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| Casper Adlam | Mar 3 2011, 02:51 AM Post #1 |
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Casper frowned, little creases forming on that ridge just above his nose and wrinkling the smooth skin of his forehead, fingers still hovering over the sliding hatch control. What on earth had the crew done to the table? It was an extremely expensive piece of equipment, one of the higher end features on-board the APV. Generally it was given the utmost care. And yet somehow the holo-drive was projecting nothing but a moving cloud of static, giving the conference room the eerie feel of a thick fog. Except instead of cold and damp this fog had a distinctly digital glow. Streaks of harsh black whites and grays flashing before his eyes. Two Engineers had been called in previously, but neither could find anything mechanically wrong with the machine, and both were worried what simply unplugging the drives might damage further. It was only then they had contacted Casper on of the few Communications officers on duty that afternoon but not actively on the bridge. Instead he had been off at the cannon array, completing calibration diagnostics of the software due to a slight lag in response time. Upon receiving the maintenance request nothing of this caliber had come to mind. Tightening his jaw the Petty Officer straightened up, taking in a fortifying breath before plunging forward into the chaos. The room was by no means small, but at the very least it's majority was controlled by the table in question. The chance of him missing such a large mark were astronomically small. Soon the flickering blue hue from the work station screens added into the mix. Calling up not one but three extra firewall precautions on top of the standard set he used on the Data Pad, the young man connected his terminal to the nearest port, leaning close to read the screen clearly. It took him quite a while to make any headway on the problem, his shadowed silhouette cutting through the fog towards the door as he stood hunched over much like an elderly man, not that Casper had any sense of the time passing. He ruled out mechanical problems as best he could; every display component reacted to his control as intended, beams of solid color punctuating the cloud from different direstions. The complications arose when attempting to coordinate components in unison. Fifty expert soloists in an orchestra; but not a single one wanted to follow the maestro into a duet. There was obviously something seriously wrong with the integration drivers, and it would take a bit of time for him to fix, for now though it was safe to shut down the display systems... which was easiest to access from the small space beneath the table. His tenor vocals hummed to life amidst the silent chaos. "I am simply not wearing the right suit for this." Pushing the end of his tie over one shoulder to keep it from dragging across the floor, and hiking his slacks just slightly to allow for greater mobility, Casper knelt to the ground. He crawled forward, forging into the only spaces within the conference room that wasn't haphazardly testing him for epileptic tendencies. On hand brushed delicately across the underside of the machine, his vision taking an extended moment to recover and adjust to the new environment. Finding the edge of the main panel through touch Casper pulled both a multi-tool and a small flashlight from his breast pocket. The light was soon locked between pearly teeth, its beam focused above to guide his hands as they unscrewed the panel. Yes... it was most definitely the integration drive. Or at least he very much hoped so, because corruption on a larger scale would keep him extremely busy for the next week, forcing him behind on his other duties and then he wouldn't be able to finish his work with the Revolutionist Encryption for quite some time. |
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| Vivienne Caldwell | May 11 2011, 12:11 AM Post #2 |
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The thought that she had been on board the ship for not even a week yet was a daunting and simultaneously depressing one to Vivienne. She had not been foolish enough to expect smooth sailing and some idyllic fairy tale ending to her position here on the ship with her long estranged and ostracized brother -- but she had hoped for something that was at least a glimmer of hope with her initial interactions with Maxwell. Instead, the few run ins that she had had with her older brother were closer to disastrous or train-wrecks in slow motion, rather than anything at all promising or even slightly encouraging. The stress of the situation was heightening her own anxieties, and causing her to be on edge, which was making her even less immediately open to interactions with her other crew mates... and she was fighting off the feeling that somehow everyone on the ship knew that she was some sort of foreign invader, an infiltrator or a spy sent to leave nothing but trouble in her wake. Logically of course, she knew that was not the situation. Logically, she knew that this was going to be a long and arduous fight, and she was going to have to deal with her own guilt and anger as well as acting as a buffer for Max's, and that she was going to have a lot of sleepless nights in her future. Logically, she knew that she had already made several dozen acquaintances on the ship in passing, and that at least a handful of those had potential to branch out into something more than just someone to say hello to as she passed them