[2/15/2012 10:58:30 PM] Diana Webster: It was the middle of the night and she was wide awake. That was a common problem for Joka. Being drunk as shit to try and solve the problem was also an often encountered delima in her ever going quest to cure insomnia. All she had left out of her clothes was a small tank top and a pair of men’s boxers. They weren’t her crew member’s, but they weren’t hers either, and at the moment she didn’t care. Joka had a panel at the control station open and was attempting to get the rewiring done, since there was no way she could get herself to fall asleep. Ever so often she’d drop everything with a clang, bang her head and grumbled about gatorbats. Finally, there was a very loud FZZZZZZT and Joka screaming out all kinds of curses.
The lights went out.
[2/15/2012 11:04:20 PM] Ocha: Ferro was asleep, dreaming. They were not the most pleasant of dreams, but considering all he had been through of late it wasn’t too unexpected either. Still though chaotic dreams fueled by worries and fears makes one less then optimistic when they find themselves waking for no good reason. Something was wrong, very wrong! Sitting up quickly Ferro attempted to turn on the automative lights, except there was no response! Panic sunk in, he had to make it to the electrical control center before the cascade effect got too far out of hand. Grabbing blindly for his vest that had most of his tools, Ferro ran out of his room, blindly finding his way through the corridors.
[2/15/2012 11:08:53 PM] Diana Webster: “IT’S OKAY! I GOT THIS!” She shouted upon hearing him barelling out of his rooms. Without any power running through the ship, it was pretty easy to hear every footstep, and even every breath. Joka’s own steps sound like she wasn’t any walking in a straight line as she stumbled out of the control room, braced a hand against the wall and padded her way through the dark. “Fuuuuuck… I need a light… And a cigarette…”
[2/15/2012 11:12:28 PM] Ocha: “What the hell did you do!” Ferro was still carrying his vest and was going just a tad too fast in the dark, running smack into Joka. He then muttered idiot, though if it was to himself or at her was hard to tell. “Where’s your emergency kit?” He asked once he backed back up a few inches.
[2/15/2012 11:20:42 PM] Diana Webster: “Whew..! You move fast!” Her words weren’t slurring, but they came out far too slow with the current situation at hand. She squinted in to the dark. “Ah… That’s… somewhere.” Did she take that with her to the control room? …Did she even have one. “Ah yeah… in the place.. down there. Engine room! That’s what I mean.” Joka laughed to herself as she pushed past him to head that way. Clearly unconcerned with the entire ship’s power being out.
[2/15/2012 11:22:58 PM] Ocha: Ferro frowns and when he feels her hand on his chest he grabs it. “What did you do,” he asks slowly. Obviously they’re screwed if he doesn’t fix things fast, but he’s going to be going in blind… literally!
[2/15/2012 11:29:24 PM] Diana Webster: “Pfft. Dun worry about it, jeezus… Was jus fixing up the wiring in the control panel. Damn near fritzed myself in the process. Dipshits didn’t know how to wire a few buttons.” We-heeell. He had a nice chest! Too bad she couldn’t see in the dark, he felt as hard as a rock! Joka was grinning pretty wide. “Iiiii’ll have it fixed no prob.”
[2/15/2012 11:33:55 PM] Ocha: Buttons, buttons, of course! He now knew what she thought she was doing. Now he only hoped it wouldn’t be too hard to fix before the temperature started dropping! “I’ll fix it. It’s why you hired me. You will go find the emergency kit and bring it back here.” It was perhaps inappropriate to do to ones captain, but Ferro turned her in the direction of the corridor, then smacked her ass to get going. Then he could go to the control panel in peace, he thought.
[2/15/2012 11:41:19 PM] Diana Webster: Joka gave a surprised yelp, followed by a long string of giggling as she stumbled her way back down the corridor. By the time she had finally gotten to the engine room (after more than one moment of forgetting why she was even in there in the first place) and finding the emergency kit, the temperatures inside the ship were already starting to drop. Joka near fell in to the command room, dropping the kit-box on the floor with a THUMP. She also seemed to forget that he said he would be the one to fix it, as she was leaning over looking for what she needed. “Uuhn… So glad the gravity polarizer isn’t connected to the main power. Would be barfing all up in this joint trying to fix shit upside down.”
