Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos grinned. “Well, for starters it’ll run a lot faster,”
he said. “The terminals out here are achingly slow just from the wear and tear
on their hardware. Going in and making sure everything’s connected will do
wonders on it. And with better hardware, you’ll be able to save more onto it
without gumming up the processing. And, if you had additional hardware, you
could use it to manage multiple machines at once.”

“Wait, what?” His expression was somewhere between amazed and confused as he stared at Carlos, trying to process that. “What does that mean? Managing multiple at once? Like…. that terminal could run others? Or….. how would that work, exactly?”

Carlos thought. “Well, say you had a network. And you had
devices attached to that network. Um… completely hypothetical, but what if
Charlie was attached? You could theoretically use the improved terminal to manage
his work and his protocols. I’m not saying hook him up, because I don’t think
he’d appreciate that, but you could.” Another idea suddenly hit Carlos. “You could
also wire it up to turrets, lights, and alarms. For security’s sake.”

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler

“Don’t
worry. I got you. You won’t float away with me. I’ll get you.” Floats
into the center of the creatures and some stop to nudge curiously at
them little tentacles caressing at them gently as the float around them.

Carlos gasped when one of the tentacles slid down the front
of his suit. “Oh – Oh my god,” he gasped. “Yondu, I… what are they doing?”

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

“You’ll be right here to remind me, if I forget,” Carlos
said with a smile. “But it’s up to you – I don’t mean to push. It was just a
suggestion.”

“Good point. Guess there ain’t any reason not to let ya drive, heh.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll hand over the wheel at some point, we’ll see, I s’pose. I don’t mind it so much when I got good company, anyway, long as I have someone to chat with, I’m just fine. ‘Specially when that someone’s as handsome as you are.”

Carlos got a little flushed at that. He smiles sheepishly,
dropping his gaze. “C’mon… I’m not really ‘handsome’. I’m thirty and I’m already
greying, see?” He laughed nervously, smiling at Hancock.

Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos turned to Hancock again and he smiled, nodding
eagerly as he took the rag. “This will work great,” he said. “This is fantastic
– that terminal is going to be working almost as good as it did coming off the
assembly line!” Carlos was excited. Time to do something useful!

“Wait, seriously? You can actually do that?” His brows raised, a surprised look on his face as he considered that. He’d never used a brand new terminal before, only the ones that had been affected by two hundred years of nuclear fallout that ran slow as hell, but that was how they were supposed to run…. right? “What uh…. what exactly is that gonna be like? Will it be able to do more?”

Carlos grinned. “Well, for starters it’ll run a lot faster,”
he said. “The terminals out here are achingly slow just from the wear and tear
on their hardware. Going in and making sure everything’s connected will do
wonders on it. And with better hardware, you’ll be able to save more onto it
without gumming up the processing. And, if you had additional hardware, you
could use it to manage multiple machines at once.”

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Tilts
his head and leans in and kisses his head. “While you look cute when
you Worry I’d rather you didn’t worry. I won’t let you be hurt.”

Carlos’ mind stopped for a moment when Yondu had leaned in
and bumped their helmets together. He glanced at the other, frowning slightly
in confusion, but realized that it was a gesture of affection on Yondu’s part.
Or maybe it was a kiss – he didn’t know, he couldn’t feel it through the
helmet.

“I… I’m sorry,” he said apologetically. “I just… you’re
talking about spacing people while we’re
outside in space. I… can we change the subject? If it isn’t too much to ask…”
Carlos hated to ask, but if he was going to finish the job and do it well, he
realized he needed a distraction from… the nothing that surrounded him.

“Yeah.. Sorry…. I have to work on the threats around you… the meaning I was trying to get across was they try anything it’s the last thing they do.” Looks around handing him tool he asks for at times.

Carlos was thankful and sooner than he thought he started to
feel comfortable with the work that he was doing. At least, less uncomfortable –
being without a floor or gravity was still really disconcerting. But with Yondu
there, hanging onto him so he didn’t drift off, he was doing pretty good.

“I think we’re getting close to proper safety parameters,”
Carlos said eventually. “I’ll have the seals tested in just a bit.”

Nods then grins and pulls Carlos away from his work to turn towards the void and a school of space whales as the called them. Bioilluminecent sting Ray/jelly fish floating around the void.

