Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
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The surprising thing about Stacy was the Doctor hadn’t thought she couldn’t be more beautiful, in all her (sometimes) slimy, brilliant glory.

Then he saw her true face, right before she fought back with the rest of the crew.

Ah. So maybe he can be wrong from time to time, the Doctor finding that life on Stacy with the rebellion was easier in that you weren’t stumbling over Daligig or Kessek giving their impressive glowers, as if it was difficult not to just step on you and be done with (well, that and trying to avoid them when they decided enough was enough and it was far too long since they’d shot anything)…and then there was the clean-up. Considering how hard the Daligig had fought back, the Doctor had to say he expected far more casualties than Stacy’s crew had and this was probably the part where that voice in the back of his head bothering him with all sorts of things like niggling feelings.

It was probably telling him all sorts of annoyingly logical things, like in the end they probably should have been spacedust. He told it to shush.

The Doctor threw himself into trying to fix the TARDIS now that he had a second wind of sorts. With Stacy being twice as beautiful as before, the work was coming along much faster than before, now that she wasn’t resisting him. In fact, he’d go so far that she’d even given him advice – not that he’d be ready to admit to his companions that yes, the Doctor could at times need jiggery-pokery tips from a ship. At this rate, he thought he could actually tell Jamie, Barbara, Ian, Victoria and all his other friends a proper when instead of hedging around it and sending them on errands to get parts he didn’t even need. The Doctor roamed the halls of Stacy, sometimes in the hanger, sometimes rummaging about the City, picking his way through the damage and looking for anything that could stand in for an influx injector (or a toaster. A toaster would actually be better than a standard-issue injector!).

So yes. Right! The Doctor was in need of a toaster/influx injector. He just may temporarily kidnap anyone – or anything – he thought might be useful on that front.

[The Doctor will have met your character and kidnapped them for this. This is basically for characters okay with having somewhat short-term CR with Eleven (probably a few months OOCly?) and continuing CR )]
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After speaking to one who appeared rather interested in the workings of the gateway devices she had been instrumental in constructing, Celena had seen to making her way via said gateway system to the device located within Engineering, where she had agreed to meet with the individual in question.

Letting the portal remain open for a moment longer she tapped the holographic console beside the open portal, bringing up the maintenance and status displays to ensure that the readings were as they should be. Satisfied she cut the portal with a tap of a claw before sitting back on her haunches, going through the maintenance displays while she waited.

[OOC: First thread for the Tenth Doctor, others welcome afterwards though]
curiousredsoul: (Curious)
Who: Anwei Ayles
Where: Engineering
Summary: Anwei settles down to check her equipment for tampering, and get caught up on ship news
Warnings: None
Checksum Redux )
anwei: PB is Cynthia Rothrock (Anwei computing)
4th-Apr-2012 01:25 pm - Eine Kleine Nachtmusik [Closed]
Zouichi made his visit to Engineering in the early hours of the morning -- when only the workaholics would be present. Workaholic, in this case. He scanned the room for a familiar-looking red costume... aha. There, behind that screen, where the sounds of typing floated almost inaudible up over the hum of the electronics.

"Red Robin," he said by way of greeting.
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27th-Mar-2012 02:23 pm - Rust in Peace [Open]
Zouichi, for once, wasn't in the City on patrol. Instead, he was making a systematic search of the city's streets, looking for telltale stray robot parts that might lead him to what he was looking for. Unfortunately, during SHODAN's attack, not all of the crew (except him! okay not really) had been terribly judicious about the property damage they were inflicting on the nearby buildings.

So there was rubble everywhere. Oops.

But it had been in the middle of a robot attack, right? Sometimes you needed to break a few eggs to make an omelet, right? RIGHT.

[This is the log for searching for robot parts and a SUPER SECRET ENGINEERING PROJECT okay it's not that secret but IT SORT OF IS. Feel free to have someone try and peek in on the Engineering thread and have Lash furtively cover her test paper.]
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Ian had seen pictures of the spacesuits the astronauts and cosmonauts wore to go into space, but for all the space travel he'd done himself, had never actually worn one. But then this one didn't look anything like those. It didn't seem like it was enough somehow - just a plant suit between him and oxygen starvation. But he was going to have to wear it if he wanted to understand more about how Stacy worked, and he did.

