TEXT; USER: JT

[hexrot]

If there are any other engineers or tech-savvy Drifters among us that aren't waterbound, Viktor and I won't dismiss the assistance with the generator. We're doing our best to get it running, or at least construct temporary vehicle augumentations to reinforce our defenses in the mean time. They'll be bare bones and have a short life span, but it's better than nothing. That being said, my current projects will be temporarily postponed until further notice. If I'm not working parts, I'm gathering wood, and I can only step outside at dusk.

[ or if he snows in the damn place but uhhhh no thank you! ]

Donnie and Danse, you'll hear back from me when your respective requests are finished. I haven't forgotten any of them.

In the meantime, if you come across any generator parts, bring them to us as soon as possible, please. Any remnants of metal, elements, chemicals or hands to help with the wood would be valued if you can find or offer— I'll trade my work for it, if you have the patience for a queue. I can do minor fixes where needed.

Any questions, you can ask them here or come to the forge. It's hard to miss.

[ it's the only lisa frank pick up for miles. the thing is hard to miss, especially when jayce is working the little cargo bed forge he's built over the last two months. characters are welcome to come visit directly while he's working at night; smoke signals and his hammer (hand sized, not the big one) pounds throughout the late hours, while he's asleep or within the convoy from sunrise to sunset. ]

— JT

Comments

[purplexing]

Generator gets priority, agreed.

Need any assistance with fixing it? Working on finding the parts.

[hexrot]

We won't turn it down if you're offering.

[purplexing]

Personally I'd be offended if you left me out.

You at your truck now?

[hexrot]

You're not exactly easy to leave out of something like this, Don.

Forge alcove, as always.

[purplexing]

Are we that shorthanded for engineers and the technically minded?

I'll stop by before having a look at that power plant. Be there shortly.

[hexrot]

Now you're just selling yourself short.

[ he'll be at the truck, though! burning wood for coal. ]

[purplexing]

GASP! I would never! That was an honest question though; I am curious.

[Turns out? He can totally text and fly!! -andddd only slightly overshoot his target, but he doesn't mind a bit of extra airtime as he swings around to make his descent.]

[hexrot]

There you are.

[ it's important for a brilliant mind to actually acknowledge the brilliance where it's valid! jayce was one to talk— his arrogance has led him places . . .

anyway. the right amount doesn't hurt. ]

We're running short on an engineer team, yeah. It's just you, me and Viktor.

[purplexing]

[Ah, true birds of a feather they are. Donnie's certainly had his share of experiences there, but it hasn't seemed to diminish his own ego all that much.]

Well, I guess we should be thankful we have any sort of team at all. I'm not sure what the criteria is for the people they snatch and bring here, after all.

Incoming.

[He alights on the ground not long after, wincing as his feet and legs have been sore again lately, and he doesn't like the implications. The turtle folds his wings and readjusts the bundle he has under an arm as he makes his way towards the forge.]

Helloooo?

[hexrot]

[ hey, so for these particular conditions? jayce is disliking the rain. it's damp everywhere, humid, and absolutely the worst circumstance to not only keep a fire burning in the confines of a forge, but actually making coal. jayce has been forced to save fuel, using other materials to burn such as lard, bones, anything— as long as it didn't eat through the remainder of his already dwindling supply. with a canopy stretched out over his truck made with fabrics and thin sheets of scrap, and a drying rack within the convoy's empty spaces where the heating is favorable to dry out waterlogged tree trunks, jayce is turning the logs over and sighing, quite heavily, as he checks the coal barrels. so far so good, but . . . this is stressing him out. so much that his acknowledgement of donnie's arrival are focused on his swiveling ears. slanted eyes are kind of glued to the fire and trying to keep it burning. ]

Hey, Whiz.

[purplexing]

[This isn't Donnie slightly tickled at being called 'Whiz.' Okay, he might be just a tiny bit giddy, but he composes himself as he steps towards the makeshift awning, making sure to try dislodging all the excess water from his wings before he gets closer to the forge area. He tucks his wings close against his shell, bundle held to his chest.]

How's it going?

[He's no stranger to dealing with damp conditions when he lives in a sewer back home, but that doesn't mean he's oblivious to the complications, and unlike the sewers, they're in an open environment.]

Brought something for you.

[hexrot]

[ jayce grunts at the question that's more than enough of an answer to sum up the feeling. eh. he's in a bit of a foul mood, all weather and generator puzzle-born, but he tries not to let that trickle over to the current company.

something for him— jayce only assume's what it is, dumbly, poking the fire he's been trying to keep to life as it burned away at the coal containment. it's an uphill battle keeping this thing burning, and as he adds a few strategically placed pieces of dry log and nubs of bone around the pile that already bones, he replies: ]

My kingdom for dry wood.

[ joke. he's joking. there is no dry wood anywhere. if he doesn't laugh about it he's going to punch a tree, or cry. ]

[purplexing]

If it's not one thing, it's another...

[Donnie glances past the awning at the dark skies.]

Well, at least we can cut some stuff down and let it season.

[He steps closer, holding out the bundle, glad the material he'd found off one of the boats had been waxed.

No wood here, sadly, but...there is some sort of- well, it's a brace. The adjustable straps to go around a limb are padded as Donnie had taken into consideration Jayce's...deterioration. The whole thing's rigged for the odd backwards joint, featuring a pair of slim gas lift cylinders to help for stability. Someone had raided any bit of furniture that he could, back at the hospital.]

Best I could come up with without too many specialized parts but...