Questing [Open] (Specify where they're finding him)

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

If there could be a little line following where Hiccup was going through the ship, it'd show that the young man couldn't stand still. Several things were on his mind.

1) Finding Astrid.

2) Finding some mead or ale to thank Kang.

3) Finding the other two that had helped save him, other than Astrid and Kang.

4) Finding Ed to learn about science.

5) Finding this "Engineering" place that was clearly the kind of place that would be wonder and a joy for him to be in.

The search was afoot. He had people, places, and booze to find.

And thus Hiccup hobbled through the halls with a set of crutches (he really shouldn't be putting much weight on his injured leg yet), on his mighty Viking quest.

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The Lounge

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Here was a place that seemed promising as far as getting some proper ale went. Hiccup hobbled up to where the barman was and pulled out some silver.

"Hello, good barman, could I have a bottle of your finest ale, please?"

He wasn't even trying to do that thing where he pretended his voice was deeper.

Re: The Lounge

[imperious_lex]

Heh

Heheh

HAHAHHAHA!

"Cute." Kid has some stones, at least.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"What's cute about asking for ale?"

Color him confused.

"I have money..."

[imperious_lex]

"Come back when you turn sixteen."

Lex has some morals. Somewhere.

He keeps them in a box under his bed.

Engineering

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Engineering, it turned out, was a place of wonder and joy just like Hiccup though. There were things that did things that he understood and things that did things that he didn't understand. It was a cornucopia of things he knew and things he could learn.

And the parts! so many pre-made components! Bits of stuff! He didn't have to forge things, there were little screws and widgets and ball bearings already made. It was glorious.

Anyone that came into Engineering would find Hiccup on the floor, crutches propped up against a desk, going through crates and containers of components, just trying to figure out everything they did.

Re: Engineering

[sin-and-misery.livejournal.com]

Vader scowled as he made his way into Engineering and saw that it had become a playpen for children. He had very important matters to attend to, and could do without distractions in what was supposed to be a work environment.

Really, he was here to do the same thing as Hiccup, but he would never admit it.

A few minutes passed before he got a good look at the boy and almost dropped what he was holding.

"What," he said, staring at Hiccup's...primitive prosthetic, "is that supposed to be?"

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Hiccup, ever oblivious hadn't even noticed anyone was in the room. He'd confused the kkoooosh-shhhhh, koooosh-sshhh, as the sound of one of the running machines. Now that he realized it was coming from a person, he was slightly unnerved.

"What? What?"

He peered at Vader like he'd never seen a crazy person in black wearing a skull(ish?) mask before. (He hadn't).

He was looking around, trying to figure out what Vader was talking about, and half-also-looking at him suspiciously.

[sin-and-misery.livejournal.com]

"Why have you not been fitted with a proper prosthetic?" Vader demanded, waving his plasma torch in a very careless manner. "It is unseemly. There is no reason to be utilizing such pre-star travel technology on a prison ship such as this."

Re: Engineering

[wanna-tke-apart.livejournal.com]

Someone else was wandering through engineering, looking for good supplies to build automail with (because Ed needed some, the idiot). Winry was still not very familiar with the ship, but she instantly knew this was a place she could get lost in and not find her way out for hours -– by choice.

She had to learn more about all of the things here she didn't recognize, had to take it apart-- but she was on a mission and was quite determined to finish it.

And then she heard Hiccup's mutterings. He seemed to be looking for materials. Seemed to need help.

And seemed to have a very fake (if primitive) leg. Almost like an early prosthetic.

"Do you need any help?"

Oh, there she goes...

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Hiccup looked at the scattered pieces before him, and then nodded his head.

"Probably."

Re: Engineering

[short-changed.livejournal.com]

"Yo, Hiccup!" called out Ed as he wandered into Engineering. He was remarkably cheerful for a guy who lost his arm.

"I see you pulled through okay."

Re: Engineering

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"Still in one piece--" Hiccup turned around. "--and I cannot say the same for you, but at least that piece is replaceable."

Re: Engineering

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan frowned as he made his way into Engineering and found it had become home to what appeared to be a very skinny throw-rug. Indeed, he nearly stepped on the boy, in what was supposed to be a work environment.

Well, honestly, he was here to muck about for parts,just as Hiccup was, but he didn't have to admit that. Quietly, he observed over Hiccup's mutterings for a few minutes before speaking.

"What is it that meant to be?"

Re: Engineering

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"Oh, uh, false leg. New one, at any rate. I want to make a better one, but also one I can rebuild and repair when necessary," answered Hiccup.

