2nd Command; Video

[aggravating]

[Hey there barge! It's been a little over a week since dear Tony here first made contact with you all, but he's been... uh. More than a little prevalent in most conversations.

Even when he didn't comment, he's done pretty much nothing but creep on every single conversation around the barge.]

Okay, so, I know there's this stupid thing with wardens vs inmates and what we're allowed to get our hands on, but. I am willing to give up my naptime once therapy hour starts if I can get one thing.

I had a suit when I came in. A big, red and gold suit that was taken by... I don't even know, I'm not going to think about it. But if my baby's been cannibalized I swear-

[No, calm down Tony]

All I want to know is who I have to schmooze in order to at least get my helmet back. It doesn't have any tools, just a few downloaded games to help pass the time as well as my music.

Oh, uh, also? It might be in your better interest to give it to me, wardens. I kind of have this thing I do when I get bored and find wires underneath a wall panel. It's... well it's kind of pretty, actually.

If you're a fan of explosions and fire.

[Okaaaaay, so he wouldn't explode things on purpose, but there's always the trial and error part of things and... well, uh. There's a reason Dummy's always on stand-by with the fire extinguisher.

But no, seriously. He's bored. And he never, ever stays still and he doesn't have a lab and ugh. He's literally twitching to get elbow deep in wires and see what the hell he can do with whatever's behind the walls, here.]

Comments

[ourlastbesthope]

How did a suit get taken?

[aggravating]

... Well one second it was here and then the next it was gone.

I mean, still trying to figure out the whole getting it off of my body without me feeling it, but hey.

This is a ship that apparently runs on silly string.

[ourlastbesthope]

Someone I worked with in the lab once opened up a communicator and found candy.

I've tried to just lump it all together into 'barge physics.'

[aggravating]

You know, I wonder if it all isn't something so complex and so out of this world that our mind's aren't just trying and failing to process what's really there.

So instead we're apparently living at a five-year-old's birthday party.

[ourlastbesthope]

Interesting thought, though it does go back to how frustrating it gets when people refer to all this as magic.

None of it is magic.

[aggravating]

Jury's still out on magic. I'd say no on basic principle with the whole magic thing just really being technology we don't understand yet, but...

[He snorts]

Lack of magic just means there has to be some kind of sense behind the wiring being jello and string cheese and paperclips and strings somehow maintaining some sort of signal.

[ourlastbesthope]

Well, there is always the thought that these things aren't doing what we think they're doing. Or that it's advanced enough technology not to need wiring.

Electronics isn't really my field, though.

[aggravating]

Lucky for you its mine. [He taps that circle glowing under his shirt absently]

Wireless charges. Should all be coming from a centralized power source, then. Probably at the heart of the ship, or wherever is the most heavily guarded. Impossible to penetrate...

[He really wants to see what it might be]

[ourlastbesthope]

[Capa knows better than to ask. Things like that are better left quiet.]

I don't know about the heart of the ship. I don't know anyone who has been there. Strangely enough, the bridge is the only thing on this place that made sense.

[aggravating]

[It's a nervous tick, by now. He barely even realizes he's tapping on it half the time.]

Considering the walls are filled with candy and silly string, I'm doubting any of this place to make sense at this point.

[He is curious, though] What makes the bridge different?

[ourlastbesthope]

It actually does what you think it should.

[aggravating]

[His focus shifts, razor sharp as a slow smile spreads across his face]

Perfect. Any way up there?

[ourlastbesthope]

Yes. But I'm certain he's changed it since I've been there.

[aggravating]

Hey, if there was a way once, there's no-doubt going to be a way up again.

You can never completely erase something. The signs of something. If a way existed, it created a weak point. Be that in structure or... reality.

[Dimensional theory really isn't his strong suit]

[ourlastbesthope]

It's less of an inability to tell you, and more of a choice.