driftfleet | First Breath January Mingle

[With all that patrolling around, she was going to find him eventually. Probably sooner rather than later. Hawkeye was sat on his bunk, in his wow-they-even-designated-a-room-for-me-already room picking off the last of his bandages and band-aids and arranging them on the bed. The weren't neatly organized, but they were organized.]

Edited 2016-01-18 13:13 (UTC)

[She's gotten used to some of the more revolving changes, reminiscent but less tragic than losing Warboys on the rig and having new ones cycle in, but that didn't make her any less determined to know the existing crew at any given moment. Finding a new face, she stops and leans against the doorway, watching him for a quiet moment before speaking.]

New to the fleet? Or was your last ship just that exciting?

First one. I'm Clint, I'm supposed to be here. Also I hate teleports.

[He didn't stand up, but he did offer his hand from the bed.]

Like a lot.

[She walks in and takes his hand with her right hand in a firm shake.]

Captain Furiosa. I don't think you'll have to worry about any more teleports.

[She'll take a seat where she can find it.] Do you know what augment they gave you?

They didn't give me anything. Maybe I missed the line.

[He had napped. Almost missed the food-line too. He regrets nothing.]

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You have an augment; that would have happened before you woke up. Check behind you head ... [She reaches up to feel for hers so he can see about where he should be poking.] Once you figure it out, let me know; I'll help you get situated.

[ Well his hand was already up there, so he felt around in the same area that she signaled and with her aid, he found the augment very quickly indeed. The truth of it was that he had been so used to bruises and breaks throughout his life, this lump on the back of his neck hadn't stood out in the slightest before now... but now that she highlighted it, he realized that there wasn't a scratch or a bump to be found on the rest of him since the moment he'd woken up. Yet here was this. ]

Feels like a tracker or an ID tag.

[He wasn't freaked out by it, but he was a little indignant.]

But an augment? You're not the first I've heard call it that. What is it s'pposed to augment?

Edited 2016-01-23 01:17 (UTC)

Knowledge. The necessary mental tools to do your appointed task. We didn't have space travel or ships where I'm from. We had the V8 god and wheels on the ground. I get here, I know how to fly the ship. I know astrophysics and navigation in a vacuum environment.

[Clint is starting to wonder how long it's going to take him to catch up on all of this - but it would have taken much much longer had there not been so many people around to help. It's actually very easy to be patient in the face of kindness.]

They actually didn't tell me what I know either. My task.

[Is he just supposed to know what he knows? Like - astrophysics. He tries to ask himself an appropriately astrophysics-y question -- what is a planet? -- and yes he immediately reminds himself that a planet is one of those large round things in space and in the past he could have named a handful of them, but he might not have been so quick to add that planets in particular orbit suns, don't orbit anything else, and don't have brick-a-brak floating around close to them. He might not have known that the roundness of planets is a property of their mass, as is their relatively-free-of-debrisness. He reaches for something harder. Say he wanted to get from Earth to the moon? How long would that take? Well - his brain responds - what's the diameter of the Earth? You can work it out from there.]

Pilot. [He says, as if remembering, or being prompted by someone off-stage.] I'm a pilot too.

[Well sure, it seems obvious to him now.]

Edited 2016-01-24 14:53 (UTC)

[She nods. This was good; having a co-pilot wasn't a bad idea, especially after her bout with illness a little while ago. They'd been lucky enough to be stationary then but if they'd had to go anywhere?]

Guess I'll have to show you my kill-switch. I know only a pilot with a pilot's augment should be able to access the controls, but I've learned from my own world you can't be too careful.

Do you have any vehicle handling experience?

[Oh he'd piloted quinjets, sky-cycles, and other flying-things besides. A ship was essentially an arrow, right? Only more high-tech.]

Some. I think if you gave me a day or two in the chair I could figure it out.

[He makes a vague gesture with his hands. Casual, confident, but it might also read as foolish and arrogant.

Except...]

But that'll have to wait for a while. I got these other augments, and they're not augmenting like they're meant to.

[His hearing aids, which he shows her without offering them to her. The purpose of them might not have been obvious to anyone who wasn't familiar with the technology, but they were shaped like ears, and Clint held one finger to his ear to help with the visual description.]

I'm not too handy with a headset right now.

Edited 2016-01-30 15:35 (UTC)

[She looks at it, doesn't immediately get it without his gesturing, and finally nods when she does.]

What's wrong with them? [She should see about getting Tyrion or Tobio to look them over, if they're acting up.]

[He wasn't quite prepared for her to speak that time, but he catches - "wrong with them" - and infers a question from her body language. He's been doing a lot of inferring lately.

Answering her question is easy enough - he doesn't even need to speak. Instead he turns one on, and while the crackling, whining sound that it makes isn't necessarily audible from several feet away, he only has to lift the device a little ways toward her before she should start to be able to hear it. Feedback. Like a badly tuned radio, but one stuck between a scream-o rock-band and a string quartet.]

I think it's all the signals between the ships. Something like that, I dunno.

Edited 2016-02-02 13:00 (UTC)

[She winces at the feedback, imagining it would be the opposite of fun to have that actually in your ear.]

Take it to engineering; see if Tyrion or Tobio can do anything with it. [Other than that, she's not sure what to suggest.]

[He's pretty sure those were a place, and two names, but he'd be hard pressed to repeat any one of them. Still, he nods.]

I appreciate that, Captain.

[Until he gets them fixed, any unfamiliar words are going to be almost impossible for him to pick up on. He even gets lost with the familiar ones, sometimes.]

What can I expect from the others? They seem like the hijacking type?

[She did say she installed a kill-switch.]

Edited 2016-02-05 20:23 (UTC)

[She gives a small smile and shakes her head.] No, that's not really something we need to worry about here, but where I come from? You can never be too careful.

Never know when some half-baked blood-bag tries to jack your rig in the middle of the Wastelands.

[The first bit, he gets. The second bit? No. Nope. Not a word. Well, except...]

You never know.

First Breath January Mingle

The shuffle shuffled you a Hawkeye. Surprise!

Yay Hawkeye!!

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