fandomhighdorms | The Dorm Roof, Saturday Morning

Cally, all orange-jumpsuited up, tools strapped on, and a large monkey wrench wielded in her fist, makes her way up to the roof of the Dorm Building. Today was the day to finish the Viper ~~hopefully with Bridge's help~~. However, when she arrives, the wrench clatters against the roof as she stares at the scene before her.

The viper frame is tilted up on it's side. Propped up by boxes, it has been placed in such a way that it looks like it had crashed into the roof. A quick examination, however, shows that it has not actually been damaged.

Spread around the viper are the rest of the clothes that had been stolen during the triad game. They have been carefully laid out to resemble bodies that would have been thrown from the plane. Adding to the effect is the ketchup that has been used to liberally doused around the area to form the blood for the scene.

Cally stares for a good two minutes. Then gathers up all the clothes into a crate, sweeps away the ketchup, and starts going about her work on the viper. She was gonna need to move the frame to do some of the work, but she was going to get as much done as she could before that.

Because making it heavy before moving it is a SMART idea. ~~Go Team Buttery!~~

[ooc: Cally will be up here most of the day. I'm -sorta- open to interaction. I've got papers to write. Lots of Papers. I need to be doing those. Not RP. And I'm teh weak when it comes to temptation.]

[ooc ETA: Oh, and the whole crash scene idea was written up and came from the awesome

fh_anonymous. Yay Gremlins!]

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(ooc: just got home from work. gonna do some intensive paper-writing for a couple hours and then mayhap bridge will stop by once i'm done, if ya want.)

[ooc: Heh, I'm doing the paper-thing too! Yes, I want Bridge to show up. How else will the Viper suddenly dispense food out of the instrument panel?]

Bridge makes his way across the dorm roof, stopping ocassionally to crouch behind a conveniently-placed obstacle and then somersault out from behind it. This is made somewhat difficult by the fact that he has a large knapsack strapped to his back.

"Got your message," he says to Cally, looking from side to side to check for eavesdroppers.

"Erm, when I said super secret, I was kinda joking." Cally grins and points over at one of the crates. "That's the stuff for the instrument panel. Some bits went missing, so I tracked down some spare parts. Would you mind helping? I kinda want to get this baby all revved up and ready for take-off by tonight."

"Huh," Bridge says. "You know, now that I think about it, you didn't really sound all that secretive on the phone, anyway." Bridge bounces over to the crate that Cally indicated. "I brought some of the parts I've scrounged from around school grounds, too," he says as he unpacks the crate. "I'm not sure what they're supposed to do, but maybe we could put them in the Viper and see what happens, if you wanted."

"Hey, it might get the thing to actually take off. When my Dad and I put this thing together back on Caprica? Didn't fly and inch. Engine's would rev, but the controls just didn't make it do anything other than turn on and off." Cally shrugs and wipes her forehead.

"So, what've you been up to? Haven't seen you in awhile."

Bridge starts arranging the instrument panel parts into little piles.

"Oh, this and that," he shrugged, "a bunch of... stuff... happened after the Triad Game. It wasn't much fun. Um, we have a whole bunch of new stuff to repair, including a Secret Project that really is a Secret Project."

Suddenly, he looks up from what he's doing and notices the crate full of clothes. "Hey, pants!" he exclaims.

"Oh, yeah! I found all of our clothes up here. At least, the stuff that wasn't already found. Silly gremlins had done a... thing with them. Make sure to wash 'em properly. They might smell like ketchup." Cally stops tightening the bolt she's been working on, and walks over to where Bridge is working.

"Here, why don't we work on this together?" She's pulling off her thick workgloves as she speaks. "Four hands are better than two. This way it'll get done twice as fast."

"I'll do that. I'm a fan of ketchup. But... not as a clothing accessory." He grins, "so, uh, what're we doing with these bits?" he gestures vaguely at one of the piles.

"Yeah, I like ketchup too. Just not a big fan of smelling like it." Cally looks at where Bridge is pointing and squats down next to the pile. "This is the pitch indicator, the speedometer, and... one of the foot pedals." She turns around and stands up, accidently bumping right into Bridge.

"Oops. Guess I should watch where I'm going." She give a slight chuckle.

"Um," Bridge says, blushing a little, "so, these two go like... this, then?" he picks up the speedometer and another piece.

"Right." Cally points along the join, her finger brushing softly against Bridge's gloved knuckles. "That fits in like that, and then..."

She bends over to grab another piece and slots it in between the two. "And that fits between them like that, so the coupling can give properly with the stress. Got to make sure all the bits fit together properly. Think we can manage that?"

Bridge grins up at her. "Yeah, no problem!" He reaches over to his knapsack and rummages through it, coming up with a... something-or-other. "And hey, lookit that. This'll connect to this bit right here. Cool."

"Oh, neat. Here, you hold that while I get the screwdriver and the screws. It's not a good panel if it isn't screwed hard and tight, right?"

Cally then pulls the proper tool off her belt and grabs the a couple screws out of a side pocket. She sticks them between her teeth, and pulls out one and begins fastening the bits at the proper places.

"You learn the same little memory trick I did? Screw tight to the right?" She giggles a little. "My dad taught me that."

"Yep... don't remember where I picked it up, but it's handy to remember." Bridge grins, and works on fastening bits on the other side of the panel, completely oblivious to any innuendo that might be present.

"There, that's good." Cally waggles the screwdriver in Bridge's direction. "So, you got yourself a girlfriend yet?" She reaches down and grabs the next bit and begins fastening that as well. "Seems a shame a cute guy like you being all alone and stuff."

Bridge shrugs as he continues connecting the ~~soft serve ice cream dispenser~~ mysterious part to the panel. "Nah," is all he says.

Cally stops for a second to pat Bridge on the shoulder. "Well, that's no good. I'm sure you'll find somebody eventually." Her hand lingers for a second before she pulls it back and goes back to work on the panel.

"So, there's the read-outs for the... there we go. And now it's wiring time. Gotta make sure you get the wiring right too, of course. Delicate touch on the right spots to make sure the engine purrs properly, right?"

The Dorm Roof, Saturday Morning

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