Who: Tosh & Harper
When: Forward-dated to about midday Friday (I THINK?)
Where: Engine room
What: Welding! Well, actually the opposite, but there's a welder involved.
Warnings: Completely invented science.
Toshiko had been sleeping huddled up in a corner of the engine room for the last four nights and she was sick of it. She was conscious that they weren't absolutely up against a solid wall of desperation: the food would last another week or so, arrangements could be worked out for the vampires...
...but the Death Toll wasn't working. And Billy was dead, a thought that made her feel sick and angry. And she was tired of stumbling around the mostly-dark, slightly smoky hallways of the dead Barge like they were on the sodding Mayflower. Wasn't everyone?
She was leaning against the wall now, staring at where the engine's fuel injection system logically had to be. It was sealed off. At best, they would break through and the problem would be mechanical - a blocked pipe, a malfunctioning valve. At worst they would break through and find an empty fuel tank and then they'd know they were completely fucked.
But either way, they had to break through. They had to know.
She spoke to Harper without looking at him. "Is your nano-welder still working?"