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The Dorm Roof, Friday Afternoon

Cally, with the intrepid and very necessary help of Anders, has hauled up some welding equipment to the dorm roof.

Today the Viper frame is to be re-fabricated. So, with the help of Anders (who is holding the big pieces in place, as that is probably the extent to which his skills run), Cally sets about this arduous work.

[ooc: Feel free to interrupt them.]

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Anders feels very useful today as he holds a piece of Viper frame in place. "So, how long do you figure this'll take, coach?"

He's not at all distracted by thoughts of the fact that the Viper pieces are completely out of room 213, and impending officialness and stuff.

If he was, he might drop a heavy piece of frame on his foot or something.

Well, he better not crush his own damn foot, or Cally will cry, and the world will melt.

Cally smiles as she flips up the welding mask. "Dunno. Could take a while, what with just the two of us. But we don't have to do this all day. Especially with the cold and all." She shrugs. "Besides, we gotta get ready for the Triad game, later, too."

"Well, with any luck maybe someone ~~*cough*Bridge*cough*~~ will show up to help, huh?" He frowns and shifts one end of the piece he's holding up a micrometer or two, and grins over at Cally. "Welding mask looks good on you."

Anders is very determinedly not thinking distracting thoughts, because if Cally cries, he's going to cry too, and that just can't happen.

"Anything we need for the Triad game? Foodwise, I mean? I can run out and get drinks or whatever. Snacks?"

"Well, we still have some rolls and side dish stuff from last night. Might wanna get some popcorn or pretzels or something." Cally flips down the mask and goes back to welding for a bit. Afterwards, she flips up her mask again.

"There, that's that bit. Now... grabs the piece over there and put it up against this one, and that should be right." She nods and gestures, smiling the whole time.

Anders nods and kisses Cally on the cheek before trotting over to pick up the piece she's pointing at. "Got it," he mutters, carefully aligning it the way she tells him to. "That look right? And yeah, when we're done with this I'll run down to town and pick up a few things. You wanna come with? Or maybe set up the common room and all?"

He's really not distracted by the hotness of Cally in a welding mask. Really.

~~Cally suddenly gets the urge to dance about in spandex, ending with a spectacular finish involving a pull chain and water.~~

"I'll set up the room. That way we can, like, be all super efficient and stuff." She looks carefully at the way Anders' is holding the piece and nods. "That's perfect. Just hold it steady, now." She flips down the mask again, and goes about properly welding that piece into place.

"You're so good at what you do, coach." Anders smiles at her affectionately, and kicks himself for feeling mildly inferior. Mentally, though -- if he kicked himself physically he wouldn't be holding the piece steady.

And Cally told him to hold it steady. So he's going to do that, damn it.

Cally finishes welding the bit, and flips up her mask and tries to kiss Anders on the nose without bashing him in the face with the mask.

"You're doing great, champ. Wouldn't be able to do this without you." She looks at the mostly-finished frame and smiles. "Alright, almost done, actually. The hard part is gonna be the engines and the moving bits. Oh, and the control panel, yeah. Prolly gonna need to enlist Bridge in helping with that."

Anders does get dinged in the face a little bit by the welding mask, but he shakes it off, grins, and wraps his arms around her. "It probably will end up dispensing soft-serve ice cream from the fuel lines, you know. That might be kinda cool, though. And we really should talk to him about getting pricing schemes and invoice forms set up. He said he'd be there tonight, so . . ."

"So, we get that stuff figured out tonight. Before the game. Cause no talkin' business at the card table." Cally stops herself from nodding, since that would flip down the mask and clonk Anders on the top of the head. She points over to the last bit of frame. "That's it, just hold that up over there," she motions "and we should be good for the frame."

"Wow. That went a lot faster than I thought it would!" Anders can't help feeling pleased as he looks at the frame, even though all he did was hold stuff in place. He heads over and picks up the last piece, holding it in place just like Cally said.

"So what's next?"

