patients, and there is space to maybe hold subjects for... observation.

there are also still piles of pointy metal scrap lying around, ready to be used for... something. so, watch your step.

and Coil looks up from where he's making edits to a neat pile of schematics when he hears the knock, and lifts his chin in greeting.]

Text

[entertainheir]

will it be complicated? i'm an engineer and i've done some work but i'm sort of new at it.

Text

[mortalcoil]

it will be mostly building. I dont have the tools for it.

Text

[entertainheir]

i can give it a try! when do you want people to come?

Text

[mortalcoil]

as soon as possible. there is much to be done.

action

[blindoptimism]

[Nunnally sees this on the communicator as soon as the message comes out, and she can piece together who sent it. Something being built on the ship, hm? It's not like she expects everyone to field construction projects past her before starting them, but she still feels like she should be in the know.

So Coil, expect a light knock on the door frame to get your attention, and then your captain rolling her chair inside and signing at you as soon you look over]

Hello.

[mortalcoil]

[he sends her a quick glance when he hears the knock, lifting his eyes from his work only long enough to see who it is, and then his attention is back down to the task at hand... until, after a moment of thought, he realizes that the gesture might not just be a coincidentally-familiar one.

did she just... sign a proper hello?

looking up again, he hesitantly returns the gesture.]

Hello.

[blindoptimism]

[she tries not to look too pleased, but instead acts casual as she rolls a bit further in before gesturing a hand towards the... crazy looking piles of metal and signing]

Are you making something?