Carlos was at first confused when Yondu touched him, but
when he felt the pulling a brief flare of panic went up his spine and he
quickly grabbed onto Yondu’s arm, accidentally releasing the wrench he had.

But suddenly, that panic was replaced with awe as he saw the
creatures moving by the ship. He barely had any mind to grab the wrench before
it floated away before returning his attention to the beasts floating alongside
them.

“Oh my god,” Carlos murmured in wonder, watching them. “They’re
like… it’s like an ocean.”

“They are harmless gentle creatures. They love to play with space travelers. Come.” Uses the jet boots and slowly flies himself and carlos to the creatures and they make ringing sounds that seem to echo around them.

Carlos yelped slightly, clinging onto Yondu as he they were
jetted toward the animals. “Wait – wait, play?
Yondu, isn’t that – isn’t this a bit dangerous? We’re not tethered to the ship!”

That noise… it was impossible to make noise in space because
it was a vacuum – there was no air for the sound to vibrate through. How in the
hell was he hearing this? Was it… was it some sort of telepathy thing?

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Tilts
his head and leans in and kisses his head. “While you look cute when
you Worry I’d rather you didn’t worry. I won’t let you be hurt.”

Carlos’ mind stopped for a moment when Yondu had leaned in
and bumped their helmets together. He glanced at the other, frowning slightly
in confusion, but realized that it was a gesture of affection on Yondu’s part.
Or maybe it was a kiss – he didn’t know, he couldn’t feel it through the
helmet.

“I… I’m sorry,” he said apologetically. “I just… you’re
talking about spacing people while we’re
outside in space. I… can we change the subject? If it isn’t too much to ask…”
Carlos hated to ask, but if he was going to finish the job and do it well, he
realized he needed a distraction from… the nothing that surrounded him.

“Yeah.. Sorry…. I have to work on the threats around you… the meaning I was trying to get across was they try anything it’s the last thing they do.” Looks around handing him tool he asks for at times.

Carlos was thankful and sooner than he thought he started to
feel comfortable with the work that he was doing. At least, less uncomfortable –
being without a floor or gravity was still really disconcerting. But with Yondu
there, hanging onto him so he didn’t drift off, he was doing pretty good.

“I think we’re getting close to proper safety parameters,”
Carlos said eventually. “I’ll have the seals tested in just a bit.”

Nods then grins and pulls Carlos away from his work to turn towards the void and a school of space whales as the called them. Bioilluminecent sting Ray/jelly fish floating around the void.

Carlos was at first confused when Yondu touched him, but
when he felt the pulling a brief flare of panic went up his spine and he
quickly grabbed onto Yondu’s arm, accidentally releasing the wrench he had.

But suddenly, that panic was replaced with awe as he saw the
creatures moving by the ship. He barely had any mind to grab the wrench before
it floated away before returning his attention to the beasts floating alongside
them.

“Oh my god,” Carlos murmured in wonder, watching them. “They’re
like… it’s like an ocean.”

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thestrangedoctorisin:

the-perfect-scientist:

thestrangedoctorisin

“Me?
The radio host?” He shook his head as he was already looking for a
makeshift weapon to protect himself from the crash. Digging through the
drawers he found a long titration pipette which he smack on the table to
break. “I owe you on this.” The pipette had now turned into something
that could puncture human skin. “Don’t know how much but I owe you
something.”

Carlos looked at the broken instrument in mild horror, but
he said nothing as he grabbed a nearby stool and held it out in front of him,
the legs pointed out. There was a small shuffling noise as something moved on
the floor, shifting glass from the broken item, as well as a small,
high-pitched mumbling.

It wasn’t coming out at them, which was a very good sign.
Carlos started to slowly move toward the sounds, hoping there wasn’t anything
too nasty there.

The creature seemed harmless, so Stephen put his guard down. “I’m taking this is one of the imps you were talking about that are the not so deadly kind?” He was hardly phased by the creature, bit knew it was fine because it ignored him and was focused on the glass on the floor for some reason. “Well, I am impressed. There is a racial war happening through two dimensions. Or genocide. Something involving evolutionary things.” The pipette was set on the table in the meantime so the strange man could study the tiny being.

