I wonder what THIS button does; open

[azulescarabajo]

The recent discussion on the comms had reignited Jaime's boundless curiosity and a desire to learn more about the ship that he and so many others found themselves riding across the multiverse. And what better way to find out more about the ship than to look at the hallowed command deck? There had to be something useful here, right?

Jaime seated himself at one of the various stations and peered intently at the panel. The chirruping buzz of Khaji's voice vibrated against the back of his mind.

Suggestio|\|: Frie|\|d Jaime: press butto|\|s.

"Yeah. Right. Good idea. Let's just push buttons on the bridge of the super powerful meatship." Despite his sarcastic rejoinder, the young man reached out and slowly pressed a switch.

Nothing happened.

"Not that one, then." He pressed another. Toggled a switch. This might go on for a while.

Comments

[azulescarabajo]

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I don't have any violations yet, so I'm just gonna see what happens." He flicks a few more switches. Pokes at an interface.

"Besides, the worst I'll get is a slap on the wrist."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"You sure about that? What if you accidentally shut off the ship or something? The Daligig could come back and break your legs."

[azulescarabajo]

"If I accidently shut off the ship, we have bigger problems than the Daligig wanting to go all Godfather on my legs." Jaime pushed a few buttons, typed some ineffective commands into a keyboard.

"I want to find out how to control this thing. Could be useful, you know?" He shrugs.

"Plus, the Daligig aren't stupid--they're jerks, but not stupid. They have to have some way of shutting off the AI in case it goes nuts."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Yeah. Like, I don't know. Breathing." Why yes, that is the scent of disapproval on Howard's breath. Please to not be accidentally killing everyone, Jaime.

"They're pretty stupid at public relations, at least."

[azulescarabajo]

"Well, my suit can keep me alive in space, so it'd probably be you who'd have the trouble," Jaime teases, grinning at Howard before he grows serious.

"But yeah. Not planning on doing anything like that. Mostly just trying to find out what I can about the ship's functions. And the Daligig are strange. We're both too weak to fight them but necessary for the war. They want our help, but treat us like dirt. I wish we knew more about them."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"I'll just stick a fishbowl on my head and I'll be fine."

As flip as Howard's being, he's also listening very closely to what Jaime's saying. "Me, I think we're bait. They think they're too good to do the dirty, dangerous suicide mission we're probably on, so they'll let the lab rats do it instead."

[azulescarabajo]

"There you go. You're a resourceful guy." Jaime laughs quietly.

"Yeah, I get that feeling, too. I hate that feeling."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Oh, good, so it's not just me. We're like their...canaries, or something. You know, the birds you send down mines to check for gas?"

Howard absentmindedly flicks a switch too - hey, Stacy ain't stopping Jaime none. "Then again, some people on the ship are scared of being refugees."

[azulescarabajo]

"Are we not refugees already? I mean, our universes went poof and we live on an old prison ship." Jaime rolled his eyes.

"We need to do something. Sitting around twiddling our thumbs is not that thing."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"That's what I say. I guess there's just some gut reaction against being on the lam. Or, my view..." Howard bites his fingertip. "People are cowards. Even moreso than I am. Which is just sad."