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[May 27, 2008][Original] Mechanical Talk and Troubles
Title: Mechanical Talk and Troubles
Day/Theme: May 27, 2008 "Biding time with the crows and sparrows"
Series: Original (Navigator)
Character/Pairing: Marguerite, Parsa, Brenna
Rating: G
"Give me a flashlight or something," Marguerite said, reaching an open hand out and up behind her for the desired implement to be passed down. Underneath the complex mass of wires and pipelines, she seemed a little like a mechanic under the belly of one of those electric cars so popular on Mars.
"Flashlight?" Parsa asked aloud. He never could remember the names for some of these Earthling devices. He thought in Lingwan, not English. And these weren't the kind of words they taught in "Beginner's English" either.
"Flashlight," Brenna repeated, in what she hoped would seem like a helpful manner, as she passed the requested object to Parsa.
He looked the tool over, toying with it to cement its image along with its name in his mind. Still feeling like a bit of a fool, he handed over the flashlight.
Marguerite flipped it on and began peering more intently around the dark compartment. "I can't see any loose or frayed wires. It looks like everything's in place too. I just don't know what the problem is..."
"Maybe it wasn't the actual physical components down here that were experiencing the problem. Maybe it's something in the computer relay system," Brenna suggested. She fiddled with a screwdriver and leaned back against the wall.
Parsa remained where he was, crouched over his extensive tool kit. The screwdriver in Brenna's hand was his. He made a mental note to make sure she gave it back and didn't accidentally stick it in her pocket and walk off with it. Brenna had a pretty bad habit of taking other people's things without realizing it. It made him loathe to loan her anything. He never felt all that comfortable asking for the item back.
"Ouch!" the first officer yelled as she bumped her head on a particularly thick pipe. This is like spelunking in a junk heap! Who designed this crazy interface?! How it is not considered too dangerous to have all these crazy wires going every which way?!"
"Remind me of that next time we're in port. I'll contact my brother. He's a safety inspector for space vessels. Maybe we're not up to code."
Parsa vaguely wondered why he'd ever thought it would be fun to volunteer to work on the Earth vessel.
Day/Theme: May 27, 2008 "Biding time with the crows and sparrows"
Series: Original (Navigator)
Character/Pairing: Marguerite, Parsa, Brenna
Rating: G
"Give me a flashlight or something," Marguerite said, reaching an open hand out and up behind her for the desired implement to be passed down. Underneath the complex mass of wires and pipelines, she seemed a little like a mechanic under the belly of one of those electric cars so popular on Mars.
"Flashlight?" Parsa asked aloud. He never could remember the names for some of these Earthling devices. He thought in Lingwan, not English. And these weren't the kind of words they taught in "Beginner's English" either.
"Flashlight," Brenna repeated, in what she hoped would seem like a helpful manner, as she passed the requested object to Parsa.
He looked the tool over, toying with it to cement its image along with its name in his mind. Still feeling like a bit of a fool, he handed over the flashlight.
Marguerite flipped it on and began peering more intently around the dark compartment. "I can't see any loose or frayed wires. It looks like everything's in place too. I just don't know what the problem is..."
"Maybe it wasn't the actual physical components down here that were experiencing the problem. Maybe it's something in the computer relay system," Brenna suggested. She fiddled with a screwdriver and leaned back against the wall.
Parsa remained where he was, crouched over his extensive tool kit. The screwdriver in Brenna's hand was his. He made a mental note to make sure she gave it back and didn't accidentally stick it in her pocket and walk off with it. Brenna had a pretty bad habit of taking other people's things without realizing it. It made him loathe to loan her anything. He never felt all that comfortable asking for the item back.
"Ouch!" the first officer yelled as she bumped her head on a particularly thick pipe. This is like spelunking in a junk heap! Who designed this crazy interface?! How it is not considered too dangerous to have all these crazy wires going every which way?!"
"Remind me of that next time we're in port. I'll contact my brother. He's a safety inspector for space vessels. Maybe we're not up to code."
Parsa vaguely wondered why he'd ever thought it would be fun to volunteer to work on the Earth vessel.