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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


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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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[mortalcoil]

[and it's probably the sheer fact that he's able to communicate at all with her that gets him to try explaining. he's so sick of writing notes and miming to convey his thoughts, then having those thoughts immediately misconstrued, and not being able get across all that he's thinking.

for most of his life, he'd sworn off even the desire to communicate with others. but, lately... he has wished he could talk more times than he can count.

'more room,' he signs. then, pointing at the table halfway outfitted with restraints and other accessories, he signs 'better table.']

[blindoptimism]

[it's an odd looking table, she'll give him that. She's never spent a lot of time in the lab. She spent some time here, back when Hange was there... receiving some lessons here and there, or checking to see what she was working on. But since she left she felt as if such visits would be an intrusion more than anything. So while she couldn't possibly imagine what those restraint looking things could be for, she decides to trust Coil with it for the time being. Everyone needs their sanctuary, she figures. So she nods as she considers the signs and looks around the room]

Good work. [she's still better at interpreting the signing of others than signing herself. Picking a few words to sum up a complex whole is still difficult for her] Can I assist?

[She doesn't know how she'd help yet, but this is already going way better than she expected it to, so she wants to try and ask anyway]

[mortalcoil]

[he automatically shakes his head, because he frankly isn't going to spend much mental energy on finding a task that he thinks a crippled girl could help with.

it does remind him of something else, however. something that she can actually help with.

'the job--' he begins to sign, but hesitates over what sign would actually describe the board that she'd set up for them in the kitchen, so he ends up just tracing a square of roughly the same size in the air with his hands.]