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 Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 2:51 pm
Abigail feigned shock.
"Now what sort of person would I be if I did not enjoy it the way it was meant to be?" She grinned. "Soda is for ninnies, I only need a clean glass."
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 3:36 pm
Myles finishes his meal and carries his plate to the basin. "So, Captain, shall we go to the hold and see about those clanks while the others finish up here?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 4:16 pm
Daniel takes his dishes to the basin as well, Downing the rest of the wonderful tea.
"sure thing Myles, we'll need them for getting the ship in order. I would like to use them to clean up the rooms of the junk first if i can. Then once the ship is ready we can accept passengers or carry cargo."
""Is it alright if i leave these here Penelope? Or would you like me to wash them first?" Living with his grandfather, and later by himself, Daniel had always done his own dishes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 4:36 pm
"Just leave your dishes where they are." Penelope appreciated the offer, but she took cleaning up after meals as part of her job. If they accepted passengers, though, she may need a clank or assistant to help. Cooking for more than about 10 people was overwhelming.
"I can get everything cleaned up in two shakes of a lamb's tail."
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 5:34 pm
Myles nods and heads out into the corridor toward the hold, waiting for the captain.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 6:18 pm
"Alright" Dan says with his usual smile.
He heads out of the galley, motioning for Mylian to follow and heads to the hold. The hold was located on the fourth level, behind the modified hanger.
As they reach the hold, Daniel snags a crowbar from a tool rack and pries off the lids. Inside each crate lay a clank. Each was similar in design but had slight differences in appearance. The body was like a artists figurine the limbs skeletal but strong. In the center of the chest was a hinged cover, and next to each was a large crank.
Taking a crank and opening the cover, Daniel inserted the crank and began turing. Springs could be heard tightening in the clanks torso. After several tuns the clanks eyes opened and it sat up. *Unit operational, Orders?* it asked.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 2:13 am
"An excellent choice"
Elliot proffered the glass to Abigail, pouring another for himself with his free hand.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 6:47 am
Myles looks at the symbol branded into the wood on the crate lid. "I wonder what it means." (Ignore the hand.) 
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 10:05 am
Abigail said her thanks and proceeded to drink. It was delightful. Turning back so that she could see the table, she blinked. They had all cleared out so quickly. Perhaps she herself should be getting to work. Turning back to the bar, she continued with her drink.
"Well Eli, thank you for the drink." She finished off her glass and placed it back on the counter. "But since everyone else is getting off to work I figure I ought to do the same. No doubt the medbay will need as much attention as the rest of the rooms."
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 12:11 pm
Daneil studies the Brand for a moment, but couldnt make out the meaning. "Perhaps its the Desginer or Smiths mark."
Ordering the clank out of the crate, Daniel procedes to wind up the rest of the dozen clanks and has them line up for an inspection. Standing at nearly 7 feet tall, the clanks looked impressive.
"Well to avoid confusion lets give you guys numbers shall we? Please Kneel down all of you." Dan grabs a paint bucket, brush and stencil kit and marks each clank with a number (1-12) on its left upper torso.
"you can get up now guys." he says as he finishes. Each clank gets back to its feet and studies its new number.
"what do you think of these guys Myles? The should be able to speed up the time it'll take to clean up the ship." To the clanks, "Do any of you have any special Functions, or skills?"
"I hope they aren't completely reliant on a person..." He mumbles.
to his suprise, the fisrt clank he had activated looked at him and responded *this unit and its counterparts are capable of any position provided proper instruction*
(i'm bolding clank talk as they speak differently than humans)
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 2:17 pm
Myles listens to the tinny voice, the syllables sounding as if each is cleanly plucked out by a music box. Probably because it is.
"I've never seen anything like these before, but they seem so familiar. They certainly seem like able hands."
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 3:42 pm
[OOC: Reply concerning med bay pending actual location, assume that you have been shown and then I'll change this to a real post when I do know where it is. Hmmm....]
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 12:01 am
((OCC: Right-o then, I changed my post and I'll just follow suit and use this one for my next post.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 1:32 pm
Penelope took a few dishes to the sink, and when she returned for the others everyone had left. She shrugged and took the rest of the dishes out. Apparently, it didn't take them long to divide up and set off on different tasks. Leaving the plates, cups, and silverware in the sink, Penelope took what was left of the food --which wasn't much, surprisingly-- and froze it to use another time. Never know when you'll need something you threw out, her grandfather always said.
When the food was taken care of, she returned and washed the dishes, dried them, and put them away again. Her work done, until lunch at least, Penelope set off to clean up her room.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 11:47 pm
"Eli will be glad to know that our clanks are rather capable at their intended job. Unit one?" He addressed the fist clank, "How long will one wind keep you functional?"
*One full wind will keep this unit running for four to six hours depending on the stress of one's assigned task.* the clank replies in it's almost musical voice. something about that detail reminded Daniel of the performance my Myles this morning. What an odd thing.
"Alright" Daniel says speaing to the clanks, "Units one through six please remain here and wait for Brigadier Elliott, you will recognize him by his steel mask covering half his face. He will assign you your posts and instruct you on what to do. Units seven through twelve follow me."
"wait where are units 11 and 12?"
Looking around Daniel discovers that the last two clanks have wandered into the hanger and had begun reassembling the two broken fighters that had been left by the other crew.
"..." Daniel watches them work for a moment and shrugs, "Well they seem to be busy... Units seven through ten, lets pack away the junk in the passenger cabins and move it into the hold."
*AYE AYE* responds the clanks in unison, and they move to pick up crates for the packing. These clanks were amazing, capable of intelligent response and able to follow a task with minimal human input necessary
"You coming Myles?" Daniel asks, eying the two clanks repairing their respective ships. There would be hell to pay if they tried to use any parts from the Rocinanate.
(ooc note: the clanks are numbered to avoid confusion, but we can name them if anyone wants. Pm me ideas)
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