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Ratchet nodded at Jay and the others. "I'm Ratchet, Ratchet Nasmyth. Or E. I have a real first name, but I'm not exactly fond of it. So Ratchet works, even though it might seem a little dorky." Everybody looked so cool, especially Jay and the girl with the blue streaks in her hair. She was suddenly aware of her patchy clothes- while she was proud of them, what would they think? But she shook her head, knowing that if she fixed things up a bit in here, nobody would care how she dressed. "If nobody objects, I'm gonna take this bunk here, in the corner; I don't really care who's up top." She smiled as nicely as she could at the girl who'd thrown up; after everybody saw her get sick, she figured the poor little girl might be a bit of a pariah, and she felt bad for her. Maybe she'd want to bunk with her; if not, she might be able to convince Noel to be her bunkmate. She paused for a moment, wondering what to say next. "Also... it might be a good idea if you told me if you're having any problems with your bed. I mean... I don't think that they care too much about maintenance here. A lot of the equipment I've seen actually looks really dangerous. Whereas... I mean, I don't want to brag or anything, it's just that I've fixed a lot of things in my time. And I have a lot of tools with me." With a shy smile and a blush, she lugged her toolbag over to the bed she'd chosen and pried out a few loose staples with the screwdriver on her belt. "If I'm gonna be a Beaver, I'm gonna be the best Beaver I can be. We're a team, I guess, and I don't want my teammates gettin' hurt from broken beds!"

Ratchet smiled at the other girls as they began to drift off. "I think that if we work together, we'll all be just fine. I'll build, you cook, and somebody can bum a lighter off that pyro boy. G'night, Serena! G'night, Jay! G'night, everybody else who's going to bed! I think I'm gonna unpack a little first; I want my toothbrush and pajamas. And my ratchet, she thought to herself. Normal Audio children had teddy bears or security blankets. Ratchet had, well, a ratchet. She'd been fascinated with it as a pup, loved the noise it made and the way it spun, and it only made sense that her grandfather had surrendered the tool to her. She'd carried it around ever since; knowing that it was there had kept her sane so far. So long as she had her tools, she'd be absolutely fine. Ab-so-lute-ly. On top of her tools was a large roll of leather with straps; this she would hang from the top bunk. At one time it had been a tie rack of sorts, but she'd appropriated it to hang her tools when she went places or was doing a job outside and couldn't hang onto a tool box. Grinning, she hung it from the bunk above her as she removed the plastic bag underneath it containing her toothbrush and toothpaste. Her clothes were all under her tools; she'd unpack and sort the tools first to see what would need to be the most useful here. But as she dug around in the bag for the familiar feel of cool metal blades and dull resin shafts, a strange texture met her questing paw. What...

What were these things and where were her tools?

...a plastic hammer?

...a wooden screwdriver?

...was that a Transformer?

Frantically, she dug through her bag, waiting to meet her tools. The joke was becoming increasingly unfunny, and, when she hit the bottom and came across her clothes, she'd found none of her original tools. From her carefully selected supply of gadgets, gizmos, a good sturdy hammer, three varieties of specalized screwdriver, her entire driving and trimming set, her woodworking knives, her files, her rasps, her miniature power drill... only her one good monkey wrench remained, along with the indispensible ball peen hammer and flathead screwdriver on her belt. Even her maglite had been replaced with a plastic tiger that shot light out of its mouth and roared comically when a button on its tail was pressed. She scattered toys all over the floor near her bed. Where was it? It was at the very bottom, right on top of her clothes. Her ratchet. They couldn't have gotten that. It was hidden! But aside from her clothes, there was nothing at the bottom, save for two bricks; she assumed they were to make up the weight. She stared at her ruined toolkit in horror. She was damn sure those tools were in her bag before she left for camp; she'd spent three hours packing them! And she'd NEVER forgotten her ratchet before. Her siblings would never do such a thing, and they didn't even have toys like this at her house. There was only thing that could possibly have happened. Somebody must have done this on the boat or in the mess hall when she was either unconscious or not paying attention. But who would do that? Who had such a sick sense of humor that they'd take away her defining feature? Who was that much of an utter b*****d that they'd take her tools? Her ratchet for Chrissakes! This was... she saw how they tricked them, saw how they split up friendships. But this was beyond the pale here. Ratchet was too outraged to do anything other than curl up fully clothed on the scratchy sheets, the stupid toys scattered near her bed, and whimper quietly, clutching her wrench. Gone were all thoughts of the other campers; she didn't care what she looked like to them. All she knew was that she'd been robbed and... from the look of it, she'd never be able to get them back again. She didn't even know who had taken them, didn't have any suspects, and certainly didn't have any enemies yet. And if the camp staff took them... Suddenly, Ratchet didn't want to be at camp at all any more.

Jennifer had snuck in while everyone else was sleeping, and just -Couldn't- sleep. So, she sat on an availible top bunk and listened to her music, swinging a glowstick around. She wasn't noticed as Serena and another girl left the cabin, but she shrugged it off.
She'd wait to get to know more than one person on the team before heading out to breakfast though, so she just waited~

She watched the other late walker-in-er with a smile. She was usually fascinated with the British and wondered HOW she could have missed this guy. But she also felt sorry for him and the other guy...the only ones in a cabin full of girls. Well, She'd make the best of it and make friends.

Jumping down off of her bunk (Which was now completely decked out in neon colors and glowy shiny things) she headed towards the back to where he was and smiled eagerly. "Hi there!"

ADD. She had it.
Switching her attention to the girl who'd just walked back in, she grinned. She liked her just for being so...-shiny- (Best word she could come up with). But the way she had arrived worried her a bit.

"Is somethin' wrong?" She asked delicately, pushing some of her hair behind her ears and tilting her head to the side. She -usually- wasn't one to pry, but hey, the better she started knowing everyone, the easier it would be to survive, right?

Noel smiled down, charmingly, at the new girl he had failed to see earlier. She was nice enough to approach him, that was a good character trait.

"'Ello," He purposely put an extra effort into his accent.

His attention was quickly adverted when the green girl from earlier stomped in. Man she didn't seem happy about something...

"Hey, your that gal that was talking to Axl," He gave her a nod but seemingly said nothing more just listened. Honestly, he couldn't believe his luck still being in a cabin with mostly girls and some other guy. It was still so surreal. What luck~!