Carlos peered around the table and immediately relaxed
seeing the little blue creature. “Oh, thank goodness,” he said and gently set
the stool back down on the ground. “Yes, this is the meme-speaking critter I
was talking about.”

The little creature turned its furry head and looked at them
with wide, golden eyes. “Bamf?” it
asked and it grinned at them with tiny sharp, white teeth. Behind it its little
arrow-head tail curled and wagged at them.

“Is it hurt?” Carlos asked Dr Strange as he got closer.

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

Tilts
his head and leans in and kisses his head. “While you look cute when
you Worry I’d rather you didn’t worry. I won’t let you be hurt.”

Carlos’ mind stopped for a moment when Yondu had leaned in
and bumped their helmets together. He glanced at the other, frowning slightly
in confusion, but realized that it was a gesture of affection on Yondu’s part.
Or maybe it was a kiss – he didn’t know, he couldn’t feel it through the
helmet.

“I… I’m sorry,” he said apologetically. “I just… you’re
talking about spacing people while we’re
outside in space. I… can we change the subject? If it isn’t too much to ask…”
Carlos hated to ask, but if he was going to finish the job and do it well, he
realized he needed a distraction from… the nothing that surrounded him.

“Yeah.. Sorry…. I have to work on the threats around you… the meaning I was trying to get across was they try anything it’s the last thing they do.” Looks around handing him tool he asks for at times.

Carlos was thankful and sooner than he thought he started to
feel comfortable with the work that he was doing. At least, less uncomfortable –
being without a floor or gravity was still really disconcerting. But with Yondu
there, hanging onto him so he didn’t drift off, he was doing pretty good.

“I think we’re getting close to proper safety parameters,”
Carlos said eventually. “I’ll have the seals tested in just a bit.”

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler

Tilts
his head and leans in and kisses his head. “While you look cute when
you Worry I’d rather you didn’t worry. I won’t let you be hurt.”

Carlos’ mind stopped for a moment when Yondu had leaned in
and bumped their helmets together. He glanced at the other, frowning slightly
in confusion, but realized that it was a gesture of affection on Yondu’s part.
Or maybe it was a kiss – he didn’t know, he couldn’t feel it through the
helmet.

“I… I’m sorry,” he said apologetically. “I just… you’re
talking about spacing people while we’re
outside in space. I… can we change the subject? If it isn’t too much to ask…”
Carlos hated to ask, but if he was going to finish the job and do it well, he
realized he needed a distraction from… the nothing that surrounded him.

Starways to Hell

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler:

the-perfect-scientist:

ravagewhistler

“I
don’t think so. Tullk and I go way back….. but halfnut….. Jamie is his
world. His mate. Loves him like he’s never loved anything else before.
To him Jamie is uhhh his angel you could say…”

“So… they wanted to try breaking him then?” Carlos asked. He
supposed he could see how that would make Yondu an easier target in that case…

Carlos refocused his work on looking at the components
inside and repairing the glass to the viewing window.

“Yeah…. shitty way to do it… going after jamie…… I really hope the kid pulls through….Tullk will never let him out of his sight…”

Carlos hummed, holding the materializer steady as it rebuilt and repaired the window. “If he’s lasted this long… then maybe he’s getting better and we just haven’t seen it yet.” Carlos wasn’t a doctor, but he didn’t think viruses or bacteria would last much longer in a person’s system. “So, what do you plan to do? Put watches on the access airlocks?”

“Something like that….. got oblo installing some more secret security cams…. anyone tries anything funny I’ll airlock him.”

Carlos paused, shuddering at the idea of someone being shot
out into space… where he currently was, with less than half an inch of space
suit protecting him.

Don’t think about
that! Focus! God, this was going to drive Carlos mad. And give him
nightmares.

“It… sounds like you have everything under control, then,”
Carlos murmured, staring at the regenerating window. “You have a plan, I mean.
Which is good.” His words felt a little clipped as he said them – he was trying
really hard not to freak out.

“Hey….. you don’t have to worry…. I’m always going to protect you. I swear it carlos…. ok…”

“Yeah – Yeah, I know!” Carlos said, his tone unnaturally
high. He cleared his throat. “I – I mean, you said you would. I’m – I’m sorry,
I’m just trying to f-focus.” He tried to take a deep breath and stare at the
glass again.