20. all things great and small

[orderfromchaos]

[Public]

[He's seated in a hallway, with a flashlight. Hard to tell more than that.]

If you've got something that runs on batteries, I can replenish them. Restoring candles is trickier because the wick dissipates, but I can probably extend the lifespan on those, too. If you've got anything that's going bad without power, I can reverse it.

I'm at the end of the hall on the eighth floor if you want to bring stuff by, but if you need me to find you, I'll do that too.


[Spam]

[And sure enough, he's sitting where the door to the engine room used to be, eyes closed until he hears footsteps, most of his concentration focused on feeding restorative energy into the missing space, into whatever it is the barge needs to power itself and move.]


[Private to Elsa]

I've asked the admiral to restore your powers when he's around again. You needed them and you should have had them, and - you're ready. I think you're ready.

Comments

[Spam]

[mercurialize]

[Kylar approaches rather quietly and with curiosity.]

Think that'll actually work?

[Spam]

[orderfromchaos]

[He shrugs.]

I don't know. It seems worth trying.

[Spam]

[mercurialize]

I suppose if you have nothing else to do.

private

[bothfoulandfair]

I think so, too.

private

[orderfromchaos]

Yeah?

[Such a smile.]

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara's got her night vision goggles on. She does well enough navigating in the dark, but she'll need to make out finer details.

Or not.

She can't help but grimace, as her chair slows to a stop, fraught and frustrated.]

Any idea if there's anything on the other side?

[orderfromchaos]

No clue. The barge itself has always been blank to me. I can't even tell if my power is going anywhere.

[But. He's trying.]

[bodilesswarrior]

[Her smile is rueful, as she pulls the goggles off.]

Can't hurt to try, though. Anything I can do to help?

[orderfromchaos]

[He shrugs, a little haplessly, but moves from the spot.]

Maybe the door will show up for you cause you're authorized?

[spam]

[routemistress]

[Iris comes to find him after theit text exchange. She looks rough and red-eyed, but determined; and she's toting a box of assorted sparkly crap: everything from ancient Earth rubber band bracelets and fuzzy dice to Santraginian disco balls.]

Come on, starshine, we've got a tree to say 'ello to. What're you up to?

[spam]

[orderfromchaos]

[He raps on the wall with his knuckles: it does not sound hollow.]

Engine room used to be here. I'm - trying help the barge repair itself, I guess. Dunno if it's doing any good.