she drives me crazy [OPEN]
WHO: Isaac Clarke & YOU
WHAT: After a moment at the Hollow, Isaac decides to go do some. Shopping.
WHERE: Lower zones. It's cheaper there.
WHEN: Thursday, late afternoon.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Isaac's own issues and his foul mouth.
"Hey Isaac, want to come work for me and fix my portal?" the engineer mutters under his breath, imitating the Air Commander. "Oh, sure Starscream, let me just fuck quantum physics in the ass and get right on that for you! The fuck was I thinking taking this job?"
It's a fine, basic summary for how his employment under Starscream was formed. The portal was broken, Starscream blamed Isaac, Isaac blamed Starscream, then the jet hired him to fix it. Thing was, Isaac is familiar with all sorts of technology, but a portal that goes to other dimensions? A little out of his field.
Slap together a weapon out of spare parts in one minute, quickly put together his very own stasis module, or rip a kinesis module from a machine and fix it into his own suit? All doable and practically nothing to him. This, though?
Shit, he doesn't know.
For now, he's outlined the basics of his own stasis module. The damn thing can slow down time, and melded with a necromorph it makes them crazy fast. With that in mind and getting down to the gritty basics with what the module is based off of, it should logically be possible to configure it with the portal, understand it, and fix the damn thing.
It just won't be fast.
The engineer digs around inside of the portal generator, grumbling to himself, "Fucking pain in the--"
"Twinkle twinkle little star..."
Isaac freezes up. The room is discolored. His head is humming, pounding, and he hears that tune in the familiar voice.
"How I wonder what you are, up above the world so far."
"Shit shit shit," he whispers to himself, pulling out of the generator quickly, stumbling back. His eyes dart around behind his helmet, trying to spot her.
"How nice for you, having a vacation in this city. Did you forget about me? Are you glad that you're away from the ship? Maybe you won't accidentally come across my body! What a lucky break."
Isaac braces his gloved hands against his helmet. "It's not like that, I-- I was ready to do what I had to. Even there."
"So you could die on the ship, be with me again? Is that what you wanted?" She hisses behind him. "You're pathetic. Making yourself look powerful in front of the machines. They could kill you with just a step! And you keep egging them on. Maybe you're hoping they manage to do it."
He turns to face her, snapping, "You're not Nicole!"
"MAKE US WHOLE."
She's gone. Isaac lets out a breath.
...He really needs to get out of here for awhile.
-=-=-
"...and one blow torch." The mech -- Swindle, he thinks his name is. Fuck, they're all Swindle at this stand, so hell if he knows the difference. "I believe that's everything, yes! Your ID bolt, please."
Without thinking, Isaac shrugs and holds it up.
After scanning it, Swindle gives a curious look. "This says your name is Blackout."
"...Yeah, well. Everyone in my world is a suited. Guy. Like this," Isaac responds dryly. "Can I have my shit?"
One more investigative glance, the vendor hands the bag to the engineer before Isaac continues his shopping elsewhere.
WHAT: After a moment at the Hollow, Isaac decides to go do some. Shopping.
WHERE: Lower zones. It's cheaper there.
WHEN: Thursday, late afternoon.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Isaac's own issues and his foul mouth.
"Hey Isaac, want to come work for me and fix my portal?" the engineer mutters under his breath, imitating the Air Commander. "Oh, sure Starscream, let me just fuck quantum physics in the ass and get right on that for you! The fuck was I thinking taking this job?"
It's a fine, basic summary for how his employment under Starscream was formed. The portal was broken, Starscream blamed Isaac, Isaac blamed Starscream, then the jet hired him to fix it. Thing was, Isaac is familiar with all sorts of technology, but a portal that goes to other dimensions? A little out of his field.
Slap together a weapon out of spare parts in one minute, quickly put together his very own stasis module, or rip a kinesis module from a machine and fix it into his own suit? All doable and practically nothing to him. This, though?
Shit, he doesn't know.
For now, he's outlined the basics of his own stasis module. The damn thing can slow down time, and melded with a necromorph it makes them crazy fast. With that in mind and getting down to the gritty basics with what the module is based off of, it should logically be possible to configure it with the portal, understand it, and fix the damn thing.
It just won't be fast.
The engineer digs around inside of the portal generator, grumbling to himself, "Fucking pain in the--"
"Twinkle twinkle little star..."
Isaac freezes up. The room is discolored. His head is humming, pounding, and he hears that tune in the familiar voice.
"How I wonder what you are, up above the world so far."
"Shit shit shit," he whispers to himself, pulling out of the generator quickly, stumbling back. His eyes dart around behind his helmet, trying to spot her.
"How nice for you, having a vacation in this city. Did you forget about me? Are you glad that you're away from the ship? Maybe you won't accidentally come across my body! What a lucky break."
Isaac braces his gloved hands against his helmet. "It's not like that, I-- I was ready to do what I had to. Even there."
"So you could die on the ship, be with me again? Is that what you wanted?" She hisses behind him. "You're pathetic. Making yourself look powerful in front of the machines. They could kill you with just a step! And you keep egging them on. Maybe you're hoping they manage to do it."
He turns to face her, snapping, "You're not Nicole!"
"MAKE US WHOLE."
She's gone. Isaac lets out a breath.
...He really needs to get out of here for awhile.
-=-=-
"...and one blow torch." The mech -- Swindle, he thinks his name is. Fuck, they're all Swindle at this stand, so hell if he knows the difference. "I believe that's everything, yes! Your ID bolt, please."
Without thinking, Isaac shrugs and holds it up.
After scanning it, Swindle gives a curious look. "This says your name is Blackout."
"...Yeah, well. Everyone in my world is a suited. Guy. Like this," Isaac responds dryly. "Can I have my shit?"
One more investigative glance, the vendor hands the bag to the engineer before Isaac continues his shopping elsewhere.