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driftfleet2016-03-02 04:10 pm
nedstarksbastard) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-02 04:10 pm
Entry tags:
002 || video + action
Who: Two literal five-year-olds. (aka: Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy [reek])
Broadcast: fleetwide! whoops.
Action: Three Twins. sorry gang.
When: now!
[Here’s the setting: the engine room of the Three Twins, and Jon is nowhere to be found. Judging from the sounds of the engines humming coming just off-screen, though, he sounds like he’s actually working on something. Or just trying to familiarize himself with how his new equipment and the ship works--he’s learned from the last disaster he’s had, thankfully off the ship.
Apparently, however, he still hasn’t learned from the last time he was unknowingly filmed, but this time it’s a different culprit.
The culprit isn't a particularly good cameraman. The video is shaky, and the occasional thumb makes an appearance over the lens, but somehow with a little quiet maneuvering, the mystery man manages to get Jon into frame. ]
They're actually letting you work down here? Did they miss your previous attempt?
[ The voice is sharp, it's smug, and there's a note of laughter in every word. Surprise, it's everyone's favorite mess, Theon Greyjoy. ]
Well, I suspect they won't miss it this time. Do your crew a favor and try to keep the fire down this time, Snow.
[Jon makes a noise and whips around. It sounds vaguely like a particularly sulfurous curse that, had Jon Snow known a mother, he wouldn’t even dream of spitting out at his worst enemy. But as things stand, Theon’s getting very, very close to that rank, and Jon never knew his mother anyway.
Note that he has a wrench in his hand. That’ll come in handy later.
His eyes narrow when he sees Theon. This won’t go too well, clearly.]
What are you doing here? [And--wait. Is that--he points his wrench at the communicator.] And turn that off, Greyjoy.
[ Theon only laughs and takes a step closer to bring Jon (and the wrench) further into view. He truly believes Jon is about to set this entire engine room on fire, and proof of it on video would be nothing less than delicious. ]
Simple enough. I sensed your stupidity and had to come see it take shape again. [ You don't need to see Theon's face to know he's grinning a cheshire grin. His smile is totally audible. ] I thought everyone else would like to see as well. I'm sure they're willing to wait.
[This is the face of a man who is most definitely a hair’s breadth from just throwing something at Theon’s head. What is it about Greyjoy that brings out Jon’s inner five-year-old, really?]
You’ve wasted their time then. [Do you see any fires here?] Turn that off and leave, Greyjoy. [Or else, is the underlying threat here. And judging from how tense he is he’s very likely to carry out the unspoken threat.]
[ Another laugh from Theon. He's never humored Snow before, so why should he start now? The shakiness of the camera subsides a bit, as if Theon's leaned back against a wall to wait for the real show to begin. ]
Give it a moment, then we'll decide if I've wasted their time.
[Well. He warned him, and Jon’s angry enough now that he decides, fine. He might not have a sword or any kind of viable weapon with him, but he has a wrench and it’s heavy and it should do the job just fine.
Said wrench is not in Jon’s hand anymore, it’s just been thrown straight at Theon’s head, and Jon himself is probably (read: definitely, whether Theon gets hit or not) going to follow that up with making an attempted grab for the communicator so he can turn it off, which won’t turn out all that well.]
[ Theon tries, he tries so hard to duck the wrench because Jon is predictable and was obviously going to make use of what he had. He nearly makes it, but judging by the loud swear he lets out, he clearly wasn't quick enough. ]
Seven hells, you ass... [ The video is shaking something awful now as two medieval five year olds wrestle with one another to stop it from recording. ] Stop--get away from me, Snow! You're doing it wrong.
Then give it--[wait. Shit.
Wrong button.]
((black is Jon, gold is Theon!))
reek])Broadcast: fleetwide! whoops.
Action: Three Twins. sorry gang.
When: now!
