So you grab a piece of something that you think is gonna last.

[youfallback]

Who: Carolina and open!
What: Carolina doing maintenance on vehicles in the hangar. People dropping by. Awkward talks.
When: All day (Jan 20th)
Where: Noble Two's hangar, which Carolina has essentially taken charge of
Rating: Updated to R/NC-17 in the York and Carolina thread. Otherwise PG/PG-13 for most others.


After training and a few other things she needed to check in on, Carolina was back in the hangar, outside of her armor for the first time in a few days. While there were obvious uses for said armor, it made her current task of vehicle maintenance much more difficult. So, the Freelancer could be found in the various vehicles in the hangar, dressed in mildly civillian-esque uniform she'd worn out on the expedition, with the addition of a thicker jacket. After all, she couldn't run vehicles without proper ventilation and the only ventilation was opening the garage door a little.

She didn't plan on being bugged, but things were rarely as she planned them as of late.


(ooc: I'll slap up times below with Carolina's location/the vehicle she's working on below!)

Comments

1000-1200

[youfallback]

First on Carolina's list was the Warthog, which she'd not seen run since her arrival. So, with her shortwave radio playing some very old Earth music, the Freelancer turned on the engine with a low rumble before climbing out the side.

[noblefive]

And the door opens considerably, admitting one tall SPARTAN-II into the hangar. Sat on Jorge's helmet was a penguin-type thing, which Jorge plucks off and sets outside. "Go play, I'll be back in a bit."

He straightens, and walks further in, whistling lowly. "Impressive gear."

[youfallback]

Carolina glanced over at the door opening, raising an eyebrow at the penguin seated on Jorge's helmet before he pulled it off. Another thing that didn't quite make any sense about this place. Leaning against the side of the Warthog, Carolina regarded Jorge with a curious expression.

"Noble Two built almost all of these, as well as the hangar." She wasn't about to take credit for something that wasn't hers.

[noblefive]

"The castle let her build this stuff?" He asks, wandering a bit further in, and he takes his helmet off.

"Need some help with anything? I'm pretty good with mechnanics."

Considering the fact that he modified his own MJOLNIR armour.

[youfallback]

"It did," Carolina answered, not at all wanting to go into how some wishes can be answered and the like. She'd been avoiding the Castle and that ability to make wishes for a reason; it didn't help her trying to work through her doubts about the Castle's realness.

"Most of the vehicles aren't in need of major repair, just some maintenance. Two built these to last." If the other woman ever came back, Carolina would have to give her a big thank you, and not just for the vehicles.

1200-1300

[youfallback]

Hey, even Carolina knew that lunch was needed. So, she can be found in the upstairs kitchen, chewing away on a sandwich like the sophisticated lady she is.

[brute_shot_bully]

[Stopping in a little bit before his daily lockup, knocking on the entrance before coming fully inside. He remembers what almost happened the last time he was in the hangar, and wouldn't fault her if she wanted him out.]

Hey.

[youfallback]

[Carolina glances up at Maine when he knocks, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and setting her sandwich down on the plate in front of her.]

Hey. [She doesn't look pissed, though, instead clearing a couple maps from the counter in front of the seat beside her, silently inviting him over.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[He takes that as a good sign and strides in, stopping by the fridge long enough to grab a beer before taking a chair and turning it around so he can straddle it. He nods at hte maps whill opening his beer.]

What's that?

[youfallback]

Maps of the grounds so far. [She reaches over for a napkin to wipe off her hands.] We're here.

[She points to a small structure on the map closest to her.] There's a lot more here than I expected.

1300-1600

[youfallback]

Back to the garage to check on the Mongoose, Jeep, and a few other of the smaller vehicles. The same shortwave radio's out, keeping her company for the time until someone decides to come bother her.

1600-1800

[youfallback]

Carolina's wrapping up her day's work in the hangar before dinner, finishing up on cleaning up any mess she's made. Oil and grease are surprisingly easier to clean up with the radio's assistance. Why she'd never worked to music before was beyond her. She'd be heading up to dinner, soon, as well.

[helljumper]

It'd been some time since he'd last wandered down here, but when he was quickly growing bored of the castle and wanted a more familiar change in scenery, this was the first place that came to mind. However, as he grow closer, the music was something he regarded in silent questioning before Rookie gave a couple solid knocks on the garage door and peered in.