[2/15/2012 11:45:11 PM] Ocha: Ferro was doing this all by touch. There was nothing else to guide him, no sounds yet and thankfully no smells. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to be easy even with light without light, well at least he was sure of which wires were not part of the main power controls. “Is there light sticks in there?” what WAS she digging around for, it sounded like tools!
[2/15/2012 11:47:11 PM] Diana Webster: “Would you get out of the way, I gotta get this fixed before we’re iced out in space.” Standing close enough to him that she could reach a leg out and start shoving at him with her foot, Joka didn’t seem to have any intentions on finding any light.
[2/15/2012 11:52:05 PM] Ocha: Ferro sent a quick prayer for strength to any powers that be then in a very calm voice repeated himself. “You hired me to fix this ship,” of course he knew that wasn’t going to be enough, “it’s what I’m good at. I will be better at it if a certain space captain actually did her part for her crew member and provided light, which should be in the emergency kit that she, damn it!” Well on the bright side he found the live feed, now he could do something!
[2/16/2012 12:08:24 AM] Diana Webster: “I’ve been fixin’ these damn ships prolly as long as you were frozen, I dun need none of your– Oh for fucks sake, I can’t yell at you in the dark!” Muttering a whole lot of curse words under her breath, Joka was on her knees digging through the kit. There were a couple of loud CRACKS as she activated the sticks and tossed them in his general direction. “Like I was sayin’, here you are fixing all my shit, but I gotta DO something when I can’t sleep!”
[2/16/2012 12:13:35 AM] Ocha: Light, blessed light. Ferro was glad for it, as he reached over with one hand, still on his stomach, while the other hand held the all important wire. “Please keep yelling,” if she was yelling she was too busy to be in his way. The lighting wasn’t great, but it was enough to work with, he grabbed one stick, while the others eliminated the area around his body, is completely naked body. Not a stitch of clothing, not even underwater.
[2/16/2012 12:19:43 AM] Diana Webster: A naked man lying on the floor wasn’t what Joka was expecting to see when her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she was standing up to start kicking at him again. One of her hands fell to rest on top of her head, as she tilted, leaning on a shoulder against the wall. “Huh…” Right. Yelling.” Woo… had she managed to win those dice rolls, maybe she would have found someone- er – something else better to do to keep herself awake than screwing around with the wiring. “Yeah..! You’ve been a real pain in the ass…” The argument was half hearted. She was too busy tilting her head and watching him work.
[2/16/2012 12:23:20 AM] Ocha: “Uh-hu? I’m sure you feel that way,” he said while he reached for a coupling for the wires before he spliced them. The floor was getting colder by the moment, but he wanted to be sure the job was done right so he didn’t have to do this again! “What else, get it all out.” and stay out of my hair’ was the unspoken conclusion to that sentence. He almost had it.
[2/16/2012 12:44:25 AM] Diana Webster: “You’re pretty damn condescending too when you put your mind to it! Have half a mine to shove you out the airlock.” She muttered. At this point she really didn’t care what he was doing, she was just enjoying the view. A terribly wide grin plastered across her face as she tapped her fingers on her head. Joka debated if she was drunk enough to pounce on him the minute the power came back on. …Naaaw. …but she WAS still thinking up some excuses on why it might be a good idea.
[2/16/2012 12:48:10 AM] Ocha: “I’m glad you’re not listening to that half then,” and with a rush of sound power was restored! Lights flickered once then came on as monitors and indicators came back to life. Ferro was double checking all the currents, he didn’t need for this to all melt down in another few hours. With a sigh of relief he pushed out of the control paneling.
[2/16/2012 12:52:13 AM] Diana Webster: Joka was still leaning there against the wall, leaning like a chesire cat. Probably with the expression of some wicked older woman than just found herself a nice little dish to eat. Had she been sober, it wouldn’t have taken her so long to suddenly wipe the look off her face, cough, and put on that more stern ‘business scowl’. “Yeah. And you better! What the fuck am I supposed to do in the middle of the night when I can’t get the fuck to sleep, and you’re already off running around naked and fixing everything before I get my hands on stuff? Huh?”
[2/16/2012 12:56:15 AM] Ocha: Ferro was not ashamed as he stood, he knew very well that he had nothing to be ashamed about, but the damn ship was still taking time to warm up and he really didn’t want argue with her. With as drunk as Joka was it could be all night! “I don’t care what you do,” he said and put his vest in, which didn’t hide really anything. “Read a book, make jewelry,” and he started walking back to the corridor. “Do not try to repair the ship while drunk!”
