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!)

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"