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ataraxionlogs2012-12-21 01:21 am
theredchampion) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-12-21 01:21 am
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CHARACTERS: Niall/Red, Soysauce
LOCATION: Gravity Couches
WARNINGS: Niall is not a nice person.
SUMMARY: Niall decides to try a little DIY on the couches. Sawyer catches him.
NOTES: Don't worry, he won't get anywhere with his DIY
Niall likes to know how things work.
It's a personal tic, he supposes. He dislikes not understanding a situation. Dislikes, especially, being trapped in a place so full of things he does not understand. Things they rely on to survive. Things that control them.
Things that have now malfunctioned in a way that could end up deadly.
Which is why Niall has chosen a quiet moment to slip back this way, checking nobody is coming before he stops himself in the shadows by one of the gravity couches with an unfortunate passenger still trapped inside.
Holding out a hand hesitantly he presses it to the glass, frowns and tries to concentrate. The only effect is a dull kickback of power that makes him retract his hand rapidly, curse under his breath and flex his fingers. As if anything on this vessel is ever that easy. Flipping his knife out of his pocket he searches through the tools for something he could use to get into the workings around the couches, anything that lets him see wires and cables he can lay his hands on. Not that this old blade is exactly suited to it. He drops himself onto the ground, flips it closed again and closes his fingers around it -- making it shimmer and reform itself into a different set.
He winces against it, a headache threatening, but ignores it -- flips out different tools and tries again. Niall hates modern technology, and this just reminds him of that. Partly because, of course, it's so inaccessible to him. He frowns as he fails to find the right tool, rolls his eyes (because of course this vessel wouldn't use a standard key to get into things) and closes his eyes as he forces it to change again. His headache kicks up a notch and he takes a slow breath, touches a hand to his face as he feels blood drip down it and scowls.
Nevermind. He can deal with that later.
LOCATION: Gravity Couches
WARNINGS: Niall is not a nice person.
SUMMARY: Niall decides to try a little DIY on the couches. Sawyer catches him.
NOTES: Don't worry, he won't get anywhere with his DIY
Niall likes to know how things work.
It's a personal tic, he supposes. He dislikes not understanding a situation. Dislikes, especially, being trapped in a place so full of things he does not understand. Things they rely on to survive. Things that control them.
Things that have now malfunctioned in a way that could end up deadly.
Which is why Niall has chosen a quiet moment to slip back this way, checking nobody is coming before he stops himself in the shadows by one of the gravity couches with an unfortunate passenger still trapped inside.
Holding out a hand hesitantly he presses it to the glass, frowns and tries to concentrate. The only effect is a dull kickback of power that makes him retract his hand rapidly, curse under his breath and flex his fingers. As if anything on this vessel is ever that easy. Flipping his knife out of his pocket he searches through the tools for something he could use to get into the workings around the couches, anything that lets him see wires and cables he can lay his hands on. Not that this old blade is exactly suited to it. He drops himself onto the ground, flips it closed again and closes his fingers around it -- making it shimmer and reform itself into a different set.
He winces against it, a headache threatening, but ignores it -- flips out different tools and tries again. Niall hates modern technology, and this just reminds him of that. Partly because, of course, it's so inaccessible to him. He frowns as he fails to find the right tool, rolls his eyes (because of course this vessel wouldn't use a standard key to get into things) and closes his eyes as he forces it to change again. His headache kicks up a notch and he takes a slow breath, touches a hand to his face as he feels blood drip down it and scowls.
Nevermind. He can deal with that later.