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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

Oh he was alright with something, for sure.

[It's a dry, amused mutter, mostly to himself.]

Well- unless there was another time he went drinking with his buddies and got so sauced that he got his first ever hangover.

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[Gonou is going to interpret that as: he seemed pleased with himself.

-- And, in fact, that brightens his own mood considerably.]

Not so far as I know. It was a nice party...

Ah -- you said the engine is sounding much better now?

[littletonoidea]

Ehh. [You can practically hear the hand wobble that goes with the sound.] Better is relative. Just based on sound quality alone I'd say we've gone from "women and children first" to just "hit the deck".

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Good! Because I haven't heard anything encouraging about the last time everyone had to use the lifeboats.

I, ah. Is there anything a person can do who's never been close to a spaceship engine before?

[This situation is making him very anxious. He would like to help....]

[littletonoidea]

Put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye? Phone home and tell your wife you love her one last time before you go?

[They're obviously rhetorical, but not spitefully so. His tone is actually sympathetic.]

Engines are hard, man. I didn't know what I was playing with half the time, and I honestly don't know how much better J-dog is when half the space is like someone stripped Diagon Alley for parts. We're way out of our element.

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[Gonou's laugh is arid. Phone home and--]

Ah, that's a shame. I was hoping you'd say, 'Yes, we're coddling enormous numbers of metal frogs, another pair of hands would be perfect--'

[The Barge is just weird enough that there's a possibility what she needs isn't technical assistance.]

There aren't any kinds of manuals?

[littletonoidea]

If there were, who knows if they'd even be in English. Or at least the dummy's version of English, I'm not good with all that technical crap.

[He absorbs it, sure, but he doesn't use it himself. Too complicated.]

Look, if we find anything where we need a super cool assassin-man to give us a hand? You're first on my list. Or, hey, if you wanna give us a hand with the engine, I can run you through Space Repairs for Dummies. I've named all the pieces at this point.

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[Gonou clears his throat.]

... Jacobi's teaching me basic computer programming and Shen Wei has been catching me up with modern physics and mathematics?

[He has skills that aren't murder. He does, damn it.]

But I, ah, don't really know anything about mechanical repairs.

I wouldn't mind learning.

... especially since I think we've made all of the travel food we can possibly carry, by now.

[littletonoidea]

Yeah, that sounds about right. I can grab a toolkit from the maintenance closet, we can dismantle some stuff in my room? It's basically the mess hall from the Hephaestus, so there's plenty of modern-age techno bullshit for us to screw around with without hurting anyone else.

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[Immediately] Yes -- please. If you don't mind?