Because I can. [open]
To hell with Batman! Dustin was getting his stuff himself.
As one of the new arrivals, Dustin had been comparatively busy to the others who were still trying to get their bearings, or grieving, or doing other such useless activities that got absolutely nothing done. He’d never been one for dawdling, after all-and considering what was at stake, what time did he have to waste? It still amazed him to no end that there weren’t people stationed, 24/7, at important areas that could be further investigated or probed for information. Were they really all that hopeless? Or were they all just stupid?
Dustin assumed it was a combination of the two, because he was fairly convinced that he was about to fix the big problem.
Over the past few days he’d been gathering supplies. First he’d gone back to the Weapons and Possessions Locker, perhaps in the hope that some of his items had been uncovered. To his immediate delight he found his red backpack; unfortunately it was completely emptied, save for a few scrap parts of metal and wire and dirtied, illegibly scrawled paper. There were also some manual, more primitive tools, such as an old pair of pliers and a miniature flashlight-but nothing of any immediate use.
Dustin moved on to the Special Weapons division. The name made him disappointed, but it was worth the trip. The vast majority of his inventions, more advanced tools, and even a few blueprints were in various, easily-accessible boxes in storage. All items, though they took up quite a lot of room, easily fit into Dustin’s backpack and pants pockets.
And yet the most important items were still missing! Obviously there was only one place they could be at this point: the Main Armory.
Dustin did his research beforehand (and when he first encountered the control interface at the Armory itself, which he found to be simple but cleverly efficient). He was painfully aware that, should he take out his most vital of possessions, they would be whisked off to the Precinct Armory where he would never be able to access them. At first Dustin considered taking advantage of the reputation he’d built up already by punching out Kirk, therefore having him be whisked off to the cells where he could easily break out and steal away his weapons; only when he got to the Armory did he realize that there were, in fact, other lockers in which he could safely deliver his items. Some quick map comparisons later and Dustin chose a location close to his destination-it was a tiny little indent in the wall by Engineering, but he could get down there in time.
Biological recognition also told him that there was something else on board, other than his possessions in the Armory, that was of great importance to him and should be immediately investigated once he finished in Neuropathy. Dustin was almost giddy with excitement, but of course that would have to wait.
Now, standing just outside the entrance to Engineering with a full backpack slung over his shoulder and a heavily modified cellphone in his gloved right hand, Dustin had everything he needed. This should only take a few minutes.
Or at least it should, if all these people staring at him don’t try and stop him. Not that Dustin doesn’t enjoy a captive audience, but seriously people, can’t a man fix a transdimensional ship’s brain in peace?
((ooc: One thread would be nice so that Dustin doesn't have to explain and/or experience the same things more than once.))
As one of the new arrivals, Dustin had been comparatively busy to the others who were still trying to get their bearings, or grieving, or doing other such useless activities that got absolutely nothing done. He’d never been one for dawdling, after all-and considering what was at stake, what time did he have to waste? It still amazed him to no end that there weren’t people stationed, 24/7, at important areas that could be further investigated or probed for information. Were they really all that hopeless? Or were they all just stupid?
Dustin assumed it was a combination of the two, because he was fairly convinced that he was about to fix the big problem.
Over the past few days he’d been gathering supplies. First he’d gone back to the Weapons and Possessions Locker, perhaps in the hope that some of his items had been uncovered. To his immediate delight he found his red backpack; unfortunately it was completely emptied, save for a few scrap parts of metal and wire and dirtied, illegibly scrawled paper. There were also some manual, more primitive tools, such as an old pair of pliers and a miniature flashlight-but nothing of any immediate use.
Dustin moved on to the Special Weapons division. The name made him disappointed, but it was worth the trip. The vast majority of his inventions, more advanced tools, and even a few blueprints were in various, easily-accessible boxes in storage. All items, though they took up quite a lot of room, easily fit into Dustin’s backpack and pants pockets.
And yet the most important items were still missing! Obviously there was only one place they could be at this point: the Main Armory.
Dustin did his research beforehand (and when he first encountered the control interface at the Armory itself, which he found to be simple but cleverly efficient). He was painfully aware that, should he take out his most vital of possessions, they would be whisked off to the Precinct Armory where he would never be able to access them. At first Dustin considered taking advantage of the reputation he’d built up already by punching out Kirk, therefore having him be whisked off to the cells where he could easily break out and steal away his weapons; only when he got to the Armory did he realize that there were, in fact, other lockers in which he could safely deliver his items. Some quick map comparisons later and Dustin chose a location close to his destination-it was a tiny little indent in the wall by Engineering, but he could get down there in time.
Biological recognition also told him that there was something else on board, other than his possessions in the Armory, that was of great importance to him and should be immediately investigated once he finished in Neuropathy. Dustin was almost giddy with excitement, but of course that would have to wait.
Now, standing just outside the entrance to Engineering with a full backpack slung over his shoulder and a heavily modified cellphone in his gloved right hand, Dustin had everything he needed. This should only take a few minutes.
Or at least it should, if all these people staring at him don’t try and stop him. Not that Dustin doesn’t enjoy a captive audience, but seriously people, can’t a man fix a transdimensional ship’s brain in peace?
((ooc: One thread would be nice so that Dustin doesn't have to explain and/or experience the same things more than once.))