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August 4, 1761-later (open entry)

Posted by sarigoddess on 2008.05.18 at 12:59
Current Location: Baltimore, MD
Current Mood: boredbored
Draupadi was bored again.  Really, she hated being parked like this, with no real goal in the setting, just a place to refuel in the larger jumps.  Her fight with Rhiannon was still irking her, and she still couldn't find JJ. 

She was bored.  Terminally so, and now she had no miraculous chai to console herself with.

Draupadi drifted off towards one of the engine rooms on the off chance that someone might be there--hopefully someone she could snark at.


steampunksaint at 2008-05-19 03:29 (UTC) (Link)

Not Again

Captain Archibald sighed, rubbed his eyes, and squinted again at the complex junction of valves and copper tubing which comprised this part of the engine. He'd noticed something... off... about the temporal travel of late and had pinpointed the problem here.

To put it bluntly, every time he started to move, there was a loud and supremely annoying whistle. Which necessitated a leak. Which meant that somewhere here in the mess of pipes (he consulted his schematics again - yes, it must be here) was a loose joint or a poor connection.

This was the fourth one he'd tracked down in as many days. He was beginning to think that JJ or one of her zombies was messing with things down here. It just hadn't happened this often before he'd picked her up. Maybe it was that ugly one which really smelled. What was it JJ called it... Stinko? Stinkie? Stinkmeister?

Regardless, he had a building headache and a notable lack of any leaking pipes. What a wonderful day.
sarigoddess at 2008-05-19 19:38 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Not Again

Draupadi stood in the doorway and smirked. Target acquired. She had no desire to read into her tendency to snark at anything in sight to make herself feel better, as she could be pretty sure it was something that psychiatrists would call a "defense mechanism".

Defense mechanism defense shmechanism. It was fun.

"I see your bucket has a hole," she said, gliding forward and into Archibald's line of sight.
steampunksaint at 2008-05-20 03:51 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Not Again

Archibald sighed as he heard Draupadi's voice next to him. He knew that tone. His hend bent forward slightly to rest on the reassuring coolness of his wrench. Maybe that would give him the self control to deal with the supremely annoying goddess. Especially because she sounded like she was in one of her "moods".

"It's not a bucket, it's a finely tuned steam-power exchange junction, carefully tuned over months of work. And it has a slight leak. Nothing remotely interesting, exciting, or worthy of your divine attention. Feel free to bugger off."
sarigoddess at 2008-05-20 21:29 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Not Again

"If it is a finely-tuned machine, then why does it break," said Draupadi, her fingers stroking the said machine's various pipes and valves. "You machine is defective."

She stopped and smiled at Archibald, her glow radiating out toward him with a sense of peace and wonder at the world. "You could always ask for help..."
steampunksaint at 2008-05-20 21:50 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Not Again

"Or I could get struck by lightning and torn apart by ravenous war-pigs," Archibald responded. "Each is about as likely as the other."

He returned to his thorough examination of the pipes for some sign of the weakness causing that annoying noise. "Furthermore, I doubt your... help... is the kind I would need."
sarigoddess at 2008-05-21 13:22 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Not Again

"You would spit on the hand that reaches out, Archibald Kavanaugh! I am trying to make you a hero, immortal and beloved. But now I see that you would rather wallow in your own weakness."

She started to storm off in a huff, but thought better of it. It might be bad company, but at least she was no longer bored.

She smiled again, a nasty, condescending smile, and said, "It's over there."
steampunksaint at 2008-05-23 02:34 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Not Again

"No," Archibald replied without looking where she pointed. "That would be the steam-release valve, which is SUPPOSED to be whistling. I'm not looking for that. I'm looking for what's causing the other whistle, the really high-pitched one." He shot an annoyed glance at Draupadi. "I don't tell you how to be a goddess, don't start trying to tell me how to handle my machines."

"Besides, I'm a Christian," he added. "Technically speaking, I don't believe in you. Why would I want or need you to make me a hero?"

He pondered for a moment as he rechecked the copper tubing in front of him - he had been so sure that he'd insulted Draupadi to the point of her leaving in a huff and sulking. Either he had miscalculated, or she was bored. Dear God he hoped she wasn't bored. That never boded well.
sarigoddess at 2008-05-23 05:22 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Not Again

"You do not believe in me and yet I am here. Life is a funny thing, is it not, Archibald?"

Draupadi smirked.

"And I was not referring to the steam valve. I was referring to the pipe behind it."

She considered for a moment longer. "Why would you not want me to make you a hero?" she said. "I could help you achieve your greatest aspirations, and all I ask in return is that you swear your life to me."
steampunksaint at 2008-05-24 15:48 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Not Again

Archibald glanced over at what she'd pointed at and sighed again. "Draupadi, I know you're trying to be helpful, but you really have no idea what you're talking about."

For the first time since she'd arrived he turned to face her fully. "And I'm pretty sure that swearing my life to you would be incompatible with the whole 'Catholic' thing. And like I said - I have no interest in being a hero, just stopping the apocalypse and saving the world. Who needs to be heroic to do that?"
sarigoddess at 2008-05-26 13:48 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Not Again

Draupadi sighed. If he did not want her help finding the pipe she had punched a hole in, then she could be of no further use here.

"So be it, Archibald. I just hope you realize that now I have to convince one of the girls to worship me. I think that will work better anyway."

She swept out of the door, satisfied with herself. She had a new goal, she had bothered Archibald, and she was no longer bored.
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