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ataraxionlogs2012-02-01 10:33 am
whatatoolhewas) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-02-01 10:33 am
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CHARACTERS: Joker and YOU
LOCATION: Shuttle bay
WARNINGS: Joker only dates ships?
SUMMARY: Joker has finally made it down to the shuttle bay to molest his new shuttles.
NOTES: None
It was a heck of a thing, getting around. But he was used to it. The Normandy was a smaller ship, easier to handle though he still preferred to pretty much live in the helm when he could. Meant long hours, but he was comfortable with that. Twelve, fourteen, sixteen hours with Kelly bringing him lunch and making sure he remembered to eat.
He knew that it wouldn’t work that way here. Nobody was going to haul food to and from the kitchens to the shuttles, so he’d have to gimp his ass from one end to the other and like it. It was goddamn exhausting, it was fucking inconvenient, but he’d have to deal.
For now, though? For now he was opening the doors to the shuttle bay and coming home. It wasn’t unlike the bay at the station, back in the day. They weren’t big ships; but it didn’t matter. It was a ship he could fly.
He hobbled toward one, eager to get it under his hands, see what made it work, get a feel for it. Find out what ones needed care, how fuel supplies looked, anything else. They were going to be his new best friends, these shuttles. Joker took good care for his friends.
LOCATION: Shuttle bay
WARNINGS: Joker only dates ships?
SUMMARY: Joker has finally made it down to the shuttle bay to molest his new shuttles.
NOTES: None
It was a heck of a thing, getting around. But he was used to it. The Normandy was a smaller ship, easier to handle though he still preferred to pretty much live in the helm when he could. Meant long hours, but he was comfortable with that. Twelve, fourteen, sixteen hours with Kelly bringing him lunch and making sure he remembered to eat.
He knew that it wouldn’t work that way here. Nobody was going to haul food to and from the kitchens to the shuttles, so he’d have to gimp his ass from one end to the other and like it. It was goddamn exhausting, it was fucking inconvenient, but he’d have to deal.
For now, though? For now he was opening the doors to the shuttle bay and coming home. It wasn’t unlike the bay at the station, back in the day. They weren’t big ships; but it didn’t matter. It was a ship he could fly.
He hobbled toward one, eager to get it under his hands, see what made it work, get a feel for it. Find out what ones needed care, how fuel supplies looked, anything else. They were going to be his new best friends, these shuttles. Joker took good care for his friends.