Media Library

[governorkang]

Unlike Hiccup, Kang could walk perfectly fine. He just couldn't move his left arm or wing, due to the cast and bindings. He showed up in the Media Library a few minutes early so that he could find an appropriate book to help with the explanations. Not because he thought it'd be difficult for the kid to understand, of course; he just didn't want to forget any important details.

Re: Media Library

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

The booze came first, delivered by a little scooter-bot. A very nice ale, at that.

Before long, Hiccup limped his way into the room on his crutches.

"I hope it's good. I don't know the brewer, or...anything about ale that isn't brewed back home."

Re: Media Library

[governorkang]

Kang was surprised when the ale showed up. And, it was a very nice ale.

"...you know, you really didn't have to do this, Hiccup."

The Castle Wyvern

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

There was a castle that was unlike anything Hiccup had ever seen, being someone that had lived in a small village his whole life.

There was a low whistle as he approached it during his explorations of the city. Given that he needed frequent rests, he decides finding some place inside to rest might be nice, and that exploring it wouldn't hurt anyone.

So in he went, to explore.

Before long, he was curled up on the floor of the castle's library, he'd made a fire in the hearth with his tinderbox, and he was reading books. Even though they weren't in runes, they read that way to him. He didn't question it--it was probably the bizarre magic of the ship.

This one was called Beowulf.

Reading about him was reminding him of everyone he knew from home. Namely, the levels of blind stupidity were around the same highs.

"Oh yes, of course, steal the dragon's treasure and then get all surprised when he comes to attack everyone. Clever clever clever."

Of course, reading about dense warrior people was making him homesick.

Re: The Castle Wyvern

[not_the_philistine]

There are some unusual noises in the city from time to time, and maybe he was just too absorbed in his Beowulf to notice, or maybe the fire was too loud, or maybe he assumed it was just the wall crumbling a little more or the castle settling or any number of things, but at some point, there was something like a roar and cracking and crumbling of stone from outside.

Goliath shakes the last of the stone fragments from his wings, feeling the weariness that comes after a day of healing from the wounds of battle. It's almost a good thing the nights and days on Stacy are so short. He almost doesn't feel fully healed. Another night would do the trick.

For a while he crouches on his ledge, overlooking the city and thinking about the battle. The fighting that was, all things considered, more than a challenge. The retreat that was - considering the fight - too sudden. He can't sink into the comfort of a protected castle tonight. The Ohm's claws sink deep into the universe he's expected now to fight for. To be settled after this battle would be akin to expelling Vikings from one room of the castle, and letting that victory make him forget all the rest.

He has more to consider, but speaking of Vikings, it isn't long before he smells woodsmoke on the air, and sees it rising from one of the chimneys of his very own castle. His thoughts go first to intruders, secondarily that it might be one of his human allies. Either one is worth an investigation.

He finds the boy - the Viking boy - in the library, in his territory, reading his books, and the anger of an intruder looms up fiercely, instinctive and learned and infuriating, this breach of boundaries.

He crosses the room in a few long strides, growling low in his throat, voice like granite slabs grinding against each other, loaded with irritation. "You are tresspassing. Get out."

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Oh no. Oh no oh no. Oh gods. The scary guy again.

Hiccup kicked away from Goliath until he was pinned against a stone wall, clutching Beowulf like it was a precious thing.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean--I didn't mean to intrude, I just was exploring and I found these books and I've never read books like these before--"

The Art Room

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

He hadn't seen the Art Room yet and now that he'd found it, he was fascinated with the shifting structure that seemed to respond to his thoughts. On the one hand, scenes from his life were disturbing to see played out in the black shifting stone. On the other hand, in everything the statue showed, he looked like some great hero...

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

Target sighted.

With his attention to the art, a figure took this advantage to slowly and steadily approach the unaware boy from behind -- but when he thinks he saw a silhouette and turns to look, there is nothing there.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"Huh." Back to the statue.

Boy, was he oblivious.

Re: The Art Room

[f-u-im-a-human.livejournal.com]

Hisk had never been to war before. There hadn't been a war in her country since her father was young, all she knew were his stories of the various things he stole from both sides.

The events at the end of shore leave, much as she doesn't like to admit it, shook her. So for now she's taken up a place in the Art Hall. It's quiet here, and the shifting statues don't trouble her. They're interesting, and give her something to think about. Even better, one of the ones nearby seems to have taken a liking to her and has been slowly shifting between some of the kills she's taken part in. This cheers her up. Right now, a long-winged Derunian black dragon stands on its rear legs, lashing at several figures less than half its size on the ground darting around it, baring its teeth in a snarl of defiance.

Someone else is in here, moving. Hisk sits up from where she's settled against the plinth of one statue, favoring a recently sprained leg.

"Oi, who goes there?"

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"Just me."

Just Hiccup.