Who: Miguel and Open When: Sunday afternoon Where: The Spine What: Spidering. Open: Yes
Tommy had assured him that they could let him have an hour or so to himself in order to burn off excess energy, and that everything would be fine. Miguel had grabbed at the chance, not needing to be told twice, and he was now heading down towards the spine of the station, having left Sarah's brother having an animated discussion with the power supply. Granted, he was still going over everything in his head, so it wasn't like he'd stopped working on the problem altogether. And he'd been trying very hard to keep from pacing along the ceiling for the past few hours and he knew his restlessness had been starting to get annoying, so he was doing everyone a favor, really.
They'd been fighting with the station for a couple of days now, trying to reroute the power so that the shields would stop taking it from wheel three. Wheel five seemed like it would be the best one to siphon power from, but everything they'd tried so far seemed to work for an hour or two before the lights started to flicker and dim yet again. The lack of lighting didn't bother him in the slightest - he could see perfectly in pitch black, after all - but he knew that wasn't reassuring for anyone else at all. At least they'd been able to get Finn back inside, he told himself, and wondered yet again why the AI seemed to think wheel three was the optimum power supply. Maybe Lyla would have an idea.
The elevator slowed and then the doors were opening. Miguel was out of there as soon as the opening was wide enough, and headed for the main walkway that ran the length of the spine. Whoever had built it had realized that a straight corridor that was kilometers in length would drive people shocking mad within a very short time, so it did change direction a few times, and parts of it were bridges over some of the arboretums he'd seen before. It wasn't as high as he'd have liked, but he could still get a decent run/crawl/glide/whatever and he'd be able to go back to help everyone else at the end of it and be able to sit still once more.
He headed for the nearest arboretum, and couldn't help the cartwheels and handsprings he did as he got closer.
"Lyla, drop the clothing hologram," he said, then pulled his mask over his face as he reached the bridge that was seven floors above the bottom level of the arboretum and somersaulted right off it.