Vacationing

[sentryslinger]

[Continuing this thread, in which Spy has convinced Engineer to spend a vacation with him. Fishing, fine dining, and some enemy bonding ensue.


Engineer steps into the elevator, hitting the button for their floor, pulling at his collar to loosen that next button.]

Hey, thanks again for the dinner and the suit. I'll have to put it to use some other time to justify your spendin' money on all this.

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[sentryslinger]

Can't help it, Spy. I won't turn down an opportunity to fix a problem.

[not_onyourside]

Even een zhe middle of a storm wez zhe power out.

Your team ees lucky to have you.

[sentryslinger]

And here I thought you might not think that, seein' how you're havin' to put up with me now.

[He slips on the last few steps and barrels down, staying on his feet, but hitting the door at the bottom pretty hard. Even with that hit, he's chuckling.]

Guess I got ahead of myself for a second there.

[not_onyourside]

Eets your holiday too. Eef you want to spend eet fixing lightbulbs, so be eet.

[He jumps back immediately at the sound, nearly falling himself before he trains the beam of his flashlight on the pile of Engineer at the landing.]

Are you alright?

[sentryslinger]

[He brushes off his shoulder, as it's the part that hit the door the hardest.]

Yeah, I'm fine. Maybe I shouldn't go running down several flights of stairs after drinking so much wine next time.

Awww. That icon.

[not_onyourside]

Especially not een zhe dark.

[Tucking the flashlight under his arm he reaches down to help Engie up.]

Are you going to be up to fixing whatever ees broken?

I couldn't help myself.

[sentryslinger]

Absolutely.

[He takes Spy's hand and gets back to his feet, pulling the door open and heading through. His eagerness shows as he heads to the front desk to ask about the problem. While the concierge isn't so sure about a patron working on the machinery, an Engineer or not, Engie doesn't want to take no for an answer. This might be the most excited he's looked all night.]

They're precious

[not_onyourside]

[Spy sighs again and follows, running a hand over his face before leaning on the desk next to Engie to vouch for his knowledge and expertise. The concierge looks unconvinced until another employee enters through a side door and a chill blast of howling wind follows him.

Between that and the overly excited Engineer with a toolbelt willing to fix it, the desk clerk leads them to the back where the machinery is.]

Just like these two mercenaries.

[sentryslinger]

[Engineer is like a kid in a candy store as they enter the back room that houses the generator. It takes up a good portion of one wall- he's not even up to it before he starts digging through his toolbelt, getting to work with hardly a word to the poor, frazzled employee, who ducks back through the doorway.]

Just gonna check the gas levels first, then I'll take a look at the wiring. You want to grab the Channellock wrench and start pullin' off the bolts for the panel over there?

[not_onyourside]

Zhe what now? Wez .. where?

[Spy shines the flashlight on Engineer assuming he hit his head when he fell down the stairs and is now babbling nonsense.]

[sentryslinger]

[He dips his Gunslinger into his toolbelt and hands Spy a wrench. In the middle of the head is some kind of gear that allows the jaw to slide wider, if necessary. Back he goes to look at the fuel lines.]

That panel over there on the far left. Just pull all the bolts off the one end and we'll take a look inside.

[not_onyourside]

[Spy stares at it as if he'd just been handed a severed appendage.]

Right. Of course.

[He looks at the panel, then back at the wrench, then at the panel again.]

Just take zhe bolts off?

[He twirls the gear in the wrench watching the opening get wider, briefly distracted from the task at hand.]

[sentryslinger]

Yep! Just pull 'em right off.

[Just like he does with a different panel near the bottom of the machine. He slides inside with his flashlight in his mouth, looking around at the guts of the contraption.]

[not_onyourside]

Of course. Why not? Zhis ees precisely what I wanted to spend zhe night doing.

[He puts the wrench against a bolt and starts to loosen it. They're stuck