Build A Better Ship Maybe

[plate_builder]

WHO: Reeve Tuesti, Open
WHERE: The Lower Level
WHAT: Restoring the hull, drinking the worst coffee
WHEN: During First Event Phase
WARNINGS: None (unless you count peanut butter flavored coffee)

I. Another Brick In The Wall | Engineering Lower Level

Reeve was far from the first one down the hole. There were plenty of people more experienced with things like this, and Reeve knew that he was usually better if he let other people rush in first and then handle more clean up after. Which is why he comes in now, a bit delayed, with a satchel full of tools and Mini.

And of course, within moments, he's found himself by the damaged exterior wall of the hull. Reeve frowns at it, through the forcefield, to the expanse of space.

"Should have listened to you more, Cid," he sighs before setting his tool back down and taking out his datapad. "Mini, you know what to do."

The mechanical cat nods and moves off, clearly going to evaluate things from another angle for Reeve.

II. It's Caffeine I Guess | Mess Hall

Any major project still requires food and drink after all. Something to keep you moving, to give you fuel for the next stage. Historically Reeve's been bad at dealing with that in bad situations.

He was just used to the food being more... appetizing.

Reeve sits at one of the Mess Hall tables, frowning at the steaming mug of brew in front of him. It smells and looks vaguely like coffee. But damn if he wasn't nervous to taste it. Just sitting there, tired as hell, frowning. Was it possible this was going to taste as bad as he feared? Yep. Probably.

Comments

I

[tyrants_son]

The Exo's footfalls are rather distinct, bearing some weight due to his robotic build. For a change he's without helmet nor coat, deciding that it's more practical to work in such a tight space without either to be snagging on things. As such he probably might make for a startling surprise given his general intense air.

Unlike Cayde, Felwinter dresses almost plainly under his greatcoat, a somewhat faded black long-sleeved, fitted tunic and his usual pants and boots. There weren't exactly many places to shop out in a ruined, Dark Age Earth, and at the time he'd been pulled from his keep, he'd had much more pressing matters to worry about than clothing that wasn't likely pulled from a dead body.

His Ghost drifts in his wake, scanning the surroundings as they make way, mapping out their progress.

[plate_builder]

It is most definitely the most plain that Reeve will have seen Felwinter before. Not that he immedaitely notices the approach. No, it's Mini that catches the sound of him and goes to investigate. And offers an eager wave.

"Oy! Felwinter, Felspring! Wha' are ya doin?"

Because maybe they can pool resources and skills here.

[tyrants_son]

"Mini," Felwinter greets, offering the cat a nod. "We're assessing damages in order to see where we can best be of assistance."

Felspring floats back over beside him, glancing at Mini. "I'm guessing you're with Reeve. This place is something else. Did we figure out what caused the explosion?"

[plate_builder]

"Nah. Explosions ain't Reeve's specialty," Mini says. "Ya gotta ask others. But recovery from explosions he can do. And he got himself a hole he needs help with."

[tyrants_son]

"What is the extent of the damage?" the warlord asks, gesturing for Mini to lead them to where Reeve is.

[plate_builder]

"Well seems that thar's a forcefield thingy covering the hole for now. But it ain't good."

And they could all suffer from that. So it's important to get this dealt with.

"These ships, they need to be sealed for safe breathing, right?"

[tyrants_son]

Felwinter nods. "This is so. The majority aboard this ship do need to breathe. We will have to make repairs. Do we have the means?"

[plate_builder]

Now isn't that the question.

"Reeve is tryin' ta figure out how ta do the repairs. Maybe ya could give him some extra eyes?"

Now Mini's walking away, hoping the other two will follow him.

[tyrants_son]

"Of course." They're here, it would be remiss of them not to see if they can't contribute to a solution.

Felwinter walks after Mini, Felspring drifting along behind him, continuing scans. "We might have to get a look from the outside as well," the Ghost observes, hurrying to catch up.

[plate_builder]

"Ah'm not sure that's possible," Mini noted, bringing them down the hall and around a corridor to see the expanse of blown out wall protected by forcefield where Reeve was standing.

"Mini is right. I'd be scared to try and open this barrier for a moment, lest we depressurize," Reeve says as a means of greeting. "Felwinter, Felspring, a pleasure as always."

[tyrants_son]

The Exo nods at Reeve once they come within view of him. "Not from within. Outside. There are other ways to access the exterior of the ship," he replies, because going through the barrier had not even crossed his mind. But then not all these people are not spacefaring sorts, he recalls, and although he himself has not had personal experience, he's aware of things.

"We can use the shuttles, can we not? Bring one around to inspect the ship's exterior. I am not aware if there are suits available for proper protection for others, but I should be fine if repairs must be done from outside." Theoretically Cayde would too, but he has no idea where the other Exo's gone off to.

[plate_builder]

How intriguing. Was that truly possible? Could an Exo function in that environment. Reeve considers very seriously.

"I think you would require a pilot to assist you in placing the shuttle, in that situation. Even engineers can only set a limited auto pilot."

[tyrants_son]

"Most likely," Felwinter agrees. There's always been a catch to everything. "But that is only a slight setback." Surely they can find a pilot.

2.

[thelastechidna]

Knuckles comes in looking frustrated and exhausted. "What's that?" he asks, noticing the coffee. He's never quite smelled anything like this variety.

[plate_builder]

"That is, I fear, my own question in this situation," Reeve says with a sigh. It's rather... impressively unnerving to smell this thing.

"It is supposed to be caffeinated."

[thelastechidna]

"It smells like peanut butter cups," Knuckles says. It's not really a bad smell, but how will it taste?

[plate_builder]

"Why would you put peanut butter in a cup?"

Oh Knuckles, he doesn't even have those.

[thelastechidna]

"It's some kind of chocolate candy with peanut butter inside," Knuckles says. He decides to try the stuff and gets a mug of it.

[plate_builder]

"Chocolate and peanut butter? Together? That sounds like a horrible idea."

Reeve is still staring at the mug as if he can't trust it.

"I need the caffeine, but I didn't bring coffee with us."

[thelastechidna]

Knuckles shrugs. "Some people love it."

He tries the coffee, decides it's not bad, and keeps drinking it.

[plate_builder]

"Why would someone even put those together?"

But he can accept that he supposes. Okay. Time to commit.

Reeve takes a slow, cautious sip.

"Huh."

[thelastechidna]

"I don't know who started it," Knuckles shrugs. "Some candy company, I guess. I never tried it until I got off of Angel Island."

[plate_builder]

Candy company, huh? Yes, that sounds like something they would do. Reeve sighs and nods along.

"I suppose it is not that bad after all."

[thelastechidna]

"Yeah, there's a lot worse out there," Knuckles says. He tried some pretty strange things on Chris's world.

[plate_builder]

"I fear I do not want to know. Lest speaking of it bring it here," Reeve says, shaking his head. But he's got his drink and he's definitely sipping at it now. "I could do with less peanut butter flavor though."