THE LEWIS AND CLARK - DAY TWO

[inferis]

Well, whatever the heck went down in the Event Horizon has effected you guys, too. A massive shock-wave rocks the ship, sparks fly everywhere and all power but the stasis pods and life support are taken out. The journals are still working, at least, as are a couple of torches, floating around now the gravity is off. Better get to fixing things, at least there might be a few manuals floating around to help you out]

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CONTROL ROOM

[samson]

[WELL THAT'S ANNOYING but whatever. After putting up a rather annoyed message over the journals, Brock can be found in the control room, alternately pulling off panels to look at whatever wiring is in this place or screwing around with the wiring in question.]

[unvarnished]

[truthfully August's knowledge of mechanics doesn't go much farther than fixing motorcycles and other ground vehicles. But he's optimistic as he floats through]

Any tools in here?

[samson]

[Brock looks up from where he's trying to figure out exactly what's wrong with the ship. He's got experience with experimental super-sonic jets, so he figures that's... pretty much the same thing.]

Hey. Uh, they're floating around here... somewhere.

[unvarnished]

[of course by "tools", he's hoping for things that he's already familiar with and knows how to use. What are the chances of that happening on a ship from the far future?]

What are you trying to do?

[samson]

[There's a wrench floating around somewhere... though Brock has completely lost track of where it went by this point. He's had his head inside one of the panels.]

Hell, I don't know. Figure out where the short is and fix it. There's gotta be some way to jury-rig something together, at least...

[unvarnished]

[oh good, he can work with that. He manages to find a few other tools that might be useful]

I'm not that kind of mechanic. I was thinking to try opening the door manually.

[samson]

Well, yeah. You could. But then we'd still be sitting here... though these things usually don't last more than a week, so we could just try to wait it out, I guess. And not starve to death.

[ofhope]

[ Oh you. ]

[samson]

[Brock's head is currently inside the control panel. He's not even paying attention...]

[ofhope]

[ Like he cares! He'll just watch. Wants to smash, though. :c ]

[samson]

[Joshua that's not helping??????

Eventually, Brock pops his head out from this thing, looking annoyed. And then he looks up... and looks even more annoyed.]

What the -- you!

[ofhope]

[ :x ]

What, going to throw me in the brig?

[samson]

Where the hell did you even come from? I haven't seen you in like a friggin' year.

[wizard_redfive]

[You called?

Dairine bounces into the control room with a box of tools and a LED flashlight. She moves to grab one of the manuals floating around but shoots Brock a look on the way.]

What are you doing?

[samson]

[Brock is in the process of prying off one of the panels, but pauses to look sourly in her direction.]

What's it look like?

[wizard_redfive]

Well, to me it looks like like Carol's experiments on his circuit breaker.

Do you even know what those wires do?

[samson]

[Whatever that means... Brock just gestures at the wiring sticking out.]

I'm figuring it out. I figure there's gotta be a short or something.

[wizard_redfive]

[It means Dair expects the circuit breaker to pop at any minute.]

Sure, whatever. Just don't kill the back up power while you're at it. I like my oxygen.

[And with that Dairine cracks open the manual, going straight for the index. There’s gotta be something useful in here.]

[samson]

I'm pretty sure there's a failsafe. Otherwise it would have gone out with the rest of the power.

[toobravehearted]

[Good man, there's a fellow with his head screwed on, he thinks. Here floats a chap that looks like he's well acquainted with being weightless, propelling himself along by grabbing onto anything and everything. He also looks very worried.]

Be careful. There's still power in the stasis room; it's not a stretch to reason some of those wires might still be live.

[A pause.] Actually, let's count on that. How far along have you got?

[samson]

[Brock is just sort of casually floating by the panels, anchoring himself with one hand on the bulkhead. HE SQUINTS, THOUGH because this is a more important thing to focus on right now, obviously --]

When the hell did you come back?

[toobravehearted]

What? [Sure, that's much more important. Priority 1.]

Three days shy of two months ago. No, don't recall a thing of my last stay so I'll have to ask you to reintroduce yourself I'm afraid and would you like a hand?

[samson]

[Oh. He keeps squinting, but...]

Sure...

See if you can get these things open. I'm Brock.

[toobravehearted]

[He’s just going to stare right back a moment and wonder, but now that’s out of the way... He’s flipping himself forwards and down, pulling at the next panel.]

Hello Brock. Not the best time for introductions really, is it? Space, zero gravity, emergency lighting... [A grunt as the panel comes free.] You seem a bit surprised to see me.

[samson]

[Is this a weird time for introductions? He doesn't know. Weirdness is such a normal thing to him that it's hard to tell sometimes.]

Uhhh, yeah. You were... well, the old you, I guess... was here for a long time. And then you -- he -- wasn't.