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]

[Donnie waits, anxious as he watches Jayce study the device. He's really not sure what to make of the shifting expression, and while he'd been confident he'd covered all the complications and problem areas that would needed to be addressed for the Brace Assisting Mobility Buffering Impact (no he's not sorry for the acronym but he's still a teenager and first impressions be first impressions), he can't help but feel a little uncertain the longer nothing is said.

Finally Jayce speaks, and Donnie lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.]

Yeah. I...thought it'd help. Because you can't possibly be happy moving around like that otherwise. Too much pressure on one side isn't good, I was going to make a supplemental support for your other leg too but I haven't gotten the pieces together yet. But I was hoping this would help at least, for now.

[hexrot]

[ supplemental support? even with the scarcity, he still made this. well, donnie is going to learn what it's like to suffocate. kindly. jayce needs to put the brace down, propped against the side of his truck and its tire, before his big arms encircle the turtle teen's neck and engulfs him in an embrace that could knock the wind right out of him. ]

It's genius.

[purplexing]

[Getting assaulted by a hug isn't something Donnie had figured in his list of potential responses. As it is he looks uncertain of what to expect from Jayce's approach, and by the time those arms come around it's too late to do anything else.

Donnie tenses, brain still racing to catch up after tripping over the hurdles of human contact. It's weird being hugged by a stranger, more so with Donnie's pickiness for personal space, but it's also weirdly comforting. Nostalgic. It reminds him of Raph's firm, protective embraces. He hasn't realized how much he'd missed those.

He's not sure if the blurriness of his vision is from homesickness or lack of oxygen. (He'd claim the latter.)

He's also not sure if he's supposed to be returning the hug, he's very awkward about social situations so in the end he manages lifting a hand in a hesitant pat. In Donnie-ese it speaks volumes, anyway.]