|Miguel (miguel_ohara) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2020-10-31 14:00:00
|Entry tags:||!closed, abra stone, loki, miguel o'hara (other)|
Who: AU!Miguel and not AU!Loki, and Abra later on.
Where: A docking bay on wheel 4
What: Just a chat! >.> <.<
When: today, before lunchtime
Rating: Quite high indeed
Miguel's eyes were getting better. Slowly, very slowly. Far slower than he would have liked, or was used to. Sarah had really made a mess of them. He checked every morning when he woke up, and he was currently starting to get back the ability to detect lighter and darker areas. It still hurt, so he wore cloth bandages wrapped around his head and completely covering his eyes. There was no way anyone on this station would give him medical attention, and they'd heal on their own anyway. Eventually. So he covered them up, and let Bonnie's light-spell and Lyla's constant audio description of everything guide him through his days.
He could see people, where they were. And he could see Bonnie and Lyla amazingly well, which was helpful. He could make out outlines of things like walls and doorways. He could see where his phone was, but he couldn't read anything on it. He needed Lyla to describe things for him, her voice low and soft so that he could hear her easily but she wouldn't annoy anyone else if they were around. And she had to read everything out to him. It was a very awkward way of existing, and he wasn't overly fond of it, but it was how it had to be for the time being.
He was still determined to work out a way of getting people from his station to this one, though, and without needing to do swaps. So he went through the ships and scrap components he found in the various docking bays on Wheel 4, and between Lyla and himself, they were sorting out a good amount of useful parts.
He was buried inside part of the engine inside a scrapped ship of some sort, him finding his way around the components with his hands while Lyla described everything to him and answered his questions. Every so often, she would manifest and show him her scan of the components since she was the thing he could see clearest.
"Show me how these fit together, would you?" he asked, holding some sort of glowing cuboid in one hand and the housing that felt like the cuboid should have fit into it in the other. He couldn't see the details, so he needed Lyla to show him where there were any contact points or breakage areas or anything like that. "And what's this made of? I can sort of see all of it."
"Of course. One moment, Miguel."
Weird. Normally it was instantaneous.