by in the hallways. Logic, however, did little to calm her nerves or settle her emotions, or soothe the knot of anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Lydia's company a couple of nights before had helped. The young woman was a bundle of hope and rambunctious energy and unswaying faith for the best, shoved into an earthy and vivacious package, and when she was around Vivienne couldn't help but feel better, and feel more confident in her long laid plans, and it lasted for a little while after leaving Lydia's presence, but it was like an analsegic from the medical bay, or the warmth of the sun; fading all too quickly. She had reminded herself this morning after a cup of coffee with the head cook that she could not monopolize Lydia simply for her own comfort, and had made her way to the virtual flight deck to get in a few more hours and that had helped take her mind off of the stinging words that had passed last between herself and Max. She was feeling at least, less than frantic, and after musing how to pass her afternoon while they were still on leave, she had turned her attention to finding one of the other crewmembers that she felt that she had made a fairly good connection with -- Casper Adlam. The young man had been absolutely charming, in his own way. He was refreshingly bright and open, and she wasn't certain if he had any concept of deception or intrigue, and she had even harder a time envisioning him as a proponent of such. The fact that he was Max's friend was still a surprise to her, and could, she imagined, prove problematic if the young man felt compelled to defend his long time friend's honor in the ongoing situation... But she felt inclined to believe that he would not wish to allow another's opinion to color his own, and he had seem very involved in their conversation when they had first met, and she could very much use the company if he felt inclined to repeat the circumstances of their first and chance encounter. Ensuring that it was close enough to a shift end that she would not be interrupting him should he be on duty, she had checked a console to examine the current shift's duty roster, and after a quick detour to find out where it was that he could be found, she had been directed towards one of the conference rooms. The lieutenant she had spoken to had tried to explain to her what the issue was that the petty officer had been sent off to try and repair, but honestly most of it hadn't quite stuck. Something about a holo field display, and a malfunction -- that much she had retained A quick thumb to the controls in the hallway parted the doors, and as her other hand raised to brush back through the loose mahogany curls she stepped into the main room. "Excuse me, I --" Her words were cut off quickly as she blinked at the electrically generated haze that clouded the room, bringing a soft exclamation from her lips. "Oh! She said, the doors sliding closed behind her. One hand raised, letting her fingers trail through the faintly neon hued fog that swirled around her, her lips slipping upwards into a genuine smile as she studied the broken light cloud refracting against her palm and fingertips. "It's beautiful." She said, with a quiet laugh, her clear blue eyes turning up to take in the entirety of the imagery that she couldn't help but see a thunderstorm, and lightning bolts through it as the various panels flickered underneath it all. She was certain that her descriptor was not at all similar to what the other occupant of the room might think to call the broken display, but she had been rather taken aback in those first moment. "I-- I'm sorry, I hope I am not interrupting terribly." Vivienne declared, as she cleared her throat a little and let her hand drop back to her side, as she tried to discern where in the room she would find the missing communications and tech officer. "Casper?" She questioned, her tone tilting up slightly at the end of the name, finding herself at the moment a little hesitant. |
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| Casper Adlam | May 12 2011, 12:53 AM Post #3 |
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Strands of unruly hair always seemed to fall haphazardly into his eyes at the most inopportune of moments; when both hands and his teeth were in use. He frowned, unable to see the circuit board he was half way through removing now. Maybe if he could just angle his head right.... and use his shoulder there.... and shake his-CLANG. The flashlight slipped from his jaw flickering out upon collision with the ground, rolling lord knows where off into the digital fog and dropping the underside of the table into shadow. There was no way for him to see inside the panel now. A frustrated sigh slipped through his lips as he attempted to wedge the multi-tool in a manner to support the half dislodged piece with only the sense of touch to guide him. Once he was decently sure the part was secured nimble fingers darted up to his forehead to subdue the offending mane of hair. Maybe it was time for a haircut. They had wanted him to style it closer to the standard once boarding the ship, but Casper simply hadn't found the time! Thats how it reached such length in the first place, it was rare that the value of a simple trim outweighed the time cost he could spend on more productive aspects of life. Now for the difficult part. Somehow locating the escaped appliance without the aid of his own eyes. Unlike the table, finding the flashlight would take a time consuming systematic search, much like one would employ for a manhunt! Crawling out into