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Who: THE TUCKERS and anyone who wants to come over for dinner.
Where: The Tucker residence.
What: Trip trying to fix the stove and then cook things. :|
When: First day of port, evening.
Warnings: Trip might set the house on fire.
Trip was good at a lot of things. Give him something to work on and he could take it apart, put it back together and get it running better then it had been without even really exerting himself. After all, you didn't get to be the chief engineer of the first warp five capable starship from Earth if you weren't good at your job.
So, in theory, this 21st century stove shouldn't be giving him that much trouble. It was just a stove. It's not like it was an alien warp reactor or something, even if it might as well have been by this point. After trying to get it to turn on in an attempt to figure out how they'd be making dinner while stuck here, he'd realized one of the burners seemed kind of off. So, he'd pulled it out from the wall, unplugged it, started tinkering, and was now sitting on the floor trying to figure out how everything fit back together. He'd always been better at taking things apart then putting them back together, and apparently that applied to stuff from decades ago too.
Whether or not he'd be able put it back together again was another matter entirely, but he wasn't planning on giving up.
Where: The Tucker residence.
What: Trip trying to fix the stove and then cook things. :|
When: First day of port, evening.
Warnings: Trip might set the house on fire.
Trip was good at a lot of things. Give him something to work on and he could take it apart, put it back together and get it running better then it had been without even really exerting himself. After all, you didn't get to be the chief engineer of the first warp five capable starship from Earth if you weren't good at your job.
So, in theory, this 21st century stove shouldn't be giving him that much trouble. It was just a stove. It's not like it was an alien warp reactor or something, even if it might as well have been by this point. After trying to get it to turn on in an attempt to figure out how they'd be making dinner while stuck here, he'd realized one of the burners seemed kind of off. So, he'd pulled it out from the wall, unplugged it, started tinkering, and was now sitting on the floor trying to figure out how everything fit back together. He'd always been better at taking things apart then putting them back together, and apparently that applied to stuff from decades ago too.
Whether or not he'd be able put it back together again was another matter entirely, but he wasn't planning on giving up.