"Hello?"

[youfallback]

Carolina was in the process of wiping off the underside of the Mongoose when she heard Rookie's knock and call into the hangar. Carefully, she maneuvered herself out from under the vehicle and glanced over at the garage door, smiling when she caught sight of the familiar ODST armor.

"Hey Rookie," she greeted as she tossed the workshop cloth onto the seat. "Surprised to see you out here."

[helljumper]

"Could say the same to you, ma'am."

If it hadn't been for the helmet, Carolina might have been able to see the tiny smile he gave in return as he wandered the rest of the way inside. The hangar receiving a short, sweeping glance as he did so.

"I see you've been busy."

[youfallback]

With half a shrug, Carolina rolled the sleeves of her jacket down further toward her wrists to keep out the cold brought in with her guest. "Mostly upkeep on my part. Noble Two built almost all of the vehicles in here."

That said, the Freelancer definitely wanted to do some building of her own, if nothing else but to gain a few more specialized skills that she could possibly use out in the field. She didn't have much of a mechanic's thumb herself, though, which made upkeep about as much as she could do for now without blowing anything up.

1900-2200

[youfallback]

After dinner, Carolina's in the falcon, tucked underneath the dashboard, legs half-sprawled as she works on the coolant line, trying to massage out a clog she'd found earlier. Of course, the radio provides something besides the empty echo of her work.

Have some actionspam because I am lazy

[encryptedlock]

[It's been kind of a long, unhappy week for York. He does feel better after speaking to his psychiatrist, and knowing that a lot of people were feeling paranoia on the 13th. It's possible Carolina was feeling the same way, but it also hurt that she had never come down to his room to apologize.

So he's been avoiding her as much as possible, but when he hears the radio on when checking out the hangar as part of a normal patrol he thinks it's probably Six out here. He walks in and speaks loudly so he can be heard.]

Yo! Everything ship-shape?

All cool <3

[youfallback]

[Carolina pauses in the middle of working on the coolant line at the sound of York's voice. Well, that's someone she really hadn't expected to head out to the hangar. Not that he hadn't before, but his arrival is yet another thing she hadn't planned. Honestly, she wanted to talk to him, but wasn't necessarily sure how to, considering the argument was, by and large, her own fault. Admitting error on her own part had never been easy for her. It was easy to continue on pretending like nothing was wrong, but this was something she knew she needed to address.

So, climbing to her feet, Carolina moved to the open gunner's door, wiping her hands off on a workshop cloth she'd used earlier to clean up a few things.]

Hey. [She gestures back toward the cockpit with a cock of her head, before pausing.] Coolant line's clogged. Not surprised with how long it's been since she's been flown.

[encryptedlock]

[...Oh. That's definitely not Six.

His posture stiffens up and York almost sucumbs to the strong desire to just turn and leave without further comment, but Delta sharply reminds him that would not only be rude, but wouldn't help his current emotional state in the slightest. Instead, York crosses his arms defensively, scowling under his helmet.]

And what does that matter if none of this is real?

OR ANY OTHER TIME JUST COME ON IN.

[youfallback]

[hard_talker]

He'd been promising to drop by and say hi for ages, now - and when boredom found him flicking paper footballs into Cohen's terrarium, Mark realized that it was probably a pretty good day to make good on his promise. Throwing on his leather jacket and a warm fuzzy scarf, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way down and out to the hangar.

Once he wandered through the door, he stomped the snow from his sneakers and pulled off his glasses to wipe off the steam. "Hey, C, you in here?"

[youfallback]

Honestly, of any of the visitors she'd had so far today, Carolina was most surprised by Mark's. After all, having UNSC personnel come by should be mostly expected at this point in time, but she can't help but smile anyway at the sound of the teenager's voice.

"Over here, HH," she spoke up from underneath the WWII-era Jeep, sliding out and shifting to stand.

[hard_talker]

"Hey!" He grinned, jogging over. "NICE old Jeep! Where'd you find somethin' like that around here?"

[youfallback]

Carolina chuckled at Mark's response, wiping off her hands efficiently with a workshop cloth. She really enjoyed the teenager's company, no matter the difference between them in age. "You'd have to ask one of the older members of the Castle. I'm just making sure she still runs."