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 Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 6:14 pm
Good lord and Abigail thought she was a chatterbox. She opened her mouth to answer some of the lady's questions but quickly found herself left in the dust; the girl had already moved onward to other things and offered little time for any reply. She continued to ramble and Abigail became aware that this woman wasn't exactly speaking to her anymore. Sighing, Abigail ignored Daniel's little tumble and decided that the situation no longer called for her anymore. Giving a curt nod to the gentleman the gregarious girl had brought with her, Abigail excused herself and made the short trip to her room. Grabbing her coat, gloves and purse, Abigail decided to take a walk back down through the docks. Pulling on her gloves as she exited the ship, she shot a quick glance over the crowd. It might be best to keep her guard up, especially after her close encounter earlier.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 6:43 pm
[wandering the ship/hanger] (also is that pusher plane still being repaired and is it in the hanger?)
He whistles for his dog again as he explores the airship. Going from room to room, he gets hopelessly lost in the ship. Some how one minute he ended up in the bridge and the next the cargo hold. Until he ends up in the hanger, smiling softly to him self as he is reminded of the church. His expression turns glum as he rubs the place where his cross was. She's gonna kill me when she finds out that those pirates took the cross. He wishes that he could contact the sisters and tell them, but alas the cross was the only way he could contact them. Moch sits down next to him and wags his tail, looking up at him happily.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 7:26 pm
(yes the pusher plane and the tug balloon still need some attention to be useable, but they are almost ready to fly, thanks to a few clanks working on it. but pilots are needed to take over when ever we find any.)
Daniel rubs his jaw in thought, noticing a crop of stubble on his face that needed to be taken care of. "are you any good with machines? we got some small craft in tha hanger with out pilots, and whenever Eliot (our gunnery commander) returns it would be nice to have a few organic gunners for him."
Daniel took a good look at the man in the galley door way, waving him in and gesturing to what was left of Penelope's muffin feast.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 8:22 pm
[Hanger]
He pulls out a large wrapped up bundle out of one of his pockets in his tool belt and sets it on the ground. Kneeling on the ground and claps his hands in prayer.
"Father, May your holy name be honored:
May your kingdom come.
Give us day by day the food we need.
And so I say unto you, Ask and ye shall receive!!" He steps back as the bundle opens in a cross shape with almost every thing an Airship repairman needs. Even though he really could use a bath and a bed, NOTHING irradiated him more then a ship not in perfect working condition. But a few flying pipe wrenches to the head caused that.
"Well i guess we'll bed here tonight pup..." He leans down to ruffle the fur on his dog's head and sets out to work on the plane.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:56 pm
[Hanger/under Pusher plane]
He sleepily hums old songs and hymns to himself as he works half consciously on the pusher plane, making sure he he counts the gear ticking down to the second perfectly. As long as he kept in harmony of the gears, he could fix this thing in his sleep. He continues to mindless work until his dog starts to bark at the man that's approaching.
"Who Goes there??" He stops and moves out from under the plane.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 10:24 pm
[galley]
“Oh, that is true! Even though, sitting on the floor could prove to be welcome change in point-of-view, I suppose.” Lenore gives in and giggles as well.
Looking around and noticing that Finagle and the lady had left, Lenore straightens up, then grins wryly. I really have to stop talking so much, forgot how much it annoys people. And I never did catch her name, ah well... I'll have to remember to do that later. And apologise if I came off as being rude.
She studies the room while Eldon and the captain discuss their terms, taking in everything she can. The most interesting thing by far was the exceptionally crafted clank, despite it being a little creepy; for some reason, it gave her a distinct feeling of being alive, or at least almost. That was… odd - Lenore had never felt that from a mechanical creation before. She didn’t see the little teapot at first, but was instantly charmed by its antics when she did. “Oh, it’s adorable! Is it yours, sir? It seems to like you! Er.. At least, it likes imitating you, the cheeky little thing.” She laughs as it takes another ‘tumble.’
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 6:37 am
[the anachronism]
Yousha nearly burst the roof of his house.
he was almost jumping with joy.
he'd finally got a job...the telegram grave him directions as to where to go and such.
he threw all of his beloved tools into his tattered satchel bag, all of his other belongings in a cloth sack and dragged it out of his cluttered tiny shelter he'd made.
he didn't bother going back to his actual room aboard the Anachronism. he didn't even use it much... and besides.. his rent was up anyways..
he swayed through the corridors humming as he pointed his finger in the direction he was going. but didn't look up from the paper..
he turned and stopped when he came to the hanger,
he waltzed in and started looking at the index for his new placement
"the Khaos.." he muttered out loud.
he continued the same as what he'd been doing and directed himself to the great ship.
finding his way in through its open hangar bay.
[the khaos>hangar]
"hmm.. nobody seems to be about...." he muttered again...
"heeeelllooooooo?" his voice echoed around the hangar.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 10:00 am
~ Galley ~
"Excuse me, that's my he----R---ee--NG-nto"
Myles has now reached his arm into the open top of the clank's head and is feeling around down inside it. "I see... this is a different voice box than the other clanks. Those have a two part system that manipulates a small drum for the fricative sounds and a plucked metal tine for the aspirants. This one... does both with one system. There's a spring... and the spring mount changes tension while these various tools manipulate it. A brush for the sibilants, a rubber tipped stop for the fricatives, a rake for the aspirants... this is amazing- OW!"
He pulls his hand out. "You pinched my finger in the mechanism. I was only seeing how it worked."
The golden clank delicately raises a thumb to its nose, waggles its fingers, and makes a sound that is unmistakably intended to be a razzberry.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 2:16 pm
yousha looked in awe, examining and climbing all over the ships within the hangar. he sat upon the wing of one of the fighter planes examining its artillery.
he slid back and hung down by the back of his calves and bent his back so he was in an awkward position, but it was alright, his body was unusually flexible. He tilted his head back so he could get a good look at the artillery attached to the wing, "hmm"ing and "ooh"ing at the design
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 6:00 pm
[hangar]
yousha rolled up and sat on the wing.
"hmm.. i guess i could start huh?... hmmm..." he spoke to himself aloud "hmm"ing away as he began to pull out his trusty tools.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 7:09 pm
"Oi..." He rubs his temple feeling his headache come back like a bag of bricks to the head. "Who the hell are you? Not to be rude or anythin'." He crosses his arms and leans against the pusher plane that he was working on as his pet starts to growl deeply at the young man.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 10:28 pm
[Galley/Kitchen]
Penelope had to hold on to the doorframe to stay on her feet, she was laughing so hard. Her giggle box had fallen over, and she couldn't control it. First it was Mr Daniel falling, then it was the strange woman crooning over the teapot, and now the gold clank showing a sense of humor that Penelope had never seen before.
The idea that the gold clank had a mind inside of it was just barely beyond Penelope's comprehension. She hadn't been able to keep up in the conversation very well, science wasn't her thing, and only understood that Mr Myles had studied and copied the works of someone named Jeckyll and created an alternate personality.
She calmed after a moment and forced herself to resume tidying to keep from paying too close attention to the activities in the galley and losing control of her giggles again.
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