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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!)

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[He catches her eyes and sits back with a grumble. Yeah, he'd been busy alright, and the half of it he could remember kept him up at night sometimes.]

[Carolina nods. Yeah, that wasn't the most tactful on her part there.]

Maine, you're welcome here at any time, especially while I'm here.

[He taps his free hand on his beer bottle for a couple moments, thinking. Maybe he should make it a point to come out here more often. He can't help a little chuff, though.]

No guests?

Noble Five visited earlier. [Besides that, it'd been just mostly her for a large part of the week, which she hadn't minded at all. Having time to herself was nice, especially without the Castle interfering.]

[He nods, taking another drink, another few moments of silence.]

[He just tried not to think about it, most times, what had happened in his time here, what he'd done, what he could remember and what he couldn't. Nothing made sense to him, really, and while part of him was okay with just leaving things as they were and working out what he could, things with Wash and York were still Out Of The Ordinary and awkward, and having Carolina as one solid foundation hadn't been lost on him. He may never know exactly why he did the things he did, but that he could still count on her meant a lot.]

Glad you're here.

[Carolina watches him as he sits silently, giving him any time he needs to just sit, away from the Castle, away from Wash and York, away from anyone that might hurt him, physically or otherwise. When he speaks, her expression brightens and a warm smile spreads slowly across her face.]

Glad I can help, Maine.

[Because before she really couldn't. She could try to talk to him over the journal, she could try writing to him, trying to reason with him, but being unable to do anything had been one of the hardest things to endure. Having him talking, sane, and in one relative piece was more than she could have ever asked of the Castle.]

[He tips the beer at her in semblence of a toast and takes a drink. That conversation they'd had when he wasn't quite right still plagues him, sometimes, but it was in the past now. Whatever he'd done, he could make up for it now.]

[He motions to the Falcon with a jerk of his head,] Joyride?

[Carolina tips her head toward him in acknowledgement of that toasting gesture before taking another bite of her sandwich. The question about the Falcon makes her raise her eyebrows.]

I ran a check this morning. Coolant line's clogged. She's grounded until I clear it up. [Said around a mouth of sandwich, not that she thought Maine would care.]

[He hefts a sigh, swirling his beer around a moment, then glances at her.] Need help?

[Carolina raises a skeptical eyebrow at him.] Didn't know you had any expertise in mechanics.

[He shrugs. They all got maintenance training but it didn't involve punching things so he didn't really pay much attention to it.] Not really.

[Yep, that's what she thought.]

You have lunch yet?

[He shakes his head,] No.

[It'd been somewhere on his schedule but he thought he'd stop here first.]

[Carolina raises an eyebrow at him, regarding him with a slight smile.]

Want to make something here? [She still had half a sandwich after all and no concrete plans besides working on the vehicles for the rest of the day.]

Sure.

[He sets his beer on the table and goes over to root through the pantry, coming back with a can of Spaghetti-Os.]

[Carolina pulls out a frying pan, expecting something much more elaborate than... Spaghetti-Os? She cocks her head slightly to the side, her lips narrowing into a line.]

[He rummages through a few drawers looking for a can opener before he notices her, and straightens.] What?

[Yeah, she didn't realize he was still six-years-old.] Spaghetti-Os.

[He looks at the can and then looks back at her.] Yeah?

[Was she really that much against fun?]

[There's a difference between fun and eating--- oh nevermind. Just this once.] Heat it up.

[~~Come on Carolina have fun Carolina~~]

[Maine locates the can opener and frees the Spaghetti-Os from their metal prison, dumping them into the pan and then setting it up to heat on the stove. He goes rooting around for a bowl and spoon next. It's obvious he hasn't spent much time in the hangar, he has no idea where anything is.]

[~~you can have fun when you're dead~~

Carolina watches as Maine manages to get the Spaghetti-Os started, just standing back and observing for once instead of trying to do everything herself. Leaning on the counter, she can't help the slight smirk as he rifles around for something.]

What're you looking for?

Spoon.

[He could always just eat out of the pan if he couldn't find a bowl. He pauses his search to grab his beer and stir the Spaghetti-Os, not really seeming too concerned.]

[You know, he could always just use the ladel ...]

[Carolina raises an eyebrow at him as she quickly opens the thin drawer beside her, revealing a whole kingdom worth of utensils, including the desired spoon.]

Not hard.

[He straightens and looks at her with a grumble. She was hiding them, obviously. He reaches over and plucks out a spoon, keeping his eyes on hers.]

Woulda found it.

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