It was just as well he had John with him. "Do you think this suit is enough?" he asked John, glad he wasn't anywhere near a mirror.
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3rd-Nov-2011 09:00 pm - Caution: Smartypants At Work [Open]
If there was one thing that made Miyako stand out amongst the second generation Chosen Children, it would be the fact that she was one of the smartest of the bunch. Keyword here: one of. There was also Ken, but she'd let that slide. Right now, she was using her smarts to do what she does best:

Tinker.

A brief search across the City had lead Miyako to discover a leftover desktop computer. However, the lack of power supply (or rather, the lack of plugs to slap the machine in) has lead Miyako to get creative and had her in Engineering to do something.

"Just what did you have in mind, Miyako-san?" Hawkmon asked, his wings crossed over his chest.

"Simple - if I can get this computer working, maybe I can start trying to build a Digi Port!" Miyako said, digging through some tools.

"Miyako-san, that's dangerous! You don't know if the Digital World survived and even if it did, this ship's too dangerous to attempt it!" Hawkmon said.

"Even so, we have to try!" Miyako replied, pulling out a strange device. "...what the heck is this?"

"...see? This is why doing this is next to impossible!" Hawkmon said. "We don't know what this stuff can do!"

"...jeez, you're such a party pooper! I'm going to do this anywayyyEEEEEEE!" Miyako yelped, the odd device shocking her. Dropping it, it took her awhile to recover, not caring that her hair just frazzled and parts of the plantsuit were damaged by the shock. "...okay, we need real tools here!"
6th-Oct-2011 09:06 pm - Pimp My Ride [closed]
It felt good to finally do something productive, even if the project Steve had been spending all his time on wasn't exactly useful. Not for the ship at large, anyway... though he did know somebody who would appreciate it.

So when he finally finished tinkering and messing around with it, he wasted no time in hunting Claire down and dragging her to Engineering to get a look at it.

"It's really not all that great. I didn't do very much to it, but-- but I still hope you'll think it's cool," he murmured, as he pushed open the doors to the Engineering department and headed towards his tiny corner of the work area. "Just promise you won't laugh at it, okay?"
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[OOC: Bendytimed to shortly after this thread.]

Punchy's certain that given five days, he can figure out the little device he and Tim picked up in the Tavern. Given five days, an encyclopedic knowledge of alien technology, an instruction manual and a research team, that is. And a new bag of gummi worms.

In a way, it's both a disappointment and an encouragement that he and Tim only found a booster for the signal they picked up, rather than the source itself. A disappointment because some mofo's still getting tortured out there (bummer, dawg), and encouragement because that means there's still a crime to solve. Unfortunately, he and Tim have decided that they might need help on this.

Punchy hates asking for help on this stuff. He should be cool enough to do this on his own. His requests should be limited to 'can you tell me again how totally boss I am?' and 'can you pass the Red Bull?'. Unfortunately, sans Red Bull and any knowledge of whatever this thingy (now nicknamed The Shiznit) they picked up, he's going to have to bust out of his wheelhouse a little.

He and Tim walk into Engineering, looking for a certain Mr. Cranston.
12th-Sep-2011 05:43 pm - party in engineering woop woop [OPEN]
Chell was generally not an indecisive person--after all, you couldn't afford to be when you spent the last god-knew-how-long fighting for your life against crazed computers hell bent on stamping you out of existence. She had to admit, though, that her recent waffling was a little ridiculous. Her own sheer stubbornness, though arguably the trait that had kept her alive through the aforementioned attempted murders had become something of a hindrance, especially aboard Stacy, where she might be called to battle at any moment. To put it lightly, she had endured what seemed to be an eternity of toting about an incredibly grating personality sphere because she was too gosh-darned pigheaded to admit that she needed to cart him to Engineering and grant him some form of independence.

And that's where the indecisiveness came in, because there was a very large part of her that was not ready to do such a thing. She knew from experience that granting her robot frenemy any sort of autonomy whatsoever usually ended badly, and there was still a bad taste in her mouth from Lirath's mech suit adventure, to say nothing of their time in Aperture. Chell wasn't entirely sure if she was prepared to be in a situation where she could not monitor him constantly--what if she wasn't there and he got himself plugged into something important?

On the other hand, she recognized the impracticality of keeping him on her person at all times, and knew that the trip down to Engineering would be inevitable. Her arms really, really hurt.

