text. un: barnes.

[starer]

Its been about four weeks. Though I guess I should say Earth weeks. Twenty-seven days since we started turning up. Two since it started happening again.

[Which begs the question, when does it stop? Seventy-two beds on this area of the station. Are they planning to keep going after that?]

Viveca is the name of the AI that spoke to us all then. Some of you may have spoken to her already. She went missing though, a couple of days after we arrived. There was a power cut, she said something about an emergency mode, and then she was gone.

We got a delivery right before that though. Clothes, toiletries, books, food. A bunch of stuff showed up and got split out.

That was when there were twenty-seven of us. Looks like we've about doubled since then. So if you new folks needs something, ask. There's probably someone here who can help.

Speaking of, we're stuck relying on those drops to get fresh food. So don't hog it. There's kids here who need it too.

[Edward]

A guy I know. He cooks up huge batches of food at a time. If you're hungry, check the fridge. Nine times out of ten, he's left something in there you can have.

[And if not, giving Sam a look will probably be more than enough to get him to make something new.]

You've also all probably noticed that you can't get in to the Northern Wing. Its been like that since we first got here, and we've got no idea what's on the other side. It's classified, apparently. Messing with whatever's on the other side would affect us all, so I wouldn't suggest trying to break through.

Don't know about you guys, but I don't plan on getting tossed out an airlock if I can help it.

[And that's it. No sign off. No goodbye. No anything. Sorry?]


[ooc: Feel free to threadjack as much as you like! Bucky's using this post as an information exchange.]

Comments

[chrysology]

She's a mechanic. My auto-mail engineer. Made my prosthetic arm and leg after I lost mine. Winry'd go nuts meeting you.

[unclesam]

well the upside is that plenty people are volunteering now.

and believe me, I wouldn't let you do any actual cooking if my life depended on it. we asked you to bring cake to the cookout for a reason, didn't we? keep your water pie and broiled cabbage, please.

no, you can play assistant. chop things, hand me things. I'm sure we can find you an adorable little apron.

[unclesam]

you're enjoying this way too much, aren't you?

[unclesam]

[ werewolves... sure. sure, that's... sure. he'll just skip right past that. ]

good to meet you, dusty. name's sam.

slightly bigger crew here than 10 - 15. listen, this is an emergency patch job, I ain't running a soup kitchen. this situation is over, we're back to normal, someone's gotta have an actual eye on the food supplies and put things aside for other emergencies, just in case. and I'd be damn glad if that didn't have to be me. ain't my typical rodeo.

[unclesam]

honestly the more of this I can pass into other hands, the better. just figured while other people get about chopping and moving crates around, I'd do some numbers crunching. looks like most of us are gonna go hungry until we get everything back up and running.

[unclesam]

clearly, great minds think alike. I think we deserve a gold star for that.

[ see it's funny cause he's cap-... ]

[unclesam]

everyone knows redwing's your fave

[unclesam]

it is what it is. I mean, so far no one's thrown me out an airlock, gonna take that as a win, and if someone gets pissy at me, let them. I'd rather make sure the kids don't go hungry.

[unclesam]

do they have broiled cabbage? potato salad with mayonnaise and raisins? 'cause those are damn war crimes

[unclesam]

well that's damn useful. can you work with any material, even something you've never encountered before?

[unclesam]

please tell me you ain't about to say you learned how to make instant ramen fancy by cracking an egg into it

[unclesam]

if it comes down to it, kids and teens eat first. if you see some people getting more than others - we got some people aboard who need a higher calorie count to make it. the shipments account for that - so even if it looks like more, sometimes it just ain't.

been setting the goddamn candy bars and ice cream aside for them, though. just... don't freak out if you see that, alright? we'll stretch things as far as they go.

[chrysology]

I'd have to analyze it to know what material I'm working with, but. Once I figure what it's made from, more or less. Alchemy can be pretty versatile. Amestris just mostly uses it in the sense of the military. Towards fighting.

[Sam can probably guess the applications of it in regards to quickly creating weapons and such. That some might abuse such abilities. Which isn't even going into the likes of Roy with his flame alchemy for example in how powerful and devastating that could be in a fight.]

Why? You got something in particular you worry might break?

[unclesam]

[ oh he can imagine alright. the things the government and hydra have been doing with gamma radiation, conked up super soldier serums, the mind stone, the tesseract... yeah... not a far stretch to think of how an ability like Ed's might translate to war. ]

not yet. it's pretty damn resilient, but I mean... we're in space now, who am I to tell what crazy shit we might encounter.

[bossily]

If that's the case, I carry my tension in my shoulders and have had an incredibly stressful few days. Are you filling his schedule since you hired him for the job?

[chrysology]

True. Hopefully whatever you have will stay resilient. Back home, this one guy specialized in alchemy stopping at the deconstruction stage. Absolutely destroyed my auto-mail, and most of Al's armor for that matter. I have a different model now, so it's not made of the same metal as back then (iron), but. Still isn't invincible. And here, I don't have Winry to fix it for me if something happens. So I know I gotta be careful.

[There are indeed some pretty brutal and dark experiments regarding alchemy. In spite of the laws, in spite of the ethics one would assume would stop that sort of thing occurring.]

[unclesam]

I'm out of context - auto-mail? you got some sort of tech that needs fixing?

[chrysology]

Auto-mail prosthetics. My right arm and left leg. They're metal, wired directly into the nerves so I can move them pretty much as usual. Just some finer motor skills like writing is trickier with auto-mail. so I learned to use my left hand for that. It isn't broken at the moment at least.

I asked and a couple people seem keen to have a look though. And Clarke said she knows medical stuff so maybe she can help with that aspect of it. Auto-mail is kinda both engineering and knowing biology with connecting the nerves and all.

[unclesam]

[ alright then, baby barnes. seriously, that is eerily familiar.

at any rate, mostly Sam was curious if in a pinch, the kid might be able to fix vibranium should him or Bucky encounter anything extra nasty that manages to scratch their fancy gear up. ]

sounds like it needs some maintenance, then. you got sensory input with that arm and leg too, if they're wired into your nervous system?

[chrysology]

[There's a reason for the Title the Fuhrer gave him, his username on the network here.]

I can manage basic maintenance on it. Winry, my mechanic, gets on my case about that enough. But if it breaks, I won't be able to fight as well. Won't be able to transmute to use alchemy. At least, not without drawing a transmutation circle with my left hand.

It mostly hurts with putting the arm back on, reattaching the nerves. I can feel enough to not break something I'm holding. Though even that took practice initially with the rehab.

[longoverdue]

I was fucking BROKE that was all the luxury I could afford!!

no I learned how to fry up some rice and shit. I'm not cooking at Michelin-starred restaurants any time soon but I can slap together a meal that tastes good.

[unclesam]

I mean, we can work with that. please tell me you know know seasonings and spices beyond salt and pepper, though.

[longoverdue]

there are other spices besides salt and pepper??

no I'm fucking with you I know there's other spices. what have we got in the kitchens and how much of it is there?

[skelepun]

y'know, you're really down on yourself for the guy who just gave an entire ship of clueless new inductees the rundown.

is this a self esteem thing or are you just that modest?

[scarcastically]

How'd it break?