[2/16/2012 1:04:49 AM] Diana Webster: “What I doooo,” she responded, following behind him and taking the opportunity to check out his rear. That was pretty nice too. “is work on the ship. I’ve been plenty drunker than this and do juuuuus fine, without you meddlin’ and gettin’ in the way before I can get anything done.” Reaching out to grab it wouldn’t hurt, right? One guy’s ass slap was another girl’s grabby hands. She was already reaching out for pinch.
[2/16/2012 1:10:18 AM] Ocha: Ferro tried to count as she followed him, trying desperately to keep his patience. It’s not like he’d never dealt with a drunk before, but that was family! Joka was something completely different! He turned around to stare her down, not realizing what she was meaning to do before he did so. “You’re drunk! It’s not an excuse to almost getting us killed yet again!” He was yelling, he didn’t mean to yell, but he was frustrated.
[2/16/2012 1:16:19 AM] Diana Webster: Joka nearly ran right in to him. She caught herself in time to rest her hands on her hips and scowl. What the hell was he all up and pissy about? “FIRST of all,” she really couldn’t help but raise her voice to match. “The only person I near get killed is me and that ain’t nothin’ to be concerned about! Drunk or not, I know how to fix my own damned ship so it’s not any of your business! Maybe if you weren’t so goddamned uptight you wouldn’t be gettin’ yourself in to so much shit!”
[2/16/2012 1:21:49 AM] Ocha: “You call losing your whole power array fixing? I’m surprised you hadn’t gotten yourself killed sooner! Or maybe all this self destructive activities is for just that. Trying to get yourself killed!” If Ferro had been thinking he’d be ashamed at what he just said, but he was cranky. Boozed enhanced nightmares about real events coupled by a very real emergency just now. “And if people didn’t care what my people did when they aren’t hurting anyone, I wouldn’t have to be so damn uptight!”
[2/16/2012 1:31:47 AM] Diana Webster: “It’s not like I’m doing anything with my life anyway, so what does it matter! Jeezus, you make such a big damned deal about everything! Can’t you just shuddup and take shit for what it is?” Joka wasn’t sure when it all turned from oggling him to wanting to sock him in the face, but she was definitely gearing up to take a swing at him. Naked or not.
[2/16/2012 1:37:20 AM] Ocha: “No, I fix shit that’s broken, but obviously you just don’t care,” he was leaning over her by now, though luckily for Joka’s ears he wasn’t shouting anymore. “I’d never met someone with so much fire and no regard for her life! You’re a contradiction! I don’t know if I should shake you,” he paused then shook his head. “I’m going back to sleep. If you’re going to kill yourself, please don’t get me involved.”
[2/16/2012 1:46:09 AM] Diana Webster: “Ooh, look at me. I’m Ferro and I’m goin’ to bed cause I can’t deal with a crazy woman!” she mocked as he stalked off. Not seeming to care that she was calling herself crazy or acting like an ass in the process. Joka almost let him get away too. Almost. But there she went stomping after him. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not gonna get me all pissy and fired up, then go on and sleep while I’m out here stewing with insomnia! You wanna fix things and annoy the hell out of me, fucking fix THAT!”
[2/16/2012 1:52:47 AM] Ocha: “Now you’re being plane selfish,” Ferro said while still walking, only stopping at the door to his room. “You have you’re life, as fucked up as you might have made it. You know what you’re doing as well.” Ferro just looks at the door, though he knows she’s right behind him. “I don’t have that any more. All I have is my hands and my knowledge and neither seem to be of value to you, and I don’t have the resources to use my talents in any other way!” Ferro wasn’t even sure he was making any sense.
[2/16/2012 2:01:41 AM] Diana Webster: “What?” she sounded completely appalled, and had he been turned around her expression would have matched her tone. Now she was resting her hands on her hips, scowling in the most bewildered way. “Just because I’m pitchin’ a hissy cause you’ve done taken over job and made me useless on my own ship doesn’t mean your skill and shit isn’t appreciated and useful. I don’t give jobs out of pity.” She fell silent for a moment before she swatted at his back in annoyance. “Like you’re the only damn person in the universe all alone. I’m selfish, but you’re pretty damn unobservant!”