After weighing (ha ha) all her options and speaking to that slightly manic afro girl (who seemed to share similar problems in the "my best friend is an immobile, inanimate object" department), Chell decided it was high time she got Wheatley some limbs...or a jetpack...or something. A consultation with afro-girl and the Engineering department, at the very least, wouldn't hurt.

So there she was, marching down to Engineering and setting Wheatley down on a worktable with a resounding thunk that was obviously meant to draw the attention of anyone in the general vicinity.

Super polite.

[OOC: SO UH marked as open in case any other engineering types (or not-engineering types) want to get in on this and have a free-for-all with some very exciting Aperture technology. VERY. EXCITING.]
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12th-Jul-2011 12:06 pm - Interview With A... [closed]
[[OOC: Right after this]]

Jonas fired off a message to the crew, new and old, and another specifically to the newly-released crew member apparently known as 'Punchy'. This was going to be awkward. They certainly could not turn down anyone with an interest in computers and hacking, but if Punchy was going to insist on speaking and typing in the manner he had demonstrated, Jonas was going to...

...Well, he was going to continue to feel a little embarrassed that he was capable of understanding what Punchy meant without needing a translation filter. He was pretty sure he could blame the brain-patterns he picked up from Chase Stein for that.
9th-May-2011 09:23 pm - Ohm Thing Leads To Another...
Anwei was back in Engineering – she'd just been here, hadn't she? But the days spent in Med Bay were burnt bright in her head: people changing in front of her, melting away like ice in the sun...she shivered. All of the Medical admissions records and interviews were compiled and copied, though, and now that Quarantine was lifted she had some time to get caught up. Her workspace was still here, and her computers. And anything else she might be working on.

There was one new item: a small piece of paper stuck to the side of her vidscreen, which read: November 8, 2009 / Cumberland, Maryland / Ice storm / Fish pond / ?
8th-Apr-2011 10:45 pm - [Open]
 Well, that was something he hadn't really expected. He had gone so long without ever having a run-in with the crazy AI, GLADoS. It really wasn't nearly as bad as he had expected. There were just a bunch of interesting mazes. There were no security bots trying to kill him, or even a lava pit, or anything really extreme like that.

He was happy that at least he knew to not expect the promised cake, though it was a bitter comfort, not knowing what happened to his friends during his time gone. He pulled out his omnicomm as he oriented himself and began walking towards Engineering as he reviewed the recent posts to the network and typed out a message.

He hoped to find Billy, working away in the department that he'd come to love so much. Maybe even Sam or Anwei would come to visit him there as well. If not, at least he would be able to get some work done and try to get back to normal.
2nd-Apr-2011 06:55 pm - Engineering
The voice sounded familiar, and engineering sounded like a good deal anyway. If missions were going to be so sporadic, and they couldn't exactly engage the Ohm, he needed something to do. Besides, it'd ensure a steady source of ammo, at least.

At Ronnae's invite, Chase heads up to engineering, armed as usual with the oversized sledge over one shoulder, guns at his waist, following the map. He'll only need it this first time..

"Alright, I'm here. Anyone home?"
Ronnae tinkered away at engineering, semi-focused. Her mind was between her current work and thoughts on how the secret mission had fared. She would have wanted to help, but if it was something that only a small crew had to do, there was not much else but hope they all made it alright. After all, she knew all too well some missions were better suited for small task force than a big squad.

She set her tool down and spun the chair, her long ponytails trailing behind the more she spun. She was happy Billy had made it out alright, and even more happy that their mission was a success, recovering their lost friend. She remember all too well that feeling many got when they had returned a good amount of prisoners back to their families and how appreciative they were. She smiled at the thought and went back to work, he'd come see her when he had the chance, in the meantime, she'd make herself be productive.
5th-Feb-2011 08:11 pm - Inventory
When she volunteered to help with doing inventory in Engineering, Anwei has optimistically expected that all items not already identified would be in their own section. No such luck. Instead there were metal and ceramic and resinous and other mysterious oddments strewn throughout the storage areas. And she couldn't move all the unidentifiables into one section, because there was no clear place to put them. But as she went from shelf to wall to shelf to table to floor, she did find enough things that she could hang a description, a function, or even just a guess on that it seemed worthwhile to keep going.

