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 Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 9:03 pm
Myles is sitting on the prow of the airship, watching the sunrise and playing softly on an ukulele.
"Are you all right, captain?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 1:45 am
"i'll be ok, just need some repairs. I tripped and knocked this crate," he indicates the box under his arm "right off the dock and into open air. but i got it now. Has the same symbol on it as the crates." Daniel walks up the gangplank and int the ship and to the captains lock box and places the box inside.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 7:59 am
Myles goes below deck and seeks out Daniel. "Wait, you say you knocked it off the dock, but where did it come from before that?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 9:39 pm
Daniel locks the crate in the safe. " I dont remember unloading this box, just the big ones. It must have been packed with the others and fell out when i unloaded."
Daniel grabs his shoulder with his good arm and pops the joint and drops the broken arm onto a desk. Reaching into a trunk labeled "Limbs" In mediocre handwriting, Daniel pulls out an arm. THis one isn't as good as the last arm but would work for now. As soon as he had poped the arm back into the joint. the metal arm began to tremor and re arange itself into a copy of the one that had broken. "wow nice to know it fixes itself, wonder why it didnt repair the other arm?"
To Myles, "as you can see and may have guessed before im not entierly human anymore." He pulls the sleavs and plating back over the metal armature.
Lets go take a look at those crates, Ms Bruno had said she was sending clanks for our crew."
"but first, you hungry?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 6:21 am
"Indeed I am. But I'm wondering where the trunk could have come from. Because I saw the dock workers loading the last of the crates, and there was no trunk there."
And after a moment he says honestly, "You're more human than some I've met who've got all their original parts."
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 9:24 am
"could the crate have been delivered seperatly? But if thats so, why didnt anyone mention it to us? Lets go find something to eat, I'll see if penelope needs any help."
Daniel heads out of the cabin and towards the galley on the second level.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:27 am
"Lead the way, mon capitan."
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 8:43 pm
((Sorry for the disappearance, gents, I didn't even think about my RPs when I left for a few days.))
Penelope was surprised that the man both found her and that he knew her name, but she gladly accepted the help and was settled into her room fairly quickly.
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Dawn came quickly and Penelope's inner alarm clock had her out of bed without her having to see the sun rising. She found her way to the galley quickly, and without getting too lost, and was just beginning to set out breakfast.
She stood in the pantry and pulled flour and coffee grounds from shelves and set them on the counter. Penelope then went into the freezer, a room the size of the pantry with walls padded to keep it cold and blocks of ice stacked around, and emerged with eggs in one arm and a sausage in the other.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:16 pm
Daniel and Myles enter into the galley to find Penelope already up and busy making breakfast.
"wow you guys wake up early." Daniel said with a smile. "Need any help back there?"
Daniel picks up a teapot, fills it with water and sets it on the stove top. To his astonishment the kettle squeals when it his the metal and scrambles off on four stubby legs.
"what in tarnation?" Daniel mutters as the kettle makes indignant whistling noises at him. "a clock work teapot?"
(OOC: the kettle is the one on my avi, reminds me of a little clank^_^)
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 11:03 pm
"Good morning, sirs!" Penelope was not expecting anyone to show up until she was done cooking, but help was always welcome. She giggled at the clock-work teapot and got down a pan, checking it for clock-work before putting it over a flame then putting sausage into it. "It's amazing what you'll find around here."
There were still spare parts all over the floor of her room, she had been too tired or too lazy to do anything more than clear a path or two before going to bed. If she tried, or had the skill, there were probably any number of things that could be made from just the junk in one room alone.
"Here," Penelope got down a regular, non active teapot and set it on the counter near Captain Daniel. "Maybe you should try one that won't run from you."
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 1:16 am
Dan smiled "thanks Penelope, Guess i should have looked it over before putting it on the stove. this ship must have had all kinds of adventures. speaking of which, I repainted her last night and she looks like she did in here glory days" Daniel's face is split with a big grin. Daniel had an almost Kid like enthusiasm.
To the clockwork teapot Daniel apologizes, but instead of words coming out of his mouth, short whistles of steam come out. Daniel claps his hands over his mouth in shock. "since when did I speak steam tongue??"
The kettle stops for a moment, then the round pattern on the side of the pot opens to reveal a lens. It whistles happily and hops up Dan's arm to his shoulder and rubs against his head.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 6:33 am
"I think it likes you." Myles goes to the cupboards with a dance in his step, and starts taking out plates for all. They are metal, of course, as ceramic dishes wouldn't be likely to survive in an airship that's seen such vigorous activity. He sets out three places around the end of a table, with one at the head near a large chair for Daniel.
He then retrieves some silverware and juggles some of it as he goes back to the table.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 8:01 am
The teapot hopped off Dan's Shoulder and scampered across a counter to a dispenser attached to one wall. The lid opened on the top of the kettle and it bumped the wall and a few tea leaves dropped from the dispenser into the kettle. Danile takes out a few cups and sets them at each place, the kettle hopping on his shoulder again as he goes to the table. It hops down onto the table and puffs of steam start to pour out the spout. The kettle then proceedes to pour tea for everyone, its back legs extending to tip it up.
Daniel smiles at the kettle, whoever made this little guy was a genius.
one thought darkens Daniel's mind on this otherwise cheerful morning, As most of his body was mechanical, could he still eat? did he even have something to replace his stomach? "Be back in a sec" Daniel steps out and opens up his torso, "whew," He sighs in relief. any food he ate would drop into the his furnace and would help with making more steam.
stepping back into the galley he notices Myles juggling the silverware, "Wow, a musician, pilot and performer. You got a load of talent there Myles"
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 5:20 pm
"Well, my dear Rocinante cannot sing for her supper, so I was required to learn to do it for her."
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 9:29 pm
Penelope took the sausages from the stovetop and put them on the table, then opened the oven to check on the biscuits she had put in a few minutes before. The rush of hot air made her turn away in time to see the clockwork kettle pouring tea. She smiled, amused, and returned to cooking. The biscuits were almost ready, but not quite, she decided as she closed the oven.
"Beg pardon, who is Rocinante?"
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