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breakingmyheart) wrote2012-10-02 09:11 pm
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2.5.5 - Spam
[Spam for Megamind]
[Barge engine maintenance is reasonably straightforward when you know how, though the 'knowing how' can take months; like any regular task, after a while it becomes...not boring, but...routine. Clean parts, check valves, tighten screws, check readings, et cetera. It's a big job and has a lot of fiddly little tasks associated with it, but it doesn't change.
Sometimes Toshiko genuinely wonders if the engine serves any actual purpose besides giving a few more people something to do with their time, but the only way to test that would be by breaking it and seeing what happens and....no. No thank you. True, Kirk used it to take over the ship but for all she knows that could just be the Admiral propping up the illusion.
(And honestly, Kirk's brief benign dictatorship makes her feel better. Generally, the Admiral closes a path to the bridge after it's been used once. The engine room has now been officially neutralised as a way to hijack the ship.)
She looks over at Megamind from where she's sitting at the bank of monitoring screens, keeping half an eye on him and half an eye on the readings.]
How are you finding it?
[Open Spam]
[It's evening, and Tosh is sitting on a bench on the deck. Somewhere over her head there's a remote-controlled flying device (you can't really call it a model anything) moving in slow figures-of-eight around the length of the bench.
She's not holding a remote. Exactly. There's a cable plugged into the port in her neck, which is connected to a small transmitter device which was resting on her shoulder but has since slipped into her cleavage; never mind. Interfaced with the program that signals the little flying drone, it's not taking much more than a continuous awareness of its presence to keep it in a holding pattern.
She moved out here when Myfanwy started getting anxious (read: screechy) about another flying pet in her cabin.
Every so often she moves to do something else, picking up the cup of coffee next to her or turning a page in the book she's not-quite-reading, and it lurches or dips but that's fine. Practice makes perfect.]
[OOC: Because occasionally I step outside myself and remember that Tosh doesn't get out much: some time ago she had a dataport installed that allows her to interface with computer systems intuitively. And she keeps fiddling with it and probably won't stop until she's a Cyberman. And Myfanwy is a pteranodon. So that's where we are now.]
[Barge engine maintenance is reasonably straightforward when you know how, though the 'knowing how' can take months; like any regular task, after a while it becomes...not boring, but...routine. Clean parts, check valves, tighten screws, check readings, et cetera. It's a big job and has a lot of fiddly little tasks associated with it, but it doesn't change.
Sometimes Toshiko genuinely wonders if the engine serves any actual purpose besides giving a few more people something to do with their time, but the only way to test that would be by breaking it and seeing what happens and....no. No thank you. True, Kirk used it to take over the ship but for all she knows that could just be the Admiral propping up the illusion.
(And honestly, Kirk's brief benign dictatorship makes her feel better. Generally, the Admiral closes a path to the bridge after it's been used once. The engine room has now been officially neutralised as a way to hijack the ship.)
She looks over at Megamind from where she's sitting at the bank of monitoring screens, keeping half an eye on him and half an eye on the readings.]
How are you finding it?
[Open Spam]
[It's evening, and Tosh is sitting on a bench on the deck. Somewhere over her head there's a remote-controlled flying device (you can't really call it a model anything) moving in slow figures-of-eight around the length of the bench.
She's not holding a remote. Exactly. There's a cable plugged into the port in her neck, which is connected to a small transmitter device which was resting on her shoulder but has since slipped into her cleavage; never mind. Interfaced with the program that signals the little flying drone, it's not taking much more than a continuous awareness of its presence to keep it in a holding pattern.
She moved out here when Myfanwy started getting anxious (read: screechy) about another flying pet in her cabin.
Every so often she moves to do something else, picking up the cup of coffee next to her or turning a page in the book she's not-quite-reading, and it lurches or dips but that's fine. Practice makes perfect.]
[OOC: Because occasionally I step outside myself and remember that Tosh doesn't get out much: some time ago she had a dataport installed that allows her to interface with computer systems intuitively. And she keeps fiddling with it and probably won't stop until she's a Cyberman. And Myfanwy is a pteranodon. So that's where we are now.]
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[ Ahem. ]
[ Megamind is busy. Megamind took to manuals and drawings and is already putting together that maybe Tosh didn't give him everything and that's fine, it just means the engine room just became his personal puzzle box to tweak, poke, rummage in and otherwise explore. Right now, he is going through the motions of doing the routine labors, because he can, because it's good to have tools in his hand, because he's got his hands in technology he doesn't recognize.
It's dirty work; he goes in bare handed because the Black Mamba gauntlets aren't suited to the work. This leaves his bare hands -- impeccably trimmed nails, long spidery fingers -- working on cleaving valves, exploring nooks and crannies, and otherwise getting almost intimate with this new thing to explore. He's as careful as a lover would be -- he wants to make this engine sing for him. He wants the ship to love him back. He wants it to be his, so he doesn't have to play that stupid 'warden' game. ]
Mmm?
Oh, I'm fine, fine. This is nothing. I mean, it's totally unique and I know you're hiding the good stuff, but... This is enough for now.
[ She'll find him elbow deep in some system or another later on, it's a given. For now, he 'behaves.' ]
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He's not talked to her much since Rinzler was around, always having a little awkwardness because he knows she was close to Harper and Harper and he did not end on the best note (which was hard for him- at the time, he still thought of Harper as the one person that never left him).
But he goes over to glance at her book of choice.] Do you mind if I sit?
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ARGH stop that Binky...
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