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

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[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.

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[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.]

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

building new features for my lab space

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

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.]

[He's there in half an hour as promised, and when he walks in he's careful to step over the piles of junk.]

What, you thought you'd get red of all the old features while you're at it? Jesus, what a mess.

[the kid responsible for it... is maybe also kind of a mess. it's fitting, maybe--generally kind of drab and grubby-looking, face all scarred up and missing an eye.

and he waves a hand at the guy, but it's more sort of dismissive of the comment, brushing it off, than a real greeting. then, he stands from where he'd been crouching near a new hole in the wall and dusts off his knees. give him a moment.]

[He takes in Coil, then the state of the room again.]

Look, I got the augment, but I'm no miracle worker.

[the kid sighs, voicelessly, and makes his way over to where a stack of blueprints and notes have been meticulously sketched out. they're rough, but pretty good for someone without an engineering augment to help.

he fetches the topmost one for his visitor and holds it out to him. it seems to show the med-bay table made more sturdy and fitted with restraints and extra gadgets, an extra little workspace or two, and an area that must be what he'd just been working on--where some objects are planned to be installed on the wall.]

[He takes the paper, already a little on edge-- the lack of conversation, Coil's general demeanor, the state of the room, they all contribute to his unease.

The paper adds to it, and he looks at Coil with a frown on his face.]

What the fuck are those things for?

[yeah... though Coil is still pretty much a kid, there isn't much about his mannerisms that put many people at ease. the silence alone doesn't help.

at least he starts to try once he sees that the conversation isn't going well. his mouth presses flat, but he keeps the sigh to himself. and he gestures vaguely, reassuringly, while he... starts to look for something to write on.]

[Ray isn't the most patient guy in the world, but alright, he can do that-- he waits, tapping his foot, tapping the paper.]

[he finds some of his notes and schematics and flips them all over so he can write on the back of them.

'Restraints, like in hospitals' is scrawled out when he finally hands a note out to Ray.]

[He reads the note and levels him with a Look.]

Hospitals ain't got restraints, pal. That's loonie bins you're thinking of.

[he shakes his head!--the only means of arguing that he has at his disposal. and he takes the note back so he can scribble on an addition, trying to explain.

the words 'sometimes needed' and 'important' are now jotted down with the rest.]

You ain't planning on doin' anything freaky?

[he brings up an open hand in a half-shrug, silent question on his face. and he follows it up with tracing a question mark in the air with a finger, just in case the sentiment is unclear.]

Tyin' people up when they don't wanna be tied up, for example.

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