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[eureka_bell]

Stevie here has, over recent weeks, been rediscovering the questionable joys of pulling all-nighters. However, that's not why he slept so badly last night. (One reason is that makeshift workshops do not make comfortable sleeping areas; Vader II's semi-finished cockpit has given him muscle cramps. The other reason is not open for discussion right

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[notanoptimist]

There is a Sokka and a car. The car's hood is open. The Sokka is bent over it, peering inside and clanging about with this tool or that tool from the box at his feet.

Every now and again, something is tossed out, frowned at, retrieved, frowned at some more, and then tossed away again.

[eureka_bell]

Steve spots him, and pauses.

Then heads towards him, in an interval between thing-tossing. The narration hopes that Sokka is in the mood to deal with a moody and contradictory Steve who looks like he could use some coffee and perhaps a hug. Not that he isn't making an effort to look normal.

"Need a hand?"

[notanoptimist]

Maybe Steve should be looking for Steph, in that particular case. She's much better at the coffee-making and hug-doing than he is.

Glancing over at the voice with lifted brows, Sokka smiles a little in greeting and shrugs. "Maybe? I'm trying to make it electric."

Fossil fuel = not too very abundant. Probably why the gas tank on the side of the car has already been cut open and removed.

[eureka_bell]

Uh-oh! An activity the details of which this mun knows nothing!

...we mean, um. Steve totally knows how to do that: he did it on Satya's speeder, after all. He just knows it... handwavily.

So he approaches the car, and starts helping... handwavily.

"You're in luck, then."

His grin is characteristic enough -- but today it seems to lack something, like it's only been painted on.

[notanoptimist]

Sokka grins in return. He may know the basics of how to do this, too, (while the mun has absolutely no idea and prefers handwaving to BSing based off Wikipedia) but it's always nice to have help. Especially when the help knows how to do something that isn't just in theory.

...yay help!!

"What about your jet?" he asks after a moment or two. That's the big exciting project, right?

[eureka_bell]

"Think she should be nearly done by now," says Steve, because hell if the narration remembers how long it's been in-progress for except that it's been for a long damn time. "Then we'll be getting her in the hangar and putting her together, eh?"

Being as she is in sections. One-man aircraft or not, they'd never get her out of the bunker door, otherwise.

[notanoptimist]

And this half of the narration is going to go right along and pretend that Sokka has been helping him, because Sokka is geeky like that.

And also: zeppelin. He's got a hell of a resume, really.

...well, considering the source, anyway.

"Awesome," says Sokka, who is all grins and happiness 'cause JET EEEE but in far manlier excited form. "Where to first?"

[eureka_bell]

That sounds like a pretence this narration can get behind!

"No idea," says Steve. Well, beyond the race, he has a list of places to fly that includes the entire world; he just hasn't put it in order yet. "Any suggestions?"

[notanoptimist]

"Everywhere," Sokka replies promptly, though slightly muffled with his head back under the hood. "How's that sound?"