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a giant man on a mission (OPEN)

Who: Maine and YOU
When: early November
Where: pretty much everywhere that isn't someone's room. he may knock on your door, though.
What: gathering materials for an OBSTACLE COURSE!!! prose or brackets is fine: will match format.
Warnings: language?

[ Throughout early November, the seven-foot-tall, four hundred pound wall of muscle that is Agent Maine can be found all over Avari. What's he doing? Collecting things. All the things.

[ This is a man on a mission. Help, hinder, or haul-ass-away-from at will. ]

animal nursery

[ There are a whole lot of empty cages and pens here. Surely no one will notice if a few are disassembled. Right? ... Right?

[ Well, Maine doesn't give a shit either way.

[ The giant Freelancer is methodically breaking down some of the pens, apparently for their fences. Please ignore the fact that he doesn't appear to have the right tools for this, and, when he gets stuck, he just ... starts forcing the metal apart with his bare hands. It's totally fine.

[ Stop him? Move away quickly? Find some tools to help him out? ]

bartering block

[ Absolutely none of the things that Maine is gathering look useful. Mismatched tires; rope with frayed ends; broken pieces of furniture; what may have been an industrial-grade refrigerator; a large portrait of a cat. It's junk, pure and simple.

[ Help him gather more? Intervene in what may be the beginning of a serious hoarding problem? Laugh in the face of danger and try to take his stuff? ]

hall of music

[ In the middle of the stage, there is a pile of old theatre props. Most are larger pieces — old scenery and whatnot — but a few stage weapons have been set neatly aside. There's also a fair collection of spindly-looking furniture.

[ Where did it all come from? The answer comes in the form of an object being flung at high speed from backstage, straight at the pile.

[ Hopefully you're not in the way. If you are — think fast! ]

ingress memorial

[ Maine stands still, giving pieces of the Ingress a long, considering look.... ]

ingress shrines

[ Happen to be near one of these? Congratulations! You get to be in Maine's way, as he rolls a tractor tire straight towards you. ]

laboratories and workshops

[ Do you have important things here? Might want to keep an eye on them. Maine doesn't look too enthused with what he's finding so far, but he is eyeing anything that appears broken beyond repair. ]

library

[ Would anyone notice if he took a shelf? Because he sure is circling a shelf full of trashy romance novels right now.

[ Question him, or perhaps his taste in literature? ]

medical wing and cryo station

[ From this place, he takes nothing. Instead, he appears to simply be getting acquainted with the place. Which also means that he's looking to see what supplies are on hand.

[ Accuse him of thievery? Ask if he's injured? Tell him to quit looming while you're trying to organize things? ]

observation station

[ Maine's visit is a brief one. He walks in, looks at the storms outside...

[ ... and he turns right the fuck around to walk out.

[ Apologies if he runs into you! Really. He's four hundred pounds of muscle. He'll probably knock you over. ]

residential sectors

[ KNOCK KNOCK, MOTHERFUCKER. ]

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[Music had never been Diana's forte, though her mother had insisted she learn to play at least one instrument. So she really has no reason to visit the Hall of Music, aside from a small sort of curiosity. She wonders if there are any futuristic instruments that might treat her more kindly than the cithara.

But the moment she steps inside the hall, she nearly trips over a pile of garbage.]

What in the--

[Her exclamation is cut off by the sound of something whistling through the air--a chair leg. Instinctively, Diana raises one of her cuffed wrists to protect herself. The wood shatters the moment it comes in contact with her bracer, sending splinters everywhere. The Amazon bends her knees, dropping into a defensive stance as she squints over to the backstage area.]

Who is there?

[ The culprit becomes clear very quickly. From his sheer size to his shaved head, there's just nothing stealthy about Agent Maine.

[ The big man emerges from the wings, drawn by both the call and what sounded like splintering wood. He takes one look at the combat-ready stranger between him and the pile, and— ah. Shit. Must've hit her. ]

Sorry.

[ Even as he's saying it, he's looking her over for any sign of injury. ]

[During her time in London and on the Front, Diana had seen all sorts of men. Small and short, and what she'd thought was large and tall. But when this behemoth of a man emerges from behind the stage, she is nothing less than astonished. She lowers her arms slowly, absently brushing stray splinters off her arm and the bracer that took the blow. She appears completely uninjured, simply astounded. Even at her full height of six feet, he is still at least a head above her.

And Diana is delighted.

A smile spreads across her lips, and she waves a hand dismissively, stepping around the fractured wood.]

No apology necessary. You should just watch where you're throwing... things.

[She glances down at the pile, then back up to him.]

What is all this for?

[ It is usually considered unwise to steal from Medical.

After all, your sorry ass might need those supplies some day.

Adrien was preparing to tackle the next impossible looking piece of equipment, looking to see if he could get it working, when he spied the man standing in the bay. He studied Maine for a long moment, before giving his head a shake. ]

Given the state of you, I expect you'd rather jump out an airlock than volunteer to attend medical if you needed it.

So I have to wonder if you're lost?

[it's a surprise for Badou to be anywhere around here, seeing as he finds these shrines creepy and suspicious-- which is why he'd hung around here today-- but he shouldn't be surprised about the tire. Maybe?

Either way--]

PULL THE FUCK OVER, FARMER BROWN!

[He was absolutely reading. Looking through the books in an effort to see if there was any more information like the pun-friendly alien had found. With no luck.]

[No luck, and no coffee.]

[Needless to say, he'd passed out on top of one of the books at a table within an hour or so. Only jerking awake at the sound of heavy footsteps.]

-- fine! I'm fine!

