OOM - Edgar

[andinfluencepeople]

There's a lot of stuff to get done with the Jaegers, and usually that means Chuck up manually working on them.

But you can't work all the time.

Chuck's sitting in a folding lawn chair by Tacit Ronin's feet, shaded from the overhead lights by her bulk. He's reading a Hardy Boys' mystery, having carefully cleaned his hands of grease, and finishing up a bologna sandwich.

Comments

[hate_gettin_older]

Well, Edgar definitely didn't look at it last time with an eye towards where to sling a hammock. The two weird structures up at the front have about the right amount of space between them, but ... they look like the sort of thing one's supposed to leave alone, in case of exposed wires or some shite.

"Those're off-limits, I guess?" he asks, just to make sure, with a vague wave in their general direction.

[andinfluencepeople]

Chuck's clearly startled by the suggestion, but he takes another look at them anyway -- he actually walks around, and through them.

"Nah," he says, a little bemused. "I mean, it's not like anyone's going to be driving her for a decade or two anyway. And the Koyamadas haven't shown up yet."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Oh." A bit surprised. "So -- there'd be all right, then? It'd be out of the way."

[andinfluencepeople]

"Yeah," Chuck says. "I just don't really think of them as a-- fixture. They're drive harnesses," he explains. He's been told their purpose is pretty unclear from the outside. "For piloting. You can't send anything wrong by hitting a button or anything, not without the reactor running."

He shrugs, and steps back.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Okay," he says. "Thanks, then."

The word engine floats through his mind for a moment in search of something to connect to.

He thrusts it away, and starts to unfold the hammock.