[Here’s the setting: the engine room of the Three Twins, and Jon is nowhere to be found. Judging from the sounds of the engines humming coming just off-screen, though, he sounds like he’s actually working on something. Or just trying to familiarize himself with how his new equipment and the ship works--he’s learned from the last disaster he’s had, thankfully off the ship.
Apparently, however, he still hasn’t learned from the last time he was unknowingly filmed, but this time it’s a different culprit.
The culprit isn't a particularly good cameraman. The video is shaky, and the occasional thumb makes an appearance over the lens, but somehow with a little quiet maneuvering, the mystery man manages to get Jon into frame. ]
They're actually letting you work down here? Did they miss your previous attempt?
[ The voice is sharp, it's smug, and there's a note of laughter in every word. Surprise, it's everyone's favorite mess, Theon Greyjoy. ]
Well, I suspect they won't miss it this time. Do your crew a favor and try to keep the fire down this time, Snow.
[Jon makes a noise and whips around. It sounds vaguely like a particularly sulfurous curse that, had Jon Snow known a mother, he wouldn’t even dream of spitting out at his worst enemy. But as things stand, Theon’s getting very, very close to that rank, and Jon never knew his mother anyway.
Note that he has a wrench in his hand. That’ll come in handy later.
His eyes narrow when he sees Theon. This won’t go too well, clearly.]
What are you doing here? [And--wait. Is that--he points his wrench at the communicator.] And turn that off, Greyjoy.
[ Theon only laughs and takes a step closer to bring Jon (and the wrench) further into view. He truly believes Jon is about to set this entire engine room on fire, and proof of it on video would be nothing less than delicious. ]
Simple enough. I sensed your stupidity and had to come see it take shape again. [ You don't need to see Theon's face to know he's grinning a cheshire grin. His smile is totally audible. ] I thought everyone else would like to see as well. I'm sure they're willing to wait.
[This is the face of a man who is most definitely a hair’s breadth from just throwing something at Theon’s head. What is it about Greyjoy that brings out Jon’s inner five-year-old, really?]
You’ve wasted their time then. [Do you see any fires here?] Turn that off and leave, Greyjoy. [Or else, is the underlying threat here. And judging from how tense he is he’s very likely to carry out the unspoken threat.]
[ Another laugh from Theon. He's never humored Snow before, so why should he start now? The shakiness of the camera subsides a bit, as if Theon's leaned back against a wall to wait for the real show to begin. ]
Give it a moment, then we'll decide if I've wasted their time.
[Well. He warned him, and Jon’s angry enough now that he decides, fine. He might not have a sword or any kind of viable weapon with him, but he has a wrench and it’s heavy and it should do the job just fine.
Said wrench is not in Jon’s hand anymore, it’s just been thrown straight at Theon’s head, and Jon himself is probably (read: definitely, whether Theon gets hit or not) going to follow that up with making an attempted grab for the communicator so he can turn it off, which won’t turn out all that well.]
[ Theon tries, he tries so hard to duck the wrench because Jon is predictable and was obviously going to make use of what he had. He nearly makes it, but judging by the loud swear he lets out, he clearly wasn't quick enough. ]
Seven hells, you ass... [ The video is shaking something awful now as two medieval five year olds wrestle with one another to stop it from recording. ] Stop--get away from me, Snow! You're doing it wrong.
Then give it--[wait. Shit.
Wrong button.]
((black is Jon, gold is Theon!))
video like WAY AFTER
[Translated: oh god this is embarrassing, but we're just gonna casually play this off like it's no big deal.]
video
Really. [It's said without a question mark at the end, like she doesn't believe it for a second.]
And the other guy?
video
He's well enough. [Unfortunately, he does not add, but it's hanging in the air all the same.]
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If you're having trouble with the engineering stuff, maybe I can give you a hand.
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Aye, I'd appreciate the help. [A breath.] He wasn't lying about how the last attempt turned out. I'd rather not repeat it.
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[He promises not to throw a wrench at you, Ahsoka.]
