Yutaka - Engineer - Mention(s): Flux (ind: Vasilios)

(yes please mentions lol)
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(I don't take bionics so apologies to anyone that does)

Yutaka scanned the notes with a bit of a critical eye, nodding his head slightly. "Yeah, I think we could integrate this with our existing equipment. You'll need a microthread receptor link to connect the prosthesis' inputs to be completely coordinated with the human input, won't you? Or, maybe you could... ah, that makes sense. And..." his words descended into incoherent mumbling as he scanned the rest of the wrinkled piece of paper, tracing a line with his finger and unintentionally applying a line of almost transparent diluted oversaturated oil condensate on the page.

Maybe he hadn't washed his hands properly. But did he really need to? It wasn't like oversaturated oil condensate was too toxic in any way. Mainly because no-one had tried it before, but still.

Plus, if he wiped it on enough surfaces the diluted fluid would wipe itself away. That was the mentality, at least - he wasn't the cleaner. The others had to take turns wiping the deck, to sweep away whatever they brought in with them.

He unconsciously wiped his hands on the seat of his pants as he nodded, sheet of paper still in his hand as he turned back to Flux. "It's looking promising," he said, nodding. At least Flux understood what he was saying - most of the crew asked for "layman's terms" and to "dumb it down a bit". Really, what were they? It couldn't be that hard to follow along with his talk. (Usually it was.)

"You might need to tweak the polar connection system slightly though. I doubt Vasilios's existing receptable ports are completely compactible with some of these new-fangled interceptors they're rolling out nowadays." He nodded, then motioned to hand the paper back to the cook-slash-inventor. "I can help you get some of that, though, if you want. There might be some compactible microthread receptor processors in my store room, if you want to have a look." At least Flux wouldn't mess with the organization like some of the others did. "Plus, I'm heading out because we need a new Boze-Einstein coherence regulator. The old one kaput itself by imbalancing the condensate. I can get some of the stuff on this list that you need too on the way." If I remember to, which I hope I will. "Just need to run it past Cap first then we're good." He smiled.

Tiamat | Mentions: Urchin, Cassiopeia, Ava.

Her head was hanging low, feeling the pull of sleep after a long day of sitting and staring. Blue and black eyes blinking slower and slower as the minutes ticked by. Only when a dark shape pushed its way out from the lower deck did Tiamat’s head lift up quickly, trying to squint in order to figure out what it was. Her shoulders tensed as Tiamat leaned forwards, gripping tightly onto the mast to ensure she wouldn’t go flying off of her perch unexpectedly.

At the vaguely familiar sound, Tiamat’s ears pricked upright and her wings let go of the mast, flaring wide in excitement. It was the dark one, with spikes. She liked that one. Shifting her feet from side to side, preparing herself, Tiamat sized up the ship below before diving down from the mast. Wide wings gliding her down towards the other dragon, a light trill rumbling from her throat, tossing her head from side to side.

She landed off to the side, wings bending so that her clawed fingers could meet the deck, creeping forwards to look at the spiky creature. Behind her, Tiamat’s paddle-like tail was raised, tempted to flick from side to side as she studied the other dragon. It took a lot of focusing to see properly, even if she flicked down her third eyelid, Tiamat was still rather visually impaired on land.

A short sound began in her throat, her head dipped low just as a rattling of metal made her spin around to face another dragon that had landed behind her. In a panic, she flared her fins forwards and staggered backwards on unsteady hindlegs. Had they planned to ambush her? Tiamat’s lips curled, black gums displayed with the rows of teeth, bristling towards the newcomer. She didn’t recognise this one, this one was new. It had a human.

Taking a few slow steps backwards, Tiamat kept her wings firmly on the ground now, tail lashing behind her as a low growl sounded.

Flux de Angelis | Cook / Inventor | Mentions: Yutaka (dir.) Cassiopeia/Ava, Vasilios (indir.)

As the other man spoke, Flux was nodding along making small humming sounds as he tried to visualise what Yutaka was telling him. Tilting his head to the side with his eyebrows furrowed deeply, creasing the skin in between. Flux didn’t even seem to see the oil being traced over his work, too focused on understanding what he could change about the plans.

It was supposed to fit in with Vasilios’s pre-existing hardware, however, Flux had no idea how to install the stupid thing. So he needed to practice on dummy arms, ones he found at the trading hall before he even attempted to offer it to Vas. The last thing he wanted to do was mess it up.

He had been attempting to integrate it into various arms for a while, he wasn’t keeping track, a month, maybe more. Each time, something was slightly wrong and it was infuriating.

“I don’t know how any of Vas’s arms work, it’s so strange compared to everything else on the market.” He commented, half mumbling as he plucked the paper back to look over it with a more analytical eye. The polar system…maybe. His head was cocked all the way to the side, slowly he spoke again.

“If you could pick up anything that might be useful, that would be great, Yu-” At the sudden sound, Flux’s head snapped up to the ceiling. His muscles were tightening and his arms flinched, dropping the paper to the floor as he stared upwards. Reaching for a weapon that wasn’t at his hip, grasping at thin air instead. After realising he had nothing, Flux’s arms retracted and he turned around to look down the hall and then back at Yutaka. Whatever that was couldn’t have been good, unless the captain had ordered some sort of giant delivery, which was highly unlikely. Or it could be another group here for some sort of trade or meeting.

“You don’t know if there are people due to see Captain, do you?” Flux questioned, taking a step back, turning his torso as he looked down the hallway he had just come from. Quill hadn’t said anything about it to him.

“I’m not sure I want to go and see what that was.” Flux threw Yutaka a sheepish grin, he wasn’t equipped anymore. Physically and mentally to start battling crusaders, it was exhausting work and his body felt twenty years older than it actually was.

Meliora - Mention(s): Cassiopeia, Tiamat (ind: Ava)

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Flap. Flap. Flap. Meliora was once again off doing god knows what underneath the ship, just... being herself. Headstrong, with too much free time, and messing with some stuff that looked important underneath the ship.

Unlike Yutaka, Melie had no idea what she was doing. But it was something for her to do, and Yutaka would fix it, like he always did.

Bonk. Melie nudged her nose on some sort of square box that she knew wasn't that important - Yutaka had rambled on about how these were for so long she knew what she should and shouldn't touch by now. Like, that pole over there was a strict no-touchy, but this? This was... fine.

Melie sometimes wondered if Yutaka fixed some pointless things down here specifically just so she could break them. It was honestly not that far off, considering what she sometimes did.

Boop. It was almost off, and Melie could tell it was one nose boop away, and that it was most definitely a pointless little piece of whatnot that Yutaka had probably fixed there just so she could play around with it. But did she care? Not really.

Crash. That was not her, and the crash rattled the little empty metal box that Melie was playing with. After a second of being startled - things usually didn't go crash on ships, because crash meant something had gone wrong - she flapped up from below the ship, curious to what was going on.

Well, something was going on. Tiamat seemed to be extremely wary of - a new dragon. One that she hadn't recognized, and Melie studied her with a curious (and critical) eye. She was proud to be one of the few dragons out there, and this... was another new one that she didn't recognize.

Staying far back, behind Tiamat, she hovered midair as she watched curiously what was going on from a bit of a distance.

Now, this was more fun than nose-booping a metal box.