the fog Casper's hand's swept back and forth across the floor checking every space within his reach before moving further. "It's beautiful. I-- I'm sorry, I hope I am not interrupting terribly." The unexpected voice crashed through his consciousness, startling the young man something fierce. "Casper?" Even as his name slipped into the air his upper body was instinctively snapping into a more upright position. A series of events ensued, toppling into one another like dominoes, however statistically unlikely they may have been in combination. His shoulder collided with one of the room's chairs, rebounding his motion to the side, only the crash of the chair and a short squeak from his own mouth indicating the chaos to come. With the sense of sight entirely unavailable to aid his grip on orientation and balance; Casper had entirely lost track of which direction the voice originated in. Not that it would have mattered much to the output of events, there was no stopping this human simulation of pinball. The next impact was of a far softer sort. Or at the least the object in question commanded a far less rigid properties than that of an office chair. He finally came to rest with the final bumper caught partially beneath his frame, but was too afraid to move again until he had truly assessed his environment. Casper called out tentatively. "H-hello? I do apologize for the commotion, this room has a certain ability to muddle one's sense of direction at present..... Are you still about?" |
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| Vivienne Caldwell | May 14 2011, 01:12 AM Post #4 |
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Perhaps it was the unexpected vision (or lack thereof) that had confronted Vivienne when she had entered the room that had her off guard, or perhaps it was her own personal chaos that was keeping her from being able to focus entirely on the task at hand... in fairness, though, the distorted holographic image calibrator had created something beautiful. It reminded her of the capital city of Londinium at the break of a storm -- which was, rather, all the time... Still, despite her air of faint confusion, her attention was quickly drawn back to earth in the few seconds after her verbal inquiry when the distinct sound of a series of thumps erupted from underneath the table. Distinct, in the manner of pliable human flesh hitting the metal of the table, or maybe a chair, as when suddenly startled. It would seem that he was the only place that she hadn't been able to see at least somewhat; underneath her, or the table at least. She couldn't help but wince slightly, her brows furrowing together as she took a step towards the table, her hand held out in front of her as she tried to blink, to direct her eyes through the haze. "Oh, are you --" Her next words were lost, however, as her booted foot came to settle onto a cylindrical object, bringing her to a sudden stop. Not wanting to to crush whatever it was, and not sure what it was, she leaned forward to scoop up the object when there was a sudden lurch, and her center of gravity was lost. A soft and sudden inhale of breath was the only sound that accompanied the initial impact as she hit the ground, her breath knocked out of her for the moment as the sudden weight of something alternately soft, and bony, landed atop her. It wasn't exactly painful, at least, though somehow she had ended up with the object she'd been trying to retrieve half under the small of her back and half under her rib cage, and that was far from comfortable, but there didn't seem to be any extreme flares or flashes of pain to indicate a break. And she had managed to not immediately react by flipping the foreign weight off of her as was conditioned through her martials arts training. Still, she could see spots, and suspected that she might have a bit of a headache forming, and her lungs were burning slightly where the unexpected jarring impact and weight had forced them to rather suddenly expel their contents. She was rather certain what it was that had landed on her, though her conscious thoughts hadn't quite caught up with her yet. At least, not until it spoke. "H-hello? I do apologize for the commotion, this room has a certain ability to muddle one's sense of direction at present..... Are you still about?" His voice was a little hesitant, but unmistakable, and as his weight shifted slightly she let out a very quiet squeak, as his elbow dug a bit into her rib directly above the metal cylinder. "I -- I am ... right here, Casper," She said, her tone somewhere between bemused and breathless still. She was afraid to move too much, worried that she might upset what little balance he had and send them into another awkward and more painful tumble, but she risked leaning a bit to the side, one hand angling in to pull the object from under her side. Ah, a flashlight, she realized, as her fingers wrapped around the torch. "I've found your flashlight," She offered, with a slight smile, flicking the switch to turn the light on, though she wasn't sure if the light from it would even be visible in the fog that surrounded them. "Are you all right?" She questioned a moment later. |
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| Casper Adlam | May 19 2011, 12:19 AM Post #5 |
