Kaylee Frye (rainbow_parasol) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-05-25 20:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, !plot, kaylee frye, {guy of gisborne |
Characters: Kaylee Frye + Open
When: Friday Morning
Location: Rear Dining Car
Warnings/Rating: None so far, maybe some Mandarin swears!
Summary: Kaylee’s got no idea what to do with a broken gadget. This is a sad thing. (can be !dice also, if you want to!)
Status:Open, Ongoing, !plot
Was nearly a week since her birthday - she’d not announced it, not that she expected a fuss or wanted it so, everyone had their own little lives to go about here. Still, 21 perhaps she ought to have put together a movie watching? She’d told Simon, of course - but given supplies were low, she took to eating what’d been cooked for passengers, what was fair and it’d still been nice, the two of them. Wasn’t so often Kaylee got something to work with, you couldn’t get to the train’s inner workings so there was no call for tinkering there. Really it was only if something in the kitchen broke did she have something to do with her hands. But, since Nebraska she’d had a little project - something she took out now and then to work on. Of course she ought to throw it together as quick as possible to make some attempt at contacting these folk who were making transmissions through the train - so they couldn’t use the comms for that. But they had to be on some sort of radio frequency if they could reach the train? No matter the weird things the train was capable of Kaylee had some faith it might help. They’d all done salvaging of some sort or another even if there wasn’t a lot to be collected from Nebraska, and when Violet had been on the train, she and Kaylee had gone looking for parts, anything useful. There’d been a junkyard and among the scrap she’d found what she thought looked like a proper amateur radio setup. Not so different to the sort back on her world. Waves were more common sure, but not everyone had the technology - radios, letters and such were still forms of contact back where she was from. When she’d sorted through it - it was all there; a couple of transceivers, the amps, tuners. It was all there ..but it was also in a junkyard- if she wanted to make it something more than junk, well - she’d need to do a lot of work. It was pure luck that some of the items they’d picked up from the Hardware store in New York included copper wiring, coated wire and cabling. Plus the standard tools; screwdrivers, wire cutters, solder and a iron for it. Not that she thought that was all she needed, hopefully a stop that had something useful would show up soon. Needing a bit of space to work, and not wanting to make a mess of her’s a Simon’s room, Kaylee carried the little transceiver out to the dining car, it meant she could also fix herself a coffee too - something they weren’t likely to run out of soon, instant coffee; black with sugar. Setting it all out, Kaylee had a brief blurry morning moment of confusion over the screwdriver she needed, before she took to her task and unfastened the hood, only to lift if off and take a look in. A sensation completely unfamiliar to Kaylee struck. She had no idea what she was looking at.. the innards of the radio sat there. A bunch of wires connecting this and that ..a green plastic thing with a whole lot of stuff on it. Metal bits that looked all rusty. What in the hell was all that about and how did one bit mean anything to the other. It was like trying to read an alien language, she didn’t have a clue what anything meant, what to do with it. “Gwai-gwai long duh dong.” she murmured, a sense of dread coming over her. |