We Be Shipping (Not like that)

[thepurpleone]

WHO: Donnie and you?
WHERE: Agrii Ship, Glitter Party
WHAT: Fixing things and making it better. ...okay he's trying.
WHEN: Mid-late this month
WARNINGS: N/A


I. Not the Most Agrii-able
This still isn't quite the space adventure that Donnie nor any of his brothers have envisioned, but it's almost one step closer. At least in going back and forth on the shuttles, he can almost pretend for a moment that they might be traveling to distant galaxies. Just...really slowly.

He hadn't taken much convincing by Leo to come to the decision to stay aboard the main ship, and both of them felt some responsibility in helping out the Blues, especially with Te Mi stretching himself thin.

One would think that with all the things going on in Agrii town, being aboard the ship is the last place anyone would want to be. But that's where the problems are, that's the next thing that has to be fixed, and at least with a majority of the Agrii secluding themselves to one part of the ship, it at least means there's less of a chance to be swarmed, and maybe Donnie can get some actual work done, especially if it keeps the Oranges from attempting to be destructive.


II. All That Glitters
The only thing that Donnie objects to aboard the Agrii ship is the attempted enforced naptimes. But while it would be more convenient figuring out if and where the Agrii had a forge or something similar to make use of, he at least knows he won't get interrupted from some good solid work if he does so aboard the He Row ship he's been assigned.

There's been a pile of neatly stacked titanium ingots within the room the forge is contained, an assignment Scuttle had taken to with the utmost responsibility. Forge all fired up, Donnie's been working his way through hammering out some plating for a new battle shell. Something sleeker and lighter that won't take up so much room under his clothes, but still hold up when he needs the protection.

The one he'd been using still needs the shoulder piece repaired, badly dented in as it had been, but Donnie's still trying to figure out the best way to go about it. There really isn't a simple solution when everything's been designed to be fitted perfectly. Either way, the state around the forge room is either the near incessant clanging paired with the heavy thump of dubstep or an upbeat techno tune, or simply the latter as lack of enforced naptimes means impromptu pass-out times, nestled on the floor under a blanket.

Comments

[thepurpleone]

"Yeah, don't I know it," Donnie snorts at the last. He's not outright bitter about his dad's parenting skills, but he knows there could have been...a lot of things that were handled better.

[ziedrich_bearer]

Well now that gets a raised eyebrow, but Gladio doesn't pry.

"And sometimes people your age are the sort of change the world needs. Proud of you for the work you're doing here."

Gladio had noticed more than once that the youths that tended to end up on Agra-10 were the sort that needed (and deserved) positive reinforcement from the adults around them.

[thepurpleone]

Donnie looks a bit conflicted at that. True he loves sucking up praise and acknowledgment like a sponge, hording every drop for as rare a thing as it can be, but he doesn't know that he's actually done anything here. He hadn't solved the storm situation, he'd been looking in a completely different direction. The rest of the time he feels like he's only managed to gather bits and pieces like he has several different jigsaw puzzles going but all of them so very incomplete.

He rubs at his arm, looking at the floor. "...whatever work that is. I think all I've been doing is making my brother worry the past months."

[ziedrich_bearer]

"I don't mean the past months," Gladio says, his voice firm. "I mean here. Been talking to Dart-"

Because of course the ship had chosen another name.

"-to pass the time. It told me about the work you've been doing with it. That's important stuff. I've got all this knowledge in my head that shouldn't be mine, but I want to make sure it's safe. I don't change it in case it fries me. But someone has to pilot the big ships. So thank you for watching out for us."

[thepurpleone]

The turtle blinks up at him. It takes him a moment to even figure who he's referring to because he sure doesn't know any Darts.

"....oh." It's a cautious smile that starts to pull across his lips. "I thought it was important. We weren't given much choice to use them but...that just makes it more necessary to know if we're actually just receiving information that's relevant."

It's been a lot of work but it's not something he feels should have corners cut.

"I want to be sure."

[ziedrich_bearer]

"It is important," Gladio agrees. "And you've got the brain for it. Pretty damn valuable if you ask me."

And so he gets to praise the kid for something he feels like he actually did. That's useful too.

[thepurpleone]

That gets something of a hopeful look from Donnie, a warm feeling swelling in his chest.

"There's still a lot I need to go through, but we don't get to come up here very often so I need to make the most of it." At least he's been able to do more research things now that they don't have to babysit Agrii from killing each other so much.

[ziedrich_bearer]

"Good luck with it. Remember to take rest breaks. Or I'll come over here and carry you to a bed."

With that said Gladio salutes and resumes his stroll toward their shuttle.

"I'm gonna get my sleep."

[thepurpleone]

Donnie groans at the threat.

"Yeah, enjoy," he says, waving after him before turning to continue on his own way.

[ziedrich_bearer]

Gladio heads into the shuttle and shoots one message from his device before starting the thing into motion.

I do mean it. I'll find you. So don't work forever.

[thepurpleone]

That's almost as scary as an actual stalker message. Donnie shudders as he looks at his tablet, grumbling as he shoves it back into his pocket. No point in making promises he can't keep.