{i think you know too much, but the mind knows what the mouth wants}

[brokencopy]

Who: B; anyone who happens to be on the SS Heron
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: All over the Heron.
When: Januaryish ... all month, if you like.

{This is a ship mingle! Come get your socialization on.}

Comments

[reconstitution]

[ While he's used to strange things happening at a steady rate, someone taking apart the ship from the inside isn't one of them. The Atroma had already messed with their ship, making some areas seem smaller, colder-- while others remained bright and open. So, seeing someone disrupting the already disrupted ship rubs him the wrong way.

Of course, he's not the captain, so it's not his ship to order him to stop, but he still doesn't like it. ]

What are you doing?

[ Sorry if you're not used to silent approaches and a looming presence, B. Meet Winter, the king of sneak on the ship. ]

that's the best face, everyone should look at b with that expression tbh

[brokencopy]

[B is usually the one doing the sneaking and getting into personal space. It's interesting to be on the receiving end of it, he thinks, though he doesn't let on, and he doesn't look up from his work to answer, only glances momentarily out of the corner of his eye.]

Making an improvement to the defense shields, of course.

[Obviously. Why would you ask such an obvious question, he seems to say without using words.]

[reconstitution]

[ He feels affronted- not because B doesn't even bother looking at him for more than a second, but because he's messing with Jim's ship, and he's not even sure his counterpart has given permission? ]

You're sure you're doing it right?

[ Please don't mess this ship up any more than it already is.. ]

[brokencopy]

[Asking permission is ... not a thing B is used to doing.]

More or less.

[Whoops ... there goes a piece of a bolt to ... something, clattering along the floor. It might be needed to keep something here together. Maybe. It is a mystery.]

Why, do you have a better suggestion?

[reconstitution]

[ He can't keep the scowl off his face. It just finds its way there by itself, honest. ]

I don't.

[brokencopy]

[B ain't bothered, honestly. He's actually pretty used to getting scowled at.]

What is it you do again?

[Oops, there goes another bit of metal bouncing off ... somewhere.]

[reconstitution]

[ Oh my god stop breaking the ship!!! ]

Lab support.

[brokencopy]

[noooooope]

Is there anything in the lab that needs to be fixed? I could certainly take a look.

[reconstitution]

..I don't think so.

[ Stay out of the lab, friend. ]

[brokencopy]

But you're not certain?

[B actually stops his tinkering and gives Winter a sideways glance. Uh oh. There could be something that needs to be fixed!]

When was the last time you ran a thorough test of all lab systems?

[reconstitution]

Stay out.

[ That's the only warning he's going to give on the issue. ]

[brokencopy]

[B arches an eyebrow at the suggestion but doesn't otherwise visibly react.]

That's not exactly in the spirit of cooperation, is it. How do expect the ship to run if its crew doesn't also function like a well-oiled machine?

[He sounds for all the world like he actually believes this complete bullshit he's saying.]

[reconstitution]

It worked well enough before the Atroma meddled.

[ But boy, has he heard those words before, and it doesn't sit well with him. ]

[brokencopy]

Well, I wasn't here before Atroma, as you say, meddled.

[B turns back to tinkering at the machinery in front of him with a slight narrowing of his eyes, a momentary tightening of his jaw. He still sounds perfectly calm, but that's a lie. He's furious about being meddled with.]

The past doesn't concern me in the slightest. What interests me is the present - the situation at hand now.

[reconstitution]

I'm aware of that.

[ He glances to what B is studiously working on, then to the hall around them. ]

Do what you want, just don't make it colder.

[brokencopy]

Very well.

[Clink and a bit of paneling goes skittering off to the nearest corner.]

There would be no sense in making the temperature colder.

[reconstitution]

Apparently that doesn't matter.

[ He steps to the side so he doesn't get hit by flying debris. ]

[brokencopy]

Of course it does.

[He picks up another loose piece of paneling and holds it up to examine it closely.]

Everything I do has a purpose.

[reconstitution]

No-- nevermind.

[ His level of done is at about 98% right now. Probably best to just walk the other way. ]