~~If the Chief can put one together from spare parts in an episode, we can put one together from the proper pieces much faster. D'uh.~~

"Well, after we get that put up, it's engine time. After that, the wings, then putting the wings on, then the cockpit, and finally the plating." She flips down the mask, before flipping it back up to add. "But that's not all for today. Might even have to cut out after the frame, since we're gonna need some block and tackle to haul the engines in place."

She flips down the mask again, and goes about welding the last bit of frame.

~~Yes, and I wouldn't know about any of that because I got LEFT BEHIND TO DIE ON CAPRICA and I'm NOT BITTER ABOUT IT AT ALL, NO.~~

Anders's eyes may just have glazed over a little bit from all this. "Right. Right. Got it. Block and tackle. Engines."

He just goes back to holding the piece in place and thinking how sexy Cally looks in a jumpsuit and welding mask.

Cally finishes welding the bit of frame on, and sets down the welding torch, and pulls off the welding mask.

"There, should be good." Cally huffs, blowing air under her bangs. "You wanna test the frame structure and stability? I promise, it's fun."

"Sure?" Anders rubs at the back of his neck, confused. "How are we gonna do that?"

Cally fishes a rubber mallet out of her toolkit and hands it Anders. "Hit it. A lot. if it can't stand up to that, it isn't gonna hold up to flight." She grins.

"Really?" Anders's eyes light up with excitement. "I can do that. Definitely. Yup."

He takes the mallet from Cally and happily wanders around the Viper frame, banging on it with abandon and quite pleased to be useful. After all, it's hitting things hard to see if they fall apart, and he's good at that sort of thing.

"Looks like it's holding up okay." Cally smiles smugly. "We did good."

"You did good," replies Anders, still pounding away happily. "I didn't do anything, really."

"Oh no you don't. Just cause I did the welding doesn't mean I did more work than you." She continues smiling as Anders hammers away at the frame. "You gonna keep doing that, or is it safe for me to come over and hug you?"

Anders stops swinging the mallet and blinks at Cally for a second. "Totally." He puts the mallet down very carefully on the ground and holds out his arms for her. "You did all the cool complicated stuff, though."

Cally hops over and hugs Anders, mostly cause she wants to, but also partially because of how cold it is up on the roof.

"Yes, because welding it oh so complicated. I coulda taught you how and let you do it, but I kinda needed your help with the lifting and the being taller." she rubs her arms up and down Anders' back. "Okay, getting a little chilly up here, now that I'm not holding a warm welding torch."

Anders hugs her tighter, because he's pretty cold too, but also mostly because he just likes hugging Cally. "Well, I could warm you up if you want . . . and I guess being taller and the lifty stuff is kinda useful, huh?" He smiles weakly. "We done for now up here, or what?"

"Yeah, I think we are. You wanna go crash in the room for a bit, or should we get ready for the triad stuff, or what?"

Anders looks at her hopefully. "Could go for a little snuggle time, yeah . . . besides, we gotta figure out what all you want me to go out and buy, right?"

He's conveniently ignoring the fact that they already figured that part out.

"Right, right." Cally takes hold of Anders' hand. "foll me (http://www.livejournal.com/users/sogothcally/15903.html), then."

After Cally and Anders leave, the same group of gremlins from yesterday (minus the one who is probably still a smoosh mark on the ground below) come out to inspect their work. They all walk around the assembled frame inspecting and discussing Cally's handy-work.

Finally, after a brief, if mildly violent, conference they all climb up onto the framework. The winner of the conference sits where the pilot's seat will eventually be. The rest spread themselves out over the Viper frame wherever they can find a comfortable perch.

The 'pilot' squeaks through a 'check list' as he pretends to flip switches and tap dials. Various gremlins behind him answer as he calls out each item. When the check list is finished the 'pilot' 'starts the engine'. He then begins making plane noises and all the gremlins lean in unison as the the 'pilot' 'flies' them about.

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