driftfleet | First Breath January Mingle

You cannot avoid the noises coming from the engine room, especially when all they seem to be is banging, some sort of ... hissing noise that was a blowtorch at work, and of course, the thudding and the cursing so foul that old maids would have fainted.

Tyrion, of course, at work. At work at all kinds of things - new weapons from the ores he managed to buy, conversion piping for his sink idea. There are tools everywhere, and a very intense dwarf in the midst of all of it. Banging away, for your convenience.

Edited 2016-01-17 05:21 (UTC)

[ Nova appears in the doorway and she doesn't look particularly pleased ]

What are you doing?

[Furiosa feeling much better from the illness she suffered from the ice planet (so much so that her teas and soups and other such gains have been recently relocated to Max Rockastansky, who clearly needed it more.]

[Here on the First Breath she does regular patrols and continues to try and find ways to enhance the ship, whether its by taking note of possible upgrades, or finding places to stash weapons for emergency use.]

[She tries to keep up with her crew mates as much as she can, seeking the out of she doesn't pass the indirectly on her patrols. She still needs to appoint a second in command, but she's at least narrowed it down to two possibilities.]

[ Nova has been around lately, but she's also been idle. She's inventoried the armory way more times than necessary and generally just seems frustrated and distant. She smiles mildly at Furiosa during one of her rounds ]

Hey.

Working.

[Is Tyrion's terse reply as he is trying to wrangle together a setup that looks like it is to hold a sink.]

[Tyrion is building said weapons - and if he is not working on his own improvements on the ship and weapons - he's designing them. Or reading about them. Or in fact doing all three at the same time.

Because he's Tyrion.

So he's sitting in the mess, with a book of engineering in front of him, carefully putting together what looks like a modified shotgun, while he is carefully writing down his own notes. Oh, and eating a mixture of different gels. Even geniuses must eat.]

Obviously. That or sabotage. Is this for your improvements?

Hey yourself.

[She's noticed the armory and Nova's restlessness, and takes a moment to address as they cross paths.]

Everything going alright?

Yeah. Why?

[ she's a little bristly ]

[She stands in the doorway and watches for several long moments, trying to figure out how she feels about the sight before her. Normally, she would have been encouraging, but given his earlier speech about securing rights, there's an undeniable nugget of concern.]

[Not one she's too keen on letting him see.]

Having better luck now?

[Furiosa's brows quirk up, as if to suggest Nova should know better that her Captain could see something was up.]

Because it doesn't seem like everything is alright.

[Calling it like she sees it.]

It's fine. I'm just bored. And I hate space.

Sabotage is a lot simpler. [He muttered, as he twisted something into place, and sighed happily.]] There, finally.

[He sighed quietly, as he looked up at the Captain.]

Well the materials are correct, the schematics are very direct and I think my design will be better ...

[He sighed, as he leaned back in his chair.

So yes. But I could be doing better.

[She nods, agreeing whole heartedly. This wasn't exactly an easy problem to solve, but it could be worse.]

There isn't a lot to do. [She looks at Nova.] We could throw around some punches, maybe some practice to keep our form up?

Is Atroma still dismantling it at night?

[She stoops down to take a closer look at his work. She disregards the books, since her world was such a 'hands on experience', and gives the shotgun a discerning look.] </small. You're building up quite an armory here.

What's that?

We could try that.

[Well that was...colorful. Lily stepped in trying to make herself as conspicuous as possible so as not to startle him. She sat a tray down on one of the more clear areas and leaned against the wall. She waited until a quiet moment.]

I heard you were working down here all day; thought you might be hungry. [She gestured to the tray, since Nova had shown her the kitchen she'd felt free to cook to help the rest of the crew. It was simple, some sort of basic bread, and a vegetable stew; even dehydrated food could be made palatable with enough care and spices..and boiling.]

Oh, Captain!

[Lily poked her head out of the kitchen when she heard the woman's steps coming near.]

There's soup and bread fresh, well mostly bread. Something quite like bread anyway. So if you're hungry help yourself.

[Blame Nova for showing her the kitchen.]

[Wasn't much work to be had in the labs so Lily had busied herself with trying ti be useful. Today that entailed cooking. She was still learning about the newer foodstuffs. but most of the dry stores were easy enough to work with. After a few hours and no small amount of adding this and that she'd made a decent vegetable stew and a low, dense bread. Ingredients were not entirely plentiful but she could make do with this for a while.

She had finished the meal and set it and some bowls out for the crew before she started clean up. Her wand made that significantly easier, while she hummed to herself and swept the floor, dishes began to march themselves over to the cleaning unit.]

[Tyrion huffed a little as he dug his heels into what he was twisting into place, his mis-matched eyes flashing anger and frustration.] I am famished. I am also this close to taking this device and ramming into the wall as many times as I feel like screaming 'die bastard die'.

[He looked up at her, his mouth twisting.] Colorful, yes?

[He pushed it upright so she could see that it was a mechanism to allow the sink to be lowered without losing piping and squirting water everywhere.]

It is ... three quarters of the way finished. I shall require some special kind of piping.

No, these are my own materials so they are staying in place. Frankly I think I might have to start building storage lockers, or handing them over to the crew now. ...

[He looked over at her, and cleared his throat.] Unless of course you would like to take possession of all the weaponry?

Is this what you do at home? Invent things?

First Breath January Mingle

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