One Day He Turned Blue...

[complains_about_lemons]

[Video Post]

[He's grinning widely when the feed turns on, looking around.]

Hah! Christmas came early this year! Have you looked at this place?! I've done space stuff and this makes it look like Baby Town Frolics! Hah!

Last one to find the engine room is a rotten egg!

[Around the Ship]

[You might run into the blue-skinned man around the ship. And hoo boy does he look enthusiastic about it. Every new room, he enters it with a huge grin on his face, boggling at each new piece of amazing technology he finds.]

[He is currently lifted up on his elbows in a side panel. He can't make heads nor tails out of it, and it's wonderful. He's almost giggling, making notes and wishing he'd brought a camera with him.]

Comments

[brokeassgoing]

[he hadn't just seen the earlier video, he'd heard about others running into him and figured he might eventually. as it is, he' face-first in some panel somewhere

curious despite himself, he leans in slightly]

Don't put the parking break on in there.

[complains_about_lemons]

I'm nowhere near the parking brake!

[Said irritably, from head first inside the machinery.]

[brokeassgoing]

[okay let's put a parking break there--]

There's an actual fucking parking break in there?!

[complains_about_lemons]

Well I don't know, Mr. Ginger Swearsies. I just got here.

[He starts rummaging around again.]

If anything, I'm going to trigger the fire suppression system, so there, smart guy.

[brokeassgoing]

Ging-- [he


won't go for the low hanging fruit.]

Why are you suppressing fires? Are you trynna get into shit with smokers?

[complains_about_lemons]

No, it's a big place, it's got to have fire suppression on all decks. It's like a submarine, this is A-level stuff, everybody...

Look, I just know what I'm doing, ok?

[brokeassgoing]

Right, right, just like a submarine, easy peasy. Everyone's definitely been inside one in their life. [dry as his ass] That's what people who don't know what they're doing say, man.

[complains_about_lemons]

Exactly! Me, I build my own, of course.

[Said with the most matter of fact tone.]

[brokeassgoing]

Of course....just don't explode us, dude, seriously. [though that's curious] What kinda work you do, if it's like this? Engineer?

[complains_about_lemons]

I'm not going to explode us. Probably. And I'll have you know I am a super villain! Doctor Drakken? You may have heard of my nefarious work?

[brokeassgoing]

Was that a probably? [jeez...] I haven't heard of you, no, but we've got supervillains out the wazoo so it's possible you just didn't make it out.

[captainofinnuendo]

[And then Jack is there, doing some exploring of his own, and he peeks over the man's shoulder into the panel.]

If you unplug that one there we'll all die.

[Something about the deadpan way he says it makes it apparent it's a joke.]

[complains_about_lemons]

Wait wha?!

[He jerks back from what he's doing so fast he falls, hitting the floor. And the panel falls down and hits him, for good measure.]

[captainofinnuendo]

Not really. It's just a fuse box.

[Though he's a bit surprised that even something as innocuous as a fuse box would be accessible by someone who's not a member of the staff.

He holds out a hand to help the man off the floor.]

Captain Jack Harkness.

[...Wait.] But not the captain of whatever method of transport this is.

[complains_about_lemons]

[He has a knack for getting into things. And getting electrocuted by them.]

Oh, great, so just a random captain. Wonderful.

[He stands up with a grunt, brushing off his lab coat.]

And I, of course, am the infamous Doctor Drakken! Of course you've heard of me.

[captainofinnuendo]

Of course. [He hasn't, but there's no need to go into that now.]

A captain in the air force. The Army Air Force, technically.

[Technically not that either, but that's his backstory and he's sticking to it.]

[complains_about_lemons]

Don't be silly, there hasn't been an Army Air Force since World War Two.

[He really ought to look more carefully before he says things.]

[captainofinnuendo]

Indeed.

[Says the man who looks like he just stepped out of 1945.]

I suppose that the members haven't worked with the Royal Air Force since then, either?

[complains_about_lemons]

Oh who knows these things.

[He waves it away, something that obviously a lot of people would know about.]

No chance you have a wrench on you?

[captainofinnuendo]

What do you want a wrench for?

[Then maybe he'll help find one.]

[countryspellcasting]

[Nearly everything on this ship is completely foreign to Sigyl and he doesn't totally trust it. He leans against the opposite wall, a skeptical look on his face, as he watches the man tinker with the machinery.]

You reckon you oughta be fiddlin' around in all that?

[complains_about_lemons]

[A blue face with interesting scar appears from inside the machinery for a moment, giving him what can only be described as a look.]

