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Uncharted Skies
Piemanlives:
--Galley--
The breakfast rush had slowed down as most of the off duty crew had already been fed, amny deciding to stick around and chat with one another before they go on duty. 1st Watch had come to join them, in particular Ms. Belle was assisting Mr. Banning and the issues he was currently having with his oven. Mr. Gaige had stirred things up momentarily but, granted his coffee, he was capable of making coherent sentences.
They are however, only barely coherent.
She had directed him to the same table as Mr. Carn, the three of them sitting together in awkward silence, Gaige being barely capable of holding a conversation and Carn having only barely aknowledged their presence at the table. Still the two of them were in a precarious state, and she would not let it stand.
"Mr. Gaige," her voice taking on airs, "you have already passed out twice today and ended up in the infirmary, please go and get some rest before we make it a second time." She turned her attention Carn, "Mr. Carn, are you alright? You seem to be quite distracted, are you feeling well?"
--Hanger Bay--
Davis looked at the now freshly repaired aircraft. He then looked back to Courage, put on a thinking face, and answered.
"Eh, why not."
BdrLineAzn:
Hanger Bay
With a whistle, Courage motions for a fuel container to be brought over. Squeaky wheels are heard as two people cart in the tank. Lifting panels on either side of the wings, the fuel tanks are found at the edge near the wing tips.
"Ok, fuel her up," Courage says to the two. Tapping his chin, he also opens the gun panels, "Get some bullet belts here as well."
"Watch it!" a cry calls out.
Turning his head, Courage goes wide eyed as he braces himself as a magazine box is thrown towards him.
"Oof. Careful! Some of us aren't fully healed yet!" raising his bandaged arm, "Bring some more, gonna load her up."
Opening the box, he pulls out the long belt and starts to place them in the slot for the guns.
"You'll never know what is going to be out there. Can't be too careful," he says to Davis.
Engineering
"Umm, this goes where again?" asks one of his engineers.
Shaking his head, Crowe watches on as his team try to repair another panel. Already disassemble and removed the contents, they are currently trying to replace the damaged equipment.
"You know, someone call Lorena. She'll can help us," James says to them, "and keep my sanity..... First the Galley's lights, now the pressure to the toilets," saying the last bit to himself.
Nodding, one goes off to find a radio.
Storage Room Ulric's Quarters/Labratory
Leading Alision just pass the Brig, the pair find themselves at a door leading to another storage space.
"Ah here it is, I'm glad that the Commander manage to find me some space," Ulric says as he opens the door.
Inside the majority of the space is littered with books, beakers filled with different colours of liquid connecting to one another, stuffed animals, and pages plastered on the walls. In one of the corner of the room is a small twin size bead with several drawers and a portable oven.
"Sorry about the mess, I just can't seem to find the time to clean. Haha. Now the blood samples."
Taking the vials, Ulric goes over to a table and slides over the contents to one side. Grabbing a stand, he places the samples in them as he brings out more beakers and a burner. Opening a cabinet, bottles of unknown liquids are shown as he grabs several of them. Picking up the first sample, using a pipet, he draws out a drop from one of his bottles and inserts it in the blood. Mixing the vial, he turns on the burner and notices a change in color.
"Hmmmmm," he takes out a notepad and jolts down something in pencil. Turning to Alison, "You can help yourself to my equipment, this is going to be tough."
ShadedExalt:
Galley:
Slurring slightly, but smiling faintly at Ms. Belle. "Dun worry miss, ah've had worse. Jus' a lil' ou' of practice. Gimme 'nother two hourrs sleep, an' I'll be righ' as rain, you'll see." Draining the rest of his coffee, he sets in on his fried egg sandwich, somewhat messily before reminding himself that decorum is called for when in front of a lady. "Now ah'm sure you're wondering wha' could possibly been worse 'an this, but when I don't feel like ah've been rammed by a Galleon ah'll tell you."
Piemanlives:
--Galley--
Now she knew he had to get some sleep.
"Mr. Gaige, Ms. Belle is over in the kitchen, I do recommend you get some rest at least. It'll do no good for you to faint should the events of last night repeat themesleves."
--Alison/Lorena's Room--
Lorena felt the vibration of the radio before she heard what was being transmitted. Since she had woken up on the gunnery deck till... well, now, she had been working with the engineering teams to repair and replace the damage done to the hanger bay and engineering. Of course something would go wrong while she was enjoying the comfort of her own bed.
"-ally need you down here before half the wrench monkeys get their heads chewed off." The man on the otherside was her assistant on the team she led, due to her experience she had been put in charge of one of the few teams that had any actual experience.
She picked up the radio and pressed the transmit button. The engineering teams had their own set of handheld radios to coordinate repair and maintenance efforts.
"Hank could you repeat that." She let go of the transmitter.
"The newbies are screwing up-" she heard a muttered 'like usual' "and the boss man is getting irritated at them."
"So nothing new."
"Pretty much."
"Fine, I'll be there in a moment."
"Take as long as you want-" she could hear the amusment in his voice, "I want to see how far Crowe is willing to go."
--Hanger Bay--
"Right, fuel lines check out. Ammo is registered as loaded." He jostled the control stick about as he looked at his wings. "Control surfaces are active. Ready to go."
He felt his craft lift off the repaired launch bay, the doors lifting over and out to allow space to be lowered down into the skies. Engines warmed he deployed his wings and prepared himself.
"Launching." He punched the release on his control panel and gunned the engine as he fell, pulling up in a steep climb.
Ok, so not dead yet.
ShadedExalt:
Galley:
"Ah shit. Guess I am pretty ou' of it." Downing a second glass of coffee, the fog of exhaustion lifts just enough to get out a properly spoken sentence. "My apologies, Amelia. Thanks for your concern, but I really will be fine with a couple hour's sleep. You're skilled, so I can assume experience, but not how much, so forgive me if I sound patronizing here. After a decade or two of practically living on airships, you learn some lessons, first of which is to catch some sleep whenever possible. Just ask Carn. Second is how to run on minimal amounts of sleep. And thanks again for all the help last night, things would have gone a lot worse without two people who knew what they were doing."
Standing, sandwich in hand, he salutes. "Could you do me a favour, and find out how repairs are going elsewhere? When I wake up I would love to know what's going on."
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