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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Comments

[unvarnished]

[he hates to do it, but he cuts little eyeholes into his jacket so he can cover his face while using that gun. It's a sacrifice for the greater good, beloved jacket]

[samson]

[Poor jacket, your sacrifice will be remembered.

Brock can't exactly toss down the gun because... no gravity... so he grabs onto the bulkhead behind him and pushes off again. Once he's back down by the panels, he hands the gun over.]

Let's just hope this works.

[unvarnished]

[with his homemade mask in place, August can solder without burning himself. He probably looks silly, but oh well]

I have hope it will.

[samson]

[Brock just sort of floats nearby, waiting to see the results. It seems to work... somewhat. The lights flicker on, once, but that's all.]

Maybe the tape.

[unvarnished]

Worth a shot. [the words come out a little muffled because of the jacket-mask]

[samson]

[Well, it's better than nothing, anyway. He leans over to get inside the panelling, wrapping the soldered wire together in a liberal amount of duct tape.

It doesn't do anything.]

Well, fuck. Maybe it was the wrong wire.

[unvarnished]

[he pulls off the mask so he can study the wires a bit easier, thinking]

I don't give up easily. We'll keep trying until we get it right.

[samson]

Yeah. We don't really have much of a choice.

[unvarnished]

[having not much choice is what usually spurns August into action. So he stays quiet and works, hoping they can fix this]