[ scotty doesn't deal well with the unease the images on-screen bring. it's unnatural and he doesn't stick around long enough to progress past the shudder of tiny legs crawling all over him. it's not his place to deal with it, after all. he leaves, unsettled, hands rubbing up and down his arms.
working on drones, though?
that is definitely his corner. he takes to the tasks like a duck to water, settling in to a control station and fiddling with the controls until he's confident in his ability. it keeps him focused on this and not on everything he's been dragged into trying to process as a new arrival. picking up garbage and throwing it out is tedious but the tech makes it interesting enough to continue, even if he's tempted more than once to try out his own tweaks to the workings of it here and there.
which is to say, every so often he stops working and tries something to assist in speeding up the effort, but it doesn't do much because the learning curve is so steep. still, he's educating himself on entirely new engineering systems and that excites him as much if not more than the thrill of racking up points by tossing debris through hoops. ]
If I'm honest, I'd like to get my hands on one of the drones themselves, take a peek at its insides.
[ it's mostly to himself, but if you're around, more power to you in talking to this weirdo. in fact, as he speaks, he snaps a tiny panel shut and goes back to the controls, squinting at the display in front of him. ]
But, well, you know what they say, you do with what you have.
[ that's the spirit, scotty. ]
problems with the ship
[ of all the things that have annoyed him since he woke up, the refusal of the doors to get anything right is driving scotty up the walls. living in space? whatever. untold dangers? whatever. a weird annoyance when a door doesn't open to where it's supposed to? come on, man. you may or may not find him swearing under his breath at a door he's passed through only to end up in the wrong corridor, which is highly unnerving when you're already unfamiliar with the place, but if you're real lucky you'll meet up with him in the laboratory, where he is most definitely not considering keeping a slime as a pet. ]
Now you see, this is the seventh time today a door's taken me somewhere it's not been meant, [ he's explaining this to a very attentive pink slime that's jiggling a bit as though nodding in comprehension, politely waiting for him to finish before interrupting. ] but this is the first time it's happened to drop me off here. You're new.
[ the slimes, he means. scotty... scotty, it's not a tribble. it's probably worse than a tribble. you're going to get in trouble. ]
montgomery scott. star trek aos.
[ scotty doesn't deal well with the unease the images on-screen bring. it's unnatural and he doesn't stick around long enough to progress past the shudder of tiny legs crawling all over him. it's not his place to deal with it, after all. he leaves, unsettled, hands rubbing up and down his arms.
working on drones, though?
that is definitely his corner. he takes to the tasks like a duck to water, settling in to a control station and fiddling with the controls until he's confident in his ability. it keeps him focused on this and not on everything he's been dragged into trying to process as a new arrival. picking up garbage and throwing it out is tedious but the tech makes it interesting enough to continue, even if he's tempted more than once to try out his own tweaks to the workings of it here and there.
which is to say, every so often he stops working and tries something to assist in speeding up the effort, but it doesn't do much because the learning curve is so steep. still, he's educating himself on entirely new engineering systems and that excites him as much if not more than the thrill of racking up points by tossing debris through hoops. ]
If I'm honest, I'd like to get my hands on one of the drones themselves, take a peek at its insides.
[ it's mostly to himself, but if you're around, more power to you in talking to this weirdo. in fact, as he speaks, he snaps a tiny panel shut and goes back to the controls, squinting at the display in front of him. ]
But, well, you know what they say, you do with what you have.
[ that's the spirit, scotty. ]
problems with the ship
[ of all the things that have annoyed him since he woke up, the refusal of the doors to get anything right is driving scotty up the walls. living in space? whatever. untold dangers? whatever. a weird annoyance when a door doesn't open to where it's supposed to? come on, man. you may or may not find him swearing under his breath at a door he's passed through only to end up in the wrong corridor, which is highly unnerving when you're already unfamiliar with the place, but if you're real lucky you'll meet up with him in the laboratory, where he is most definitely not considering keeping a slime as a pet. ]
Now you see, this is the seventh time today a door's taken me somewhere it's not been meant, [ he's explaining this to a very attentive pink slime that's jiggling a bit as though nodding in comprehension, politely waiting for him to finish before interrupting. ] but this is the first time it's happened to drop me off here. You're new.
[ the slimes, he means. scotty... scotty, it's not a tribble. it's probably worse than a tribble. you're going to get in trouble. ]
social linked
@scotty (41), Earth
I'M SKILLED IN: making your ship run really, really well.
I'M LOOKING FOR: a good challenge.
ALSO, I'M: very charming.
wildcard
[ come at me! ]