So she's keeping to the less trafficked sections, working her way through the inventory, and updating on her omnicomm as she goes.
28th-Jan-2011 03:47 pm - Defensive Engineering Testing [Open]
And tinkering starts.... NOW!

Ronnae had been eager working up a storm the last few weeks. Both driven by the amount of new things to work with and the excitement of being entrusted with work from her department's head. She feverishly worked whenever she wasn't called in to hang with some of her new friends and her friend from back home, Nokosi.

She started up with the basics of her training back home, just so she could see if she could replicate the process with the new tools at her disposal and even improve on them.

She started with light amounts of blasting powders and metalworking. Tubes, bolts, modulators and other assortment of basic parts for basic creations like Gun Scopes, Small Explosives (since she didn't want to set the department on fire.), primitive guns and other items. She took great pleasure in making one of her favorites, and decided to test them out immediately. She put on the boots hastily and stood up; however the boots clicked on instantly and she was pummeled into her work bench with a loud 'CRASH!'

"Ow ow ow ow..." She brushed herself off before standing hurriedly, looking around to make sure she was still alone. She seemed fine enough, for someone who didn't show a powerful build she was exceedingly resilient, specially to those who had gotten to see her in combat.

There were two items that were currently on her priority list; cloaking and barriers. The teleporters would be trickier so she would leave those for later.


TESTING! )


((OOC note: You are free to interact with her at any of these times, thread crashing is fine, the more people the merrier.))
16th-Jan-2011 09:31 pm - [Open]
Daja had two reasons for visiting Engineering today: firstly, she needed to see if there was anything that the people of Engineering needed forged. Since she spent most of her time in her forge rather than Engineering itself, she often needed to visit Billy and find out what was needed in the Department.

But secondly, Daja was in need of assistance. Rhiow wished to have the Grand Central clock restored, and for that Daja needed to learn more about clockwork. Hopefully, one of her colleagues would be able to help her.

Walking into Engineering, Daja began to look around and see who else she could find in the Department today.
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15th-Jan-2011 02:25 pm - Getting Down to Business (open)
Engineering was just as intimidating the second time around. Hopefully, though, this time she could get settled in.

Anwei had managed to find not one but three matching laptops under a pile of collapsed cubicle dividers in a City building - which meant she could mix and match them for parts. They were all stuffed into one laptop bag over her shoulder; the bag on the other shoulder held battery chargers (would the solar ones work with that overhead lighting? Maybe run a line from the ominous-looking pit?), a big sheet of folded Mylar, and any small tools she could find. Hopefully the supplies here would have anything she'd missed; if she'd picked up duplicate tools, she could always donate them to the group.

She lingered by the door for a moment; it was strange to be anonymous here. She did know some people, but not to have everyone know her...not to have eyes follow her, the too-loud jokes told behind her back, the videos showing up in her commfiles...this must be what it felt like to be one of the Little People. She could get used to this.

"Hello?" she said, and then awkwardly reached up and pulled her omnicom from the neck of her plantsuit to call and see if someone could help her out.
12th-Jan-2011 01:43 am - And When the Sky Was Opened [open]
First, he had to hit Engineering to talk to this Billy fellow--and cross his fingers and hope for the best. This wasn't Metrocity, he hadn't saved the day here and worked for the peoples' trust, and while he'd read that Constitution about people not being punished for past crimes that didn't necessarily mean there wouldn't be attitudes of distrust and the like.

There was, of course, the option of lying about his former villainhood, but good guys weren't supposed to do that, right? And with Roxanne not remembering that he'd reformed, all he'd need was for her to mention he was a villain, and then he'd have to explain the whole thing, and then it would get all messy.

It was better people knew ahead of time. It was better that got their judging...thing out of the way ahead of time, especially if he was trying to work under them.

So off to Engineering he went. Now that he was fairly certain he didn't have anyone to intimidate, he wasn't wearing his cape or the collar, hoping to look as normal as possible.

Of course, on the way there, and afterward, he nosed around into many a place on the ship to look around, often blurting out "Incredible!" "Magnificent!" "Do you see that? That is the coolest thing I've ever seen!" and other such exclamations at the wonders he saw. The ship was a beaut, a techno-organic masterpiece!

[ooc: You can catch him poking around just about anywhere on the ship, although his jaunt to Engineering comes first chronologically. Just specify where he ran into your guy.]</font
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