Listen, I'm a supervillain and super genius. This isn't amateur hour, I have worked on spaceships and whatnot before. Just not this...big. Or advanced.

[He heads back in]

But the principle is the same!

[It's not, Drakken. It really isn't.]

[countryspellcasting]

[That does not instill any kind confidence. Sigyl squints at him.]

Well, 'scuse me, Mr. Genius! Whether it's the same or it ain't, I ain't real keen on this thing turnin' into a flamin' heap.

[He approaches, craning his neck a little to try and get a better look.]

What exactly are you tryin' to do here, anyhow?

[complains_about_lemons]

Figure out how it works and turn it to my benefit, of course.

[He scrabbles a bit, suddenly, falling back out of what he's doing, the hatch he'd opened slamming shut.]

[countryspellcasting]

[Exactly the right combination of words to get Sigyl's goat.]

Oh, your benefit, huh? And I'm guessin' the rest of us can just go to hell, then. [He snorts as he watches the panel shut.] An' how's that workin' out for ya, Mr. Genius?

[complains_about_lemons]

It's fine! It's...fine!

[He stands up, cracking his back with a grimace.]

Ooof, I need to stretch more.

[countryspellcasting]

I reckon you gotta do a little more n' just stretch. Guessin' you don't get too much exercise while you're tinkerin' with stuff.

[Or so he assumes. Between the cracking and Drakken's unusual complexion, Sigyl is surmising that he must be some sort of sickly. Still, he briefly takes a look at the immediate area.]

Not that tinkerin' is bad, I 'spose. To be honest, I can't make heads or tails outta half this place...

[complains_about_lemons]

[You'd be surprised how much cardio you get running from failed experiments, teenaged heroes, and schemes unravelling in an explosive manner.]

Ugh, yes, me neither. But I'm going to. No chance you've got a wrench on you?

[countryspellcasting]

So even with all that talk about the principle of it, you really don't got no more idea how none of this mess works than I do!

[Sigyl lets out a boisterous laugh. He's not trying to be a smartass. Well, no, he's absolutely trying to be a smartass.]

'Fraid I ain't got no tools, neither. Could probably pull that bit o' wall open if I could get a good grip on it, though.

[desfait]

[Game? Was that an offer of a game he just heard? Yeah he's just learning how this magic brick works and the very first thing he heard was last one to find the engine room is a rotten egg.

No idea what an engine is, but it's gotta be big to have to fit in a whole room, and he's got just so much free time here. Gosh he loves games so much and winning them.

So, yes, when he spotted their apparent scavenger hunt cum race rival halfway into a side panel, he couldn't help but move in to see what he'd found. A clue to the engine room perhaps? It was gonna be his clue in a minute. Or not, as when he leaned over (and over Drakken), absolutely nothing inside this hole in the wall makes sense.

.... So he taps on Drakken, of course. He looks like he knows what he's doing in here, surely he'll answer some questions.]

[complains_about_lemons]

[Who is so engrossed in looking inside what might very well be a super advanced coffee dispenser that when he's tapped on he jumps a good two feet in the air.]

Fghjhk! Don't do that!

[desfait]

[Well, he wasn't expecting that. Startling someone after really quietly walking up behind them? How could that happen? He's aware, he knows, he's very sorry.

Still, the jump clearly startles him just as much as it does poor Drakken, the tall old creature hopping back with a muted, dusty huff as both wings flare out awkwardly to try and keep balance. Oopsie daisy.

In lieu of literally any explanation, at least initially, he raises both hands and makes the universal please relax I'm not about to stab anyone motion, mutely and gently attempting to soothe and apologize. He didn't mean it he promises!]

With a line stolen blatantly from Peter Sellers...

[complains_about_lemons]

[Yes, well the sudden wings don't do anything for his sense of calm, and he immediately turns to run, running directly into a door that was supposed to open when he approached but instead opens about a second after he's already on the floor.]

Swine door.

sorry for the long wait! was out of town

[desfait]

[He winces sympathetically as the poor man just charges clean into the door, at least somewhat reassured by the fact that he's talking. Does it make sense? No, not at all, not to him anyway so a concussion isn't out of the picture, but the man is still alive!

Gently, he approaches, stooping downwards to offer Drakken a hand up. It's the least he could do after scaring him into bull rushing a door with too much comedic timing for Drakken's own good.]

No worries :)

[complains_about_lemons]

Oy.

[He stands up, cracking his back as he stands up on his own.]

Those things should come with a warning label.

[And a pause as scientific curiosity reaches past everything, as it always does with Drakken.]

Waitaminnute - you have wings! Hah! Are they original or did you get them later?