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The Dorm Roof, Wednesday Afternoon

Cally, after having enlisted the help of some gremlins through the power of sugar cookies, stands triumphant on the roof of the dorm building. She is wearing Anders' C-Bucs Jacket over her orange jumpsuit, along with the long multi-colored scarf the Doctor has leant her. It looks a little ridiculous, but the extra layers are helping keep her warm.

She begins unpacking the crates that she got the gremlins to haul up. Cally has a holiday weekend project. Her Dad has sent the last of the Viper parts, so she's going to put it back together.

...on the roof. Without administration approval. Let's see how this goes, eh?

[[ooc: Totally open to interaction. I'm sure the people who live in the attics will notice the noise.]]

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Grissom comes up to the roof, to check it out as a possible ~~make-out~~ spot to observe atmospheric phenomenon (http://www.calsky.com/cs.cgi/Calendar?obs=79156451935796&c=) in the area.

"Ms. Cally, correct? ~~Hot jumpsuit!~~ I believe I remember you from Homecoming." Grissom smiles warmly when he notices Cally pulling something out of a crate.

"Oh, hi sir!" She smiles, and sets down the bit of fuel line she was pulling from the crate. "You'll have to forgive me, I'm not so sure we've actually met." She offers her hand. "But you're correct, I'm Cally."

He shakes her hand firmly. "No need to call me Sir, please. Grissom is fine. I apologize for interrupting your work; I've never come up to the roof before, despite living in the building for several months."

"Grissom, okay," Cally says, scratching the back of her neck. "It's not really an interruption, actually. Was getting kinda lonely up here, anyhows." She walks over and starts digging through another crate.

"I'm just indulging myself in a little personal project, and this seemed like a good time and a place to do it, that's all." She pulls out part of the instrument panel and sets it next to her on the ground. "You live in the building? I don't think I've seen you around, even. What floor are you on?"

"The first floor, actually. There is a cluster of faculty apartments at the other end of the hall. And I'm not much of a social creature, to be honest. I'm working on it," he says light-heartedly enough.

He follows her over just a few steps and gestures toward the crates, "May I help?"

"Oh, sure. I think," she points over at one of the crates "that one has the plans in it, if you want to take a look. Right now, I'm working on sorting out the instrument panel and control bits, so I can do the smaller, fiddly work inside where it's warmer. After I get that sorted out, it's frame reconstruction time."

She grins, eagerly. "This is gonna be so much fun."

Grissom's lips quirk up in a lop-sided grin, and he shuffles over to the correct crate. He pulls out the plans and studies them for several long moments.

"Is this a..." he tilts his head as he continues to scan the documents, and then looks up wide-eyed. "Oh man, this is so cool."

"Viper, Mark Two." Cally pulls out a foot pedal from the crate and slings it over her shoulder. "Fighter-craft, technically, but the thing doesn't have any guns, so I shouldn't get in trouble with the administration, I don't think. I just hope Bridge or Sam or somebody will help me find out why the darn thing wouldn't run at home."

"Oh, right, the Administration," Grissom refrains from rolling his eyes, still caught up in the documents. "Does this use Ion propulsion? I thought it lacked the thrust to... oh, hmmmm..."

"Well, actually, it's on a..." Cally goes off explaining how exactly the engine system of the Viper is supposed to work, which she finds infinitely fascinating and therefore knows all about it, but ~~google and scifi.com have failed the mun in finding out the actual technical stats on the craft~~ will be cut for the sake of it not actually being all that fascinating to the poor readers. But she talks about it, and starts sorting out more of the instrument panel bits.

"That's the basic idea, at least. The Viper is actually a pretty touchy ship. An inexperience pilot could accidently gyrate themselves into a person smoothie, if they aren't careful."

"Fascinating," Grissom nods his head a few times, obviously enthralled. "Have you done a lot of flying, yourself?"

"Oh no, definitely not a pilot. All I had to hear was the term 'person smoothie' once, and I wasn't getting in a cockpit." She sorts out a few more bits of controls and instrument panel devices. "I'm strictly a mechanic. Besides, I've got small hands that let me get at the fiddly bits better. I'm a natural, my Dad says." She smiles.

