[ 002 : VOICE + SPAM ]

[inhistorybooks]

[Spam for the Engine Room + Level Eight]

[Trip hasn't necessarily been avoiding Felix since they got back from port, but he's certainly giving him space, which is why he's been careful to avoid hanging around the engine room while he's scheduled to be there. Apart from that, though, doing some work down there on trying to figure out how exactly this ship ran and what they could to to keep it running was a pretty good distraction from feeling like he'd made the biggest mistake of his life agreeing to come here.

So he's become a relatively common sight entering and leaving the engine room, occasionally covered in grease or grime or dust, and he works quietly if anyone else isn't interested in conversation, or engages more or less enthusiastically if the rest of the staff's willing not to be intolerable to talk with.]

[Private to Felix, after this thread.]

Dean told me what happened. You alright?

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[velocette]

[He has no inmate yet, so most of the time he wanders the ship and watches people. But engines have always had a special place in his heart, half the reason for his moniker, so he gravitates to the engine room at the end of the day.]

It's beautiful, isn't it.

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[inhistorybooks]

[Trip closes the door behind him and locks it securely, taking a step out into the hallway in case anyone still in there needed to get out later. He's just a little suspicious of letting unauthorized personnel into the room. B(

But he shrugs and manages a friendly smile anyway.]

It's pretty interesting, but I'm always gonna be partial to the ones back home.

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[velocette]

[It's a smart idea. The last thing they need is someone trying to sabotage or 'make improvements'.]

You know how they work? Inside and out?

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[inhistorybooks]

No one knows anything about this ship inside and out.

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[velocette]

[He nods, looking past him for a moment, at the wall.]

Could you teach me what you do know?

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[inhistorybooks]

[Trip looks at him the littlest bit suspiciously.]

You a warden or an inmate?

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[velocette]

Warden. I just got here.

[He's not sure how long he's been here, so he'll just leave it at that.]

But I like machines. And when I have an inmate, it's probably a good idea to know more than they do about this place.

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[inhistorybooks]

Probably. [He still hesitates a beat before pulling out his comm.]

You mind if I fact check? It's nothing personal, we just try to be careful about this kinda thing. [And he types out "what's your favorite color?" on a warden filter to the stranger. If he can see it, he's a warden, if not, he's an inmate trying to sneak into the engine room.]

[velocette]

[The question itself strikes him as funny.]

I don't see colors. I can answer a different question if that doesn't count.

[inhistorybooks]

[Trip pockets his comm again and shakes his head.]

Nah, that's fine. The important part is that you could see it. I've got some notes I could show you.

[velocette]

Yeah that would help. What are you working on, daily?

[inhistorybooks]

Not all that much, really. We can do some maintenance, but we don't really have full access to the ship's power source, and from what I've heard, we really shouldn't try to get it, since it's apparently strong enough to literally melt you.

[velocette]

I guess it'd have to be that big. No death-toll return from being melted by it, I guess?

[He wonders who's been close enough to test that theory, who it was that was 'melted' by it.]

[inhistorybooks]

I don't know. I think you can come back from it, but no one's ever tried while I've been here.

[velocette]

Guess if I ever get really curious....

[He laughs, softly. But no really. He might just do that.]

Does it ever break down?

[inhistorybooks]

Apparently. Haven't been around for one of the times it has, though.