[There's a bookmark stuck to your face, Shiro.]

[ There's a bookmark stuck to Shiro's face.

[ Maine comes to a halt and looks down at the other man, his expression torn between puzzled and amused. After a moment, he makes a little brushing motion on his own face.

[ Got a little something there, Shiro. ]

[He hears the knock on his door long before he can open it. Siegfried has his hands currently tied up in trying to move things around the room, and Silber, his cat, isn't helping any. Jumping on everything he moves, paws clawing at the peeling wallpaper, yowling for attention- sometimes Siegfried wonders why he keeps this damn cat.]

In here.

[A note that he hears the noise and that he's there, and he'll be there at the door in a second. He shoos Silber off his bed and lets the door slide open, blinking as he looks up to see a familiar face.]

Maine? [His head tilts. Is everything all right?]

[In once corner of one of the supposedly unused workshops is a literal stock pile of scrap metal and junk. There's no way any of this stuff could have just collected here naturally; someone had to select it specifically and pile it in a corner. That person, in this instance, was Darin.]

[See, in his travels, Darin had taken it upon himself to grab whatever he felt he could use in his own workshop; broken down junk that he could break down to its core components and repurpose as raw materials. What he's collected might not seem like much, but with his abilities, he could do some great things. He just needs to...y'know. Figure out what those 'great things' are. It's a process.]

[He's coming to collect some of his junk when he walks in to find someone rooting through it.]

...So uh. Can I help you find something?

[He blinks a few times, and mimics the motion. The bookmark, apparently magnetized, sticks to his hand.]

[This prompts a scowl from Shiro, and he flicks it off with a little more effort than should be necessary.]

Hi. What time is it?

[ Maine shrugs: does it matter? It's not as though there's a strict schedule to keep in this place. Nothing to even indicate what waking and sleeping hours are, beyond a general consensus of those he lives with. ]

[ Pull over? Hell no! He will stop the tire before he runs the shouting man over, though.

[ Aaaand then look at the man with a raised eyebrow, because "Farmer Brown?" What? ]

[thank god because the badou-shaped stain would not have been the only one

still flustered, he manages:]

Where the hell'd you even find something like that? THERE AIN'T EVEN ANY CROPS!

[ It's true that Maine avoids medical procedures whenever possible, though that's due to his phobia of needles rather than his physical state. Because fuck needles. They're horrible.

[ Maine glances over at the other man, then shakes his head; he's not lost. ]

Doctor?

[That shrug is a very, very good point. But he still scrubs his hand over his face, in an attempt to brush off the impromptu nap.]

Sorry, rhetorical question.

What brings you here?

[ It's an impressive pile of junk. Many pieces are in line with what Maine is looking for. It's no wonder that he's checking it out — though he stops short of taking anything. It's clear that someone else has called dibs on it.

[ The world may have ended, but "dibs" must be respected.

[ When he hears someone speak, Maine turns to face the new arrival, then nods to the pile. ]

Yours?

[ Maine nods, both in greeting and in answer to the question: he's fine. Then he jumps straight to the purpose for his visit: ]

Spare parts.

[ To what, he doesn't say. Just ... spare parts. ]

Sorta? I mean, I found it but I'm not going to drive a flag into it and stake my claim if you get my meaning.

[He grins and wanders over to the pile.]

What I mean is, I don't mind sharing. What did you need? I got plenty to spare.

That's what it said on the certificate I pulled out of a box of cracker jacks. [ Adrien replied in a deadpan tone. ] But you can call me Adrien.

Can I help you with something?

[Siegfried pauses for just a moment, thinking.]

Anything?

[Do you need anything specific, is more what he's asking. He hasn't really been scavenging much, as he doesn't need anything- but here and there, he has things he might use for later.]

[ The mention of a flag just reminds Maine of battle simulations run with sim troopers. It's something he hasn't thought of in a while. Something that he's perfectly fine continuing to keep out of his mind.

[ So, he makes no comment about flags. He looks at the pile again, and he thinks for a moment. There are many things that look useful, but the thing that Maine needs the most is: ]

Rope.

Training.

[ Which may seem like an odd answer, but it's an honest one. He considers how to explain for a moment before adding: ]

Need materials.

[Man, this guy was really super talkative wasn't he. Maybe he's shy? A guy this big though, Darin wonders what he could possibly be shy about. Finally, he shrugs.]

Won't find any rope there since that's all scrap metal and junk. Come with me to my workshop though, I should have some lying around.

[Darin gestures to a hallway with a nod of his head.]

C'mon, it's this way.

[Darin strolls a ways down to another workshop door and tosses it open, and walks inside. He's not even sure if the man is following him, but he's going to root around in one of the cabinets for rope anyway. Should Maine follow, he'll find this workshop is considerably more stocked than some of the others, as well as meticulously organized. Anyone would guess someone was working in here for months, not just a few scant weeks. Across the various work benches are half finished projects; mostly armor prototypes. Some started before arriving on the station and merely unpacked into their new domicile, and others recently started. Lining the walls are various tools, all brought from his workshop on Thisavrou, and there's a table with a tablet on it, the tablet projecting a number of holographic blueprints for weapons and armor into the air just above it. The place is practically an armory.]

Edited 2017-11-12 20:15 (UTC)

From... the library?

[Really, Maine, that doesn't sound like a real thing.]

[ Maine nods; he'll take whatever he can find, wherever he can find it. Then he taps the bookshelf he was circling. ]

Obstacle course.

[ Yes, he is thinking about taking the bookshelf — which, incidentally, is full of books — and using it as part of an obstacle course. What about it? ]

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