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trans_92012-03-11 08:05 pm
meat_mooks) wrote in trans_92012-03-11 08:05 pm
Survivalist Plot: All That Scarcity Promotes is Desperate Men and Tyrants
Day 3 and 4
The remaining hours of the night are tense and ugly, marred by the smell of blood and the complete distrust sewn by Bridge's death. When the sun finally rises, it feels as if the night's been far too long and yet their chance to rest was cruelly short.
The sun peeks over the horizon and onto the parched desert. In the bright sky, if one squints, it's possible to make out that lights are still flashing on the radio tower. The rest of the town is dead, as usual.
The remaining hours of the night are tense and ugly, marred by the smell of blood and the complete distrust sewn by Bridge's death. When the sun finally rises, it feels as if the night's been far too long and yet their chance to rest was cruelly short.
The sun peeks over the horizon and onto the parched desert. In the bright sky, if one squints, it's possible to make out that lights are still flashing on the radio tower. The rest of the town is dead, as usual.
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As they got out the car and made their way over, Diana did a quick scan of the machinery she could already see and really, it all looked the same to her. “I’m not too good at this stuff. Like you said, Jack would be much better.”
They picked their way around the collapsed metal, splitting up to poke and stare at random bits shuttle with wires and things in it that indicated it might be important but hell if they knew what it was for.
After several minutes of futile search she threw up her hands and walked back over to Howard, putting her palms on jutted hips. “I’m going to be honest here, shocker I know but here we go; I have no idea what we’re supposed to be looking for.”
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"Look for anything that blinks or looks like it might have once blinked. And, you know, the usual. Any emergency food and water supply. A crash kit. Medical supplies. The whole shebang."
He sounds positively gleeful as he pulls a compartment out of the shuttles damaged dashboard. As much as it frustrates and discourages him to be reduced to, yet again, going through garbage and refuse looking for useful things, at least there are useful things to be had. He tosses Diana another flashlight from the compartment and finds another flare gun, although this one, being issued by Stacy, is a bit more futuristic. He hopes it still uses cordite.
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Of course, the medical stuff and supplies she recognized right away. She announced them, so Howard wouldn’t have any reason to get his boxers in a bunch with her, they have enough reason to distrust each other, food and water had to be something they were at least half honest about.
But that did bring up something…
Diana takes the flashlight. “Won’t you need this?” Then she eyes the flare gun in his hand for a while wordlessly, fingers idly running over the groves of the one she already carries.
She speaks to him again. “Are we letting the others know about everything we’ve found?” It sounded as cruel as she thought it would, but she refused to take it back.
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Howard doesn't care even a little about how cruel it sounds. It's practical, and now that they have meat and monster blood back at their shelter he doesn't even feel guilty about cracking open the food supply box between him and Diana. It doesn't have much, just a meager compressed food bar of rations for each of the crew members for two days - so fourteen in total - and iodine tablets.
Figuring they're allotted at least two of these each, and that the Master has gone off to do whatever enigmatic douchebags do in these circumstances, Howard hands three to Diana and takes three for himself before relocating the other bars to an innocuous-looking toolbox. They'll hide the toolbox inside a seat in the car or something. He pockets two of his share and snaps the third in half before eating a portion.
It's not like anyone else is out here to stop them stealing the allotted food for the mission.
He holds his hand out for the flashlight. "Good point. If we split, I don't want to get left in the dark around here."
They still haven't found a distress beacon. He keeps looking, but honestly he's not sure what to look for either. A black box? A radio?
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“Glad we’re on the same wavelength.” Well, not really, because that’s kind of creepy, but she makes a tease out of it by smirking at him.
As Howard does another circle around, Diana spots something that seems to be flashing the same numbers over and over, along with the word ‘error’. Preparing herself for disappointment, she walks over and after giving it a soft tap with her foot to ensure it wouldn’t blow up in her face she picks it up. The same numbers continue to flash, along with the error message.
The wire that connected it to the shuttle had been burnt so badly that when Diana inspected it, it simply snapped under her touch and as she watched, she noticed the display growing dimmer. Something pops loudly inside the machinery and everything dies, numbers and message included.
Well, if it wasn’t broken before, the smoke coming from the cracks meant it was now.
“Howie~” She called.
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He sends off a message: "S.O.S.". The comm screen flashes with "Message Undeliverable: Please Connect with Service Site". Figures.
He looks over what Diana's found. "Did you break it?"
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A look of amusement crosses her face before she puts on a mock pout and heightens the pitch of her voice. "Oh, no, dear. I just looked at it and it broke, I swear! You know how useless my female brain with these technowhusits. It would be much better if you, a much more clever man, just took it out of my simple dish washing, pot roast making hands."
And with what could only be called a witches smile Diana shoved the said 'technowhusit' into Howards hands.
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He carries it over to the car. "And now, while we're all missing dear Jack, let's take a minute to consider the odds that anyone in our little group knows anything about technology."
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“What about that guy?” She smirked and used her hands to place quotation marks around his name. “You know, ‘the Master’.”
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Diana and Howard are unlikely to get people killed out of pure malice. To better their odds at surviving, sure. But the Master is a different sort of evil.
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Diana turned to him, expression one of expectation. ”Well, you know the others better than I do. What are Karis and Cedric like with this stuff?”
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So, meat shields.
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But Howard trying to keep Cedric lowkey was a funny sort of cute. In fact, the two of them walking on eggshells around her was adorable in the most amusing way and she had no intention of spoiling it yet.
"I asked if you know if any of them have a clue about electronics."
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Honestly, Howard likes being able to lord something over Diana - and the fact that he's been on the ship longer, and knows everybody, suits well enough.
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"Well, that's a great start."
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"Can I drive yet?" She smiled and teased as they opened the doors.
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