|Tom Sully Jr. (tom_jr) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2018-03-21 13:16:00
|Entry tags:||!open, tom sully jr, ~kaya bode|
Who: Tommy and Kaya
Where: Lecture Theater, Station
What: Geeking out
When: Wednesday lunchtime
Ever since he’d returned from being a few decades in the future, Tommy and Rawm had been exploring the station, trying to find the places he’d seen. There wasn’t much structural difference to the station, he’d noticed, beyond the repairs to Wheel 5, but the layout was different enough to be a headache at times. Still, the one room he wanted to find was a lecture theater. The room was big, large enough to hold maybe two hundred people, with moveable seats for all sorts of different species. It had a large white screen at the front that had been full of equations when he’d seen it, and then there were smaller screens throughout the seats that replicated the front screen so that everything could be seen clearly. The screens interacted with each other, too, and there was a holographic projector in the ceiling which tied in with everything. What Tommy was really after, though, was the desk at the front of the room. He'd only used it a couple of times, but he knew enough to know that it was worth finding again.
He knew where it was on the station, he just had to work out the correct path. He’d been looking for a few days now, noting down everything he’d found on the way (a few more laboratories, a room with wonky gravity where one of the walls was acting as the floor for whatever reason, a couple more storage rooms full of components he was very eager to get back to, and what had to be a gym for people with more limbs than he had, to name a few) and was about to go get his lunch when he spotted a familiar door.
"Yes!" he blurted out as he ran over, then put his hand on the control panel beside the door and said his hellos to the circuits and power behind the panel. He expected the little snap of static that numbed his fingers for a moment, although Rawm growled at it, and stayed where he was while the electricity got used to him. Then he asked it to open the door, and waited until the door shuddered open. This place hadn’t been used for ages, he realized, and waited a few minutes more while he thanked the electricity, and then went in.
The light was flickering, just enough that it could set off a headache quickly enough if he didn’t get it sorted out. There were seats knocked over and things spilled all over the floor, and a shelving unit wedged into the water-area that was blocking the access by the looks of things. Tommy put his hands on the inside panel and winced at the static before following the electricity up to the light fixtures. The damage was easily spotted but not quickly fixed, so he tweaked at a few components to turn it off for now, triggering the low-level emergency lighting to come on. He took his hand from the panel and shook it a little, then tucked it under his free arm as he carefully made his way down to the front of the room. He righted chairs as he passed them, and collected any spilled things and bags and the odd thing that looked like a computer tablet, and set them down at the front of the room. Then he tried tugging on the shelving unit, but it was well and truly stuck tight. He wasn't anywhere near strong enough to pull it out himself and his magic could do a lot, but it wasn’t shifting that blockage without help. Huh.
Still, he wasn’t there to tidy up. He was there to get at the desk, and there it was, covered in crap. Everything floated off of it with a gesture of his hand, and went to join the pile of other salvaged things on the floor, while Tommy started poking at the surface of the desk. Rawm came and sat under it, before slumping down and letting his head rest on Tommy’s feet.
"It’s as well you don’t drool too much," Tommy said, then grinned as the desk suddenly started to respond. The screens all chimed quietly at the same time, and if he looked up, Tommy knew he’d see the light from the projector as well. A blue light ran round the edge of the desk before a lot of different sections became highlighted and the same font that was on so many walls suddenly appeared on the surface in front of him. Tommy checked all his pockets for his phone, and was soon translating what was coming up. "The sooner I get this app into the system, the better," he said to his sleepy dog, and then started to remember a few things about the desk. Like where the maps were stored. Soon enough, the holo-projector had a map of the local systems floating above his head, and Tommy was walking around looking at all the different types of planet, trying not to bounce with nerdy joy.