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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 17, 2014 18:24:29 GMT -5
Well after the incident with the Murmur, Silas was left with little to nothing to do. As was the norm on the Paragon, really. When you don't sleep, people start looking at you like some sort of ghost. Even more so when you can creep up behind someone without making much of a sound. Which was exactly what she was doing to poor Finn.
Dressed in her jammies, black pajama bottoms with white stars and crescent moons, along with a white tank top, Silas slipped into the engine room to admire the noise, as she usually did when no one else was there or when Finn was sleeping. This time around, Finn didn't have the benefit of being asleep, so Silas did the only logical thing she could do in that situation. She snuck up behind him and jabbed him in the back.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 17, 2014 18:29:42 GMT -5
Finn was working at a panel, running a simulation of some sort on the engine's output during atmo-popping. His eyes were following the little blinking dot of the Data-Paragon, watching it punch through the layers of a world. The jukebox was blaring, fighting with the noise of the engine for supremacy.
But somewhere in the world someone is gonna fall in love by the end of this song
So get up, get-
The rest of the lyrics were cut off as Finn leapt up, practically shrieking and spinning about, lifting his hands defensively. When he saw who it was, he glared daggers at her. "Silas! Ya nitwit, don' sneak up on a man like that!" he snapped.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 17, 2014 19:48:36 GMT -5
Silas snickered to herself. "It's nitwit now, is it? You sure as hell don't like me having any sort of fun, do you?" she teased, moving over to the jukebox to turn the volume down. "It's no wonder you can never hear me, what with how loud this stuff is. You'll make yourself deaf at this rate," she scolded.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 17, 2014 22:51:14 GMT -5
"It's calmin'!" he snaps as the music is turned down, fuming. "An' after we jus' dealt with a Coralon Murmur infestation, is makin' people jump really yer idea of fun?" he asks, shakking his head.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 18, 2014 0:45:56 GMT -5
"That was hours ago, Finn," she reminded with a frown. "And besides, I never did get a thank you for ripping the blighter off you, now did I? That's right, I didn't." She stuck her tongue out with that. So mature. "I'm sorry, though. For making you jump. I'm just making sure you're keeping on your toes."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 18, 2014 1:10:36 GMT -5
He paused, and then sighed, nodding. "Yer right. I've just been... twitchy since that. Sorry, an' thanks for th' help." he said, bfeore gesturing to the other stool at the work bench. "How're ye doin'? I heard y'took a dose of it t'help me too."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 18, 2014 1:12:18 GMT -5
"I'm okay," she lied. On the inside, she was a mess, but then again, when wasn't she? At least she hid it well. "Just excited to stretch my legs and go meet some old friends when we get topside." She moved to seat herself on the stool, leaning against the bench to stare at the turbines as they rotated.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 18, 2014 1:43:00 GMT -5
He follows her gaze to the engines, watching the rotation of the heavy machinery. "Go' lots of frien's down there, do ya?" he asks, clearing away some space on the cluttered workbench. "Lucky lass. Me an' Cate lef' most of ours behin' to star' this life."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 18, 2014 2:20:35 GMT -5
"To be fair, calling them friends is a bit of a stretch. I don't think I have any good friends anymore, except for you fine folk." She paused for a moment, considering something. "We are friends, right Finn?"
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 18, 2014 2:22:08 GMT -5
Finn looked over and raised a brow, then nodded. "A'course. I would'nae snap at ye an' then offer ya a seat if'n we weren't." he says, reaching over to clap Silas on the shoulder. "Despite annoyin' me from time to time, y'aint done me wrong yet."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 18, 2014 2:25:04 GMT -5
"Yet, he says," she chuckled. "I'm not that annoying, am I? I mean, sure, I steal your wrenches and I've rewired a couple of screens here and there, but it's not like I've done any serious harm to the ship. She's a fine vessel, and I actually wouldn't want to spoil her with any sort of tattoos from my line of work. She's . . . pure."
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 18, 2014 2:26:25 GMT -5
Finn chuckles, looking back to the engine's. "Heh, I suppose y'er not. An' y'aint done wrong by the Paragon either." he says, patting the work bench as if it were the flank of the ship. "This ol' girl, she's goin' home. Ferrum is where we foun' 'er."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 18, 2014 2:28:47 GMT -5
"Yeah? What was she like when you first got her? As shiny as she is now, or did you do what every great mechanic does and fix her up, giving her new guts and whatnot." She grinned at the thought, turning in her seat a little to fully face Finn, eyes fixed on him.
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Post by Glendan Finnigan on Apr 18, 2014 2:30:00 GMT -5
He snorts a bit and shakes his head. "She was rustin' an' abou' ta be torn apar'. I bough' her cheap, an' we 'ad to spend nearly six months makin' 'er ready t'fly again. Our firs' fligh' woulda wound up with us crashin' if no' fer Cate."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 18, 2014 2:31:36 GMT -5
She snickered at the thought. "Yeah, I can picture that. Cate seems like the type who could fly just about anything, even if it was kept together by duct tape and some spare thread. Damn good flyer . . . and she's got a damn good engineer for a partner. Bunch of cuties, you two," she teased, bumping a fist against Finn's shoulder.
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