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[tinytactician]

[Armin's looked better -- his hair is a snarly mess, there are dark shadows under his eyes and there are literally stacks and stacks of datapads around him. But he seems pretty content, in his element, even, making notes on one of the datapads -- he can adjust! He can learn how to technology! -- and adjusting the communicator (probably perched on one of the stacks) with his free hand.

Then he'll look up, set down the data pad, then hold his hands about eighteen inches apart.]

Grappling hook.

[...that's all he says. Apparently he figures anyone who can help him will start with inquiring further. He nods, once, smiling, then returning to his note-taking. After a moment, he remembers the communicator is still on, reaching out without looking up and switching it off.]

Comments

Video

[dino_zarf]

[Well that's an odd sort of thing to say without further elaboration]

Shénme?

Video

[tinytactician]

No, no, one about that big should suffice. I don't need an enormous one.

Re: Video

[dino_zarf]

[The puzzled look does not fade]

Still not following.

Video

[tinytactician]

I need a grappling hook, or the parts to make one. If at all possible?

Re: Video

[dino_zarf]

[Well... that explains a few things]

On a spaceship?

Video

[tinytactician]

...it's a very large spaceship?

[That explains everything, right?]

Re: Video

[dino_zarf]

It... is. You want to... climb it?

Video

[tinytactician]

Not the outside. [As if that makes any big difference.]

Re: Video

[dino_zarf]

Well I should hope not. Not a good choice for a long and fruitful life, climbing the outside of a spaceship.

[klutziness]

You want one?

[tinytactician]

Please, if at all possible. Or the materials to build one.

[klutziness]

I'll have a look around.

[tinytactician]

...you don't even wish to know what it's for?

[klutziness]

[she shrugs]

You're a kid, and sometimes kids gotta do some stupid things. Just try not to hurt yourself!

[rikku: giving bad advice since 2001]

[tinytactician]

[Indignant scowly-face.] I'm fifteen.

[klutziness]

[she grins]

Hey, when I was fifteen, I ran away from home and hoofed it around the world with a little band of misfits. So let me tell you, I understand stupid.

WHOOPS

[tinytactician]

...how old are you now? [He'll ignore the "stupid" thing for now.]

[finer]

You look rather busy this evening.

[tinytactician]

[He jumps a little, like he's forgotten there was anyone else, then offers a tired smile.] I am, yes. Most evenings now. But it's nice to have occupation.

[finer]

It keeps restlessness at bay, I agree. A healthy mind to go with healthy spirits.

[tinytactician]

Both of which are difficult to maintain, especially on this ship.

[finer]

I have a new appreciation for jokes dealing with sanity, now.

What is it you were assigned to do, if I may ask?

[tinytactician]

Oh, it's ah...a personal assignment. [Little smile, looking down at a data pad with pride.] Just building some things.

[finer]

I'm sure it makes life more convenient here.

[tinytactician]

Yes, it does. I'm building a grappling hook. [:D]