(Untitled)

[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

Comments

[hundred_twelfth]

He can find her in the training field with her lightwhip, making pretty patterns in the air.

Pretty, incredibly lethal patterns.

[eureka_bell]

Steve will just be keeping a respectful distance from those patterns, and give her time to spot him. For once, he's walking. Walking, and making a conscious effort not to look as if he's doing it under a stormcloud.

"Hey, Satya!"

Wave.

[hundred_twelfth]

"Steve!"

She turns off the 'whip and waves.

"What's wrong?"

Because, seriously. You don't need the Force to take one look at the normally chipper genius and extrapolate a bad day.

[eureka_bell]

"What? Nothing."

He's as bad a liar as ever. But, well, she didn't like the idea to begin with. He's not about to tell her that he and Gabriel had an argument over it.

"Tired. You all right?"

[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.