-> action
[She disconnects the commlink. Some ten minutes later, she's docking on the Three Twins. She pops herself out of the cockpit and makes her way to the engine room with ease. It isn't hard-- she's been here long enough that the ships all have easy enough layouts to memorize. She knocks on the open door twice, poking her head through.]
Hey.
-> action
He's seen weirder. He's seen giants. If he keeps telling himself that maybe he won't be quite as shocked next time.]
You're quick--I was half-expecting having to wait for longer.
1/2
I have an advantage over most people here. This place is pretty similar to how I live back home, only-- you know, without the whole "being kidnapped and used for someone else's entertainment" schtick.
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No, you know what, I can't even say that much. That is definitely a thing that has also happened back home.
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[Just once, but once is one time too many to speak of.]
If you're willing to talk about it, I'm willing to hear it. [Who knows, maybe there's something in her experience he can use.]
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It's not really relevant to our current predicament. Maybe another time.
[A gentle refusal, while still leaving the door open for the opportunity to ask again later. Ahsoka makes her way over to where John is, gait curious.]
Now, to engineering. What are you having trouble with?
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As Greyjoy said, the last time I tried to rig anything up, it ended--poorly. [As in, he accidentally set someone's stage on fire. Only a little bit, though.] I know how to repair something, the augment made sure of that, yet knowing isn't the same as doing. I was hoping to--practice, I suppose.
[And then Theon showed up and everything went straight down the drain.]
But some help would be nice.
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[Ahsoka looks at the tools and spare parts laid out, considering.]
First things first. You have to know your circuitry. That's the foundation everything else rests on. [She picks up some spare wiring on the table and holds it up, grinning.] See if you can intentionally make a basic closed-circuit with... hmm. These parts.
[She picks a few tools and parts out and separates them from the rest on the table.]
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But, all right, basic closed-circuit. He runs a hand through his hair, then starts to work. After some time spent working in mostly silence--besides some quiet grumbling after he plugs the wrong wire into the wrong end, he can hear Ygritte's you know nothing in his head now--he finally straightens up, looks down at what he's made.
It looks like it'll work. He knows it'll work, not end up blowing up in his face. But just in case--]
You know these better than I do. [He nods to the closed-circuit.] If I turn it on, am I going to have to explain a small fire to the rest of the ship? [He's actually rather dry about it--he's sure it won't, but a second opinion's nice.]
i'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE i got swamped
Why don't you try it and find out?
SHHH IT'S FINE
--or not, because the moment Jon turns it on it actually works. Granted, it's not exactly smooth, the light splutters to life, but it's working, which is. More than what Jon expected, for his first go--he'd half-expected a small fire. He might know nothing, but he's pretty good at learning.]
That didn't go so badly. [Now if only he had a camera to rub it in Greyjoy's smug face.]
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[Ahsoka nods, satisfied.]
You apply the same sorts of basic principles when you go larger and more complicated, too. And you know-- as long as you're wearing rubber gloves and working on a non-flammable surface, you shouldn't have much to worry about.
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I've a pair of gloves already, but they're moleskin gloves, not rubber. [Whatever that is. He'll find out, and possibly be quietly horrified at the color if he gets unlucky enough.] Would those work well enough?
[Prooooobably not.]
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Probably not. Rubber is a special kind of material. It doesn't conduct electricity. See-- most physical things do. Not just metal and wires. The air, our bodies, trees-- that's why we have lightning. Rubber is one of the few things that electricity won't travel through, though. That's why it's recommended to use them for gloves, when you're still figuring things out.
... Make sure you get a pair that fit well, though. Not those huge bulky things people use to wash the dishes with. They're no good for fiddly stuff.
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So--rubber gloves only, but not those used to wash the dishes. I'll keep that in mind. [In retrospect, he's lucky his hand didn't get burned again. Once was enough.]
Is there anything else I should know?
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But if you run into any trouble, you should contact a guy named Luke Skywalker. He's a friend, and a good person, and he has an engineering augment like you. He can definitely show you the ropes way better than I can.
That said, if you ever want to learn how to pilot, I'm your girl!