[Huzzah! A little late, but Why I didn't check the BSG Wiki in the first place is beyond me (http://battlestarwiki.org/index.php?title=Viper_%28RDM%29#Technical_Specifications)]

"It would be appear that your father is more than correct. This is an impressive feat of mechanical know-how." Grissom stands back for a moment, surveying the contents of the crates and making quick mental notes. "The technology I am accustomed to is less advanced, I'm afraid. Why don't I unpack some of the larger pieces? It will be a nice change of pace to be the brawn and not the brains of the operation," he says while making a motion toward a crate holding element of the landing gear.

"Thank you, sir. It's not really all that more complicated than putting together an iPod, you know. Just, bigger. And possibly more dangerous."

She sets a few more bits aside, and smiles. "Well, that's all sorted out." She pushes that crate out of the way, and goes to help Grissom with the heavier lifting. "And thank you especially for the help. I had to bribe some of the gremlins with partially moldy 'Vote for Cally' cookies so I could get all the crates up here."

"Huh, I'll have to remember I can bake the gremlins into submission if I have any problems with them in the future," he chuckles as he lays out a few pieces on the ground, glancing at the plans quickly to make sure he is putting them in the right order. "Although, I have to say, I'd hate to see your dorm room if you still had those cookies lying around."

"Oh, erm." Cally lets an embarassed laugh. "To be honest, my room kind of turned into a glorified storage locker. I've been, well... I've been living in another room for the past few weeks."

He gives her a knowing chuckle. "I see. Well, as long as you don't have any food from before October in there, I'm sure it's okay," he says, sensing her embarrassment and gratefully moving on, lifting a heavy piece and setting it down, sitting for a moment afterward to rest.

Grissom's not one for idle chit-chat usually, but it is cold and he needs a bit of a distraction, and he's making an effort to actually talk to people lately, so he asks her, "So, Cally, how are your classes going? Do you like it here?"

"Doing pretty well, actually. About the only class I regret taking is Bio, actually. Just turned out to not be my sort of thing." She shrugs. "Quantum Physics is amazingly starting to make sense, Math is fun, Music 101 is pretty easy, and Shop, well... I'm kind of in my element, there."

She looks into one of the crates, and fishes out a stray bolt. "Huh, wonder where that goes."

Laughing, Grissom turns to her. "My college degree is in Biology. If you ever need any help with an assignment, I'm around. And I know the professor, I can put in a good word for you."

He stands up and brushes off his pants, getting back to work.

"You know, I've been meaning to ask Professor MacGuyver if I could use the Danger Shop," he says quietly, almost conspiratorially. "I'm going to build a tiki bar in my apartment."

"Oooh, tiki bar." Cally giggles. "I can put in a good word for you too, actually. I'm one of his TAs."

"I could use it. I accidentally blew up his old still," he blushes slightly.

"I'll make sure to do that." Cally nods. "Least I can do for all the help." She goes about unpacking more pieces of the Viper. "Okay... this is definitely a lengthy project. I might have all the pieces, but... I'm gonna need to haul some heavy-duty equipment up here for the frame. And probably going to need more than two pairs of hands for that."

She sighs. "Plus, it's getting kinda cold."

"I should be heading in now, actually. I promised someone I wouldn't wear myself out too much. But if you need any help tomorrow, I'll be in the dorms for the holiday. Nice to meet you, Cally."

"I will be too, actually. Nice to meet you too, Mister Grissom, sir." She smiles and waves. "Have a nice evening!"

"You too, take care," he says pleasantly as he heads down the stairs.

After an afternoon of sorting and moving, approxamitely around dinner time, Cally does her best to make sure the larger pieces are left in an organized manner. She sets out the last plate of moldy cookies with a note reading "Please to not be stealing Viper parts, Gremliny folks".

So, grabbing the seperated box of "fiddly bits", Cally heads back down to #201...

After Grissom and Cally both leave, the gremlins who had helped Cally haul the boxes came out from where they'd been hiding. They gathered around the plate of cookies and read the note.

They looked at each other, then at the cookies, then at the Viper parts around them. They huddled briefly to quietly confer. A small argument broke out. One gremlin was pitched off the roof.

The rest sat down around the plate of cookies and happily ate them all.

There may have been a discussion about what the parts would become when assembled.

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