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[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Hiccup was seated in his forge, the fire was turned off to keep things cool and more comfortable, and various plans for machines and weapons and other interesting gadgets scribbled on parchment and pinned up to a cork board. Candles procured from Orongo were lit around the room, though the wide windows let a light of light in, creating a comfortable workspace. Right now, he was sketching out the intricate designs for...something. It may have been designs meant to go on an axe. Perhaps.

After putting out his omnicomm message, he waited to see if anyone had something to say.

"Here goes nothing, bud," he said, the "bud" tacked on out of old habit, before his eyes widened slightly as he was reminded by the following silence, once again, that a certain dragon wasn't there to listen like he usually was.

That was okay, though. He was going to keep busy. Throw himself into doing the best he could to help the crew. Not that it took much more than a few fish to earn the dragon's love and affection, but Toothless would be proud of him when he finally woke up again. His father would be too.

And you know what? If he did this right, and helped people that deserved helping, deserved someone else working towards their best interests, he could be proud of himself.

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[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

Nehaalista had read over the omnicomm note, and though she'd agreed with his ascension to the council, thought it would be best to give him a personal congratulations, anyway. She announced herself by knocking on the wall.

[Hello, Councilman.] she signed. [I came to give you my congratulations.]

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hi! Councilwoman Nehaalista, right? It's nice to meet you properly."

He gestured to a wooden chair. "Come on in, have a seat. And thanks. I...honestly wasn't expecting it, to be perfectly honest."

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

[That's right.] It had to be a little unnerving for Nehaa not to move her lips to speak. [Considering the changeable nature of the ship, it is probably best to expect nothing and prepare for everything. Still, I think you'll do well.]

[You're certainly one of the more adept at getting your point across.] And without requisite human violence, too. [I will be pleased to serve with you, I think.]

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

Slightly, but he was polite enough to not say anything. He'd actually figured out the connection between her signs and the words, and assumed Stacy was translating some sort of hand sign language.

"I hope I can do more than be articulate. I know my lack of experience is going against me, but...I...just wanted to do something more to help out. I think I might actually be able to do some good with this. Help you guys by making things run more smoothly."

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

[We'd appreciate it; there are many strong personalities in the council. For my part, I prefer to observe, as I cannot sign quite fast enough, but I make sure my words carry their weight when I do...] she paused a moment and grinned, wiggling her fingers. ["Speak," as it is.]

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"Here's the question of the hour: when you do speak, do the others listen?"

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

[Yes. If they did not, I would resign. What good is a councilor that no one listens to?]