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Casper's eyes probed the fog in vain, unable to catch a glimpse of anything resembling a human form. Was he even on the right side of the room anymore? The young officer truly didn't know. The only fact he seemed to have down for sure was that the somewhat soft landing zone he's been fortunate enough to find had begun to move entirely of it's own accord! This of course set a number of warning bells off in his head; inanimate objects by design were meant to remain stationary. So either he had stumbled upon a rogue piece of machinery, or something else altogether different. His back stiffened, eyes open wide in alarm, but perfectly still in order to avoid the attention of... whatever... might be lurking in the corners of the room that held him completely blinded. "I -- I am ... right here, Casper" I?! Who was I? A spontaneous event of AI development?! A machine bent on the destruction of its former captors!? Casper could certainly fit that bill, he spent a majority of his time logging hours at one of the many consoles about the ship.... but this voice was of a familiar sort. No metallic robotic tinge about it. He really shouldn't have allowed Maxwell to pull him away from his room to sit in on a showing of a 'classic' film in one of the Rec rooms the prior evening. Something about termination of the human race and Time Traveling AI machines, in theory it was all quite silly, but seemed to have had a lasting impression on the young man. But the voice! It was familiar! A female voice.... and he wasn't acquainted with far too many aboard... Vivienne! A sharp intake of breath gave only a quick warning that Casper would be hurriedly throwing his weight from above her. "Oh my goodness! Mrs. Vivienne! Are you all right?!" Without taking a moment for thought Casper reached blindly to try and help the woman up, not that he knew exactly how she was laying. Fingers met flesh, wanting desperately to check every inch of the woman to make sure no harm had come to her, thankfully this was just as his common decency put it's foot down. Why on earth would she want him touching her now! It would be rude under normal circumstances, let alone after a collision that forced her to the ground and was cause by his own stupid clumsiness! Hands pulled back slightly, caught in between reaching out and sitting in his lap. With no other outlet for the worry, they moved together, wringing nervously. "Have I caused you injury in any way? I am so terribly sorry about this... WE should take you to the clinic immediately in case of head injury, I hear those can be hard to self-diagnose. Or bones! Have I broken any of yours? Do you feel fluids rushing in any pointed direction? That can be a sign of a break." His expression read nothing but pure distress and worry. "Maybe you should remain still and I'll bring help to you. Of course I have yet to locate the exit myself, so I haven't the slightest clue which way to start." It was as though a dam had opened, words pouring from his mouth with no end in sight. All the while he had to keep pulling his own two hands back as they jumped forward to check on his unfortunate victim. What a mess he had made of things! |
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| Vivienne Caldwell | May 22 2011, 08:40 PM Post #6 |
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"If there are.." Vivienne paused for a long moment, as she tried to bite back a sudden onset of giggles at the turn of the conversation and the absolute absurdity of it all. If her mother could see her now she would likely faint, actually and genuinely. Which was not helping the case of giglges that she was forcing down. "If there is blood rushing anywhere, Casper, it is to my cheeks, which just makes me all the more grateful that for the moment there is still very little visibility." She said, plainly, though her amusement was not hard to discern in the tone of her words. "I am fairly certain that there is no harm to anything other than my grace," She said, after another brief silence as she did a quick assessment of her body to make sure that there was nothing that was more than just perhaps bruised at most. "Are you all right?" Vivienne inquired, finding some relief to the pressure on her chest as he practically hurled himself off of her, and she winced a little at the series of thuds that had to indicate some elbow or knee or head impacting with the chair or table or some other not as forgiving as herself surface. "Perhaps you should comm the engineering department and have them shut down all but the emergency power to this room?" She suggested, her empty hand sliding through the air of front of her to make sure that she would not run into him as she pulled herself into an upright sitting position beside the table, or bump her own head against the edge. "That should at least shut down the projectors shouldn't it?" She inquired. That seemed like the best idea at the moment, though she was not the one with the technical expertise that he did. She felt foolish a moment later for making the suggestion, wondering if he had already had tried that or dismissed it for his own reasoning... then again, sometimes the most simple ideas were the ones that were the hardest to think of one self, she thought. "Do you know what the issue is?" She asked, tilting the flashlight that was just now powering on towards the floor, which didn't seem to do much good until it reached the shadowed patch of the floor that was under the table and apparently out of range of the fog of the projector. Well, that was a bonus at least. Carefully, she inched forward on her butt until she was half under the table, protected from any further falling bodies and hopefully out of Casper's immediate path. ** sorry it's kinda short :s i'm sleeeeeepy. |
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| Casper Adlam | Jun 3 2011, 01:19 AM Post #7 |
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She had yet to cry out in pain, at the very least Casper took comfort in that. Still the man would not be fully placated until he was able to visually confirm none of her appendages were hanging at disturbing angles. Most pilots and military personnel were in fact trained to withstand immense doses of physical suffering without exhibiting any substantial indications of distress. Mrs. Vivienne was in fact both of these; and Casper doubted the Military had been forced to waive any failures on these tests from her record; like they had done in order to recruit him in good standing. "I am dreadfully sorry Mrs. Vivienne; it was unforgivably careless of me to have knocked you so abruptly to the floor..." He could hear her slip across the ground, and made sure to keep track of exactly her position relative to himself, even if the man was uncertain about the general placement of any other defining landmark at the moment. "Perhaps you should comm the engineering department and have them shut down all but the emergency power to this room? That should at least shut down the projectors shouldn't it?" It was an elegantly simple solution; and honestly Casper wasn't entirely positive by this point that it wasn't the best one. But they had tasked him with the job of remedying the situation without such brute force tactics; so here he was blind and confused. "From a personal perspective I agree that would seem to be the most logical plan. Unfortunately the equipment malfunctioning in such dramatic fashion also happens to be some of the most expensive aboard the Shènglì. At least of the non-essential variety. Our flight and weapons systems tend to carry a heavier financial setbacks; but it is far easier to justify expenditure on them!" He was rambling again, he knew it. It was a personality trait the man had never been able to shake, no matter the how many times his professors urged him to reach his point in a more accelerated form or the vast number of scoldings received from his parents during one of their infrequent conversations. "Without compounding the list of grievances I've inflicted upon you this afternoon, by rendering you entirely catatonic with the thrilling details of our holographic displays; I received an order to try and manage the problem without an abrupt power cut. There is a chance it may damage things further. I believe the core of our issue lies with the chip governing the Integration Drive; accessible only from beneath the table as it were. I had been in the process of trying to remove it when I lost hold of my penlight and this whole debacle began!" Casper paused for a breath, rather pleased he had managed to explain things so quickly once he had put his mind to it. There had been very few jumps down those tangential lines of thought he was so prone to following! "There isn't any chance you have a torch on you is there? Even if we managed to find our way underneath the table in all this static, removing the chip would require a light. And I didn't have the foresight to keep a second stashed in my diagnostics kit." |
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| Vivienne Caldwell | Jun 7 2011, 08:39 PM Post #8 |
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Vivienne was not entirely sure which part of her statements had seemed to horrify Casper the most, but it was clear that he was more than a little distraught by the circumstances, be it in fear of having injured her, or his own tendency to fret... perhaps a little bit of both. "Truly, Casper, I am quite fine, hale and whole, there is no need at all to fret. You are not to blame, and I am not injured in the least." She assured him from her slightly huddled position under the table. Habit caused her to scrape her fingers through her hair, smoothing the bumps in the ponytail, and tucking any stray strands back behind her ears and out of her face despite the fact that he couldn't see her any more than she could see him -- which was to say, not at all. She responded with a simple, and concise "Ah, I see," to his explanation of why he did not merely wish to shut down the power to the room, it made sense with his reasoning added to the mix. She was not one that had to worry at all about how much anything might cost, in terms of parts and pieces. She had only one real worry when it came to the ship, and that was keeping it in one piece, in entirety. She had enough knowledge of the inner workings, mechanical and engineering, to be able to pull an emergency fix out of her back pocket in a pinch, for most things, but systems like this were not considered immediate 'necessities'. Maps and visuals could be displayed on consoles or with the three-dimensional visors, the table was not an absolute must for even tactical displays, so it was not something that she could offer much else in the way of help with. "It's quite all right. I don't mind, so much; I've had to learn my way around general ship systems a good bit in the last few years, it never hurts to add another to that repertoire." Vivienne said with a smile that was rather useless, as he couldn't see it, but she still felt compelled. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "Well, I haven't one of my own -- with me, at least -- but I do believe that I found the one you dropped. It's with me, here, under the table, if that is any help. Shall I try and hand it up to you or do you wish to come to me?" She questioned. Edited by Vivienne Caldwell, Jun 7 2011, 08:40 PM.
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| Casper Adlam | Jul 3 2011, 10:56 PM Post #9 |
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Vivienne was in posession of his flashlight and currently positioned beneath the holodesk? It was as though some omniscient being had placed her there for him at the perfect moment with exactly the right tools. Not that Casper was a believer in such cardinal entities; but there was no mystery in the reasons so many chose to. Such chance happenings had to feel in a way contrived. To search for patterns amongst chaos was to be human, and when the inexplicable remained so even after being torn down to it's very atoms; many turned to a higher power as explination. "I could not possibly conceive of a more timely or convinient location for you to be situated Miss Vivienne." A small smile had slowly crept across Casper's angled features, helping to calm the seemingly endless torrent of words and worry pouring from him. It was rare, if not a singular happening, that Casper felt so at ease in the presence of a female. (Not that he was ever truly relaxed in the immediate vicinity of anything but a large stack of paperwork or texts.) Vivienne Caldwell had a miraculously soothing quality to her speech. A combination of the melodic quality to her words, and how she remained afloat of Casper's downward spirals, shedding a level headed view he often lost. "I would posit that the best course of action would be for you to stay seated exactly where you are while I try to manuever in your direction. Before I find some other way to lose my senses. I would be of little use tumbling through the pipelines toward the incinerators." Being sure to keep low to the ground and a very steady base beneath him, Casper began to crawl toward the last point he had heard her speak. At this point he had all but given up on keeping his suit clean. The fingers of his right hand brushed against something solid, indicating him to stop. "Oh!" The fog aound him ended so abruptly it took the man by surprise. It was a sensation akin to walking through the cutain of a waterfall and breaking into an open space on the other side. Or at least how Casper would expect that to feel, without all the sodden clothing, he'd never actually been to a waterfall himself. Vivienne was there beneath the table just as she had stated. Casper had come in closer than was typically acceptable in a radius of personal space, but luckily without bowling anything over this time which was a blessing. He had been blind after all. He blinked rapidly for a moment, trying to clear his vision untill Vivienne's elegant features came into sharp focus, before noting that it may seem to her that he was staring. He hastily looked down and away a rosy hint coloring his cheekbones and ears. "Yes well, we should probably address the issue as fleetly as we're able. The driver chip can only be accessed through that panel at a terribly awkward angle. Could I beg your assitance holding the torch while I retrive it?" |
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| Vivienne Caldwell | Jul 6 2011, 12:51 PM Post #10 |
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Vivienne couldn't help but smile at the exuberant response that met her declaration of where she was and the fact that she was in possession of the flashlight. That was one of the things that she had come, even so quickly, to appreciate about Casper in the short time that they had come to know each other. He was so open and transparent, with his expressions and feelings. It was a vast difference from the world that she had grown up around. "I am very glad that it has worked out that way, Casper" She replied, with a smile that he couldn't see, but might be able to hear in her tone. "I shall do so, then," She responded to his suggestiosn on how best to make the situation draw itself to a less painful or awkward end than it had begun. "Do be careful, Casper, I would have to see you come to harm," She stated. She was fairly certain that there was no actual way that he could come to any injury other than a few more bumps and scrapes, but then she had not memorized every inch of the plans for this ship as she was certain that he had. There was the sound of a few more hesitant footsteps before a quiet thump brought the sounds of movement to a stop, and then there was a moment's pause before the youthful face of Casper appeared only a half a foot or so from where she had positioned herself. A smile touched her lips before he ducked his head away a little, a touch of heat darkening his cheeks. That, perhaps, surprised her more than anything else of this particular encounter, but she refrained from comment, allowing him the moment or two to regather his thoughts. "Of course," She replied, shifting her weight back slightly until she was in the proper relative location to the area that he had indicated. "Let me know if I need to angle it in any different manner," Vivienne said, making sure that she was positioned out of the way, her back against one of the support legs of the table, her knees curled in towards her chest with her arm wrapped around her knees to brace her arm to keep her hand steady as she angled the torch upwards. "Is this all right?" She questioned as she shifted a bit to the right as his fingers slid along the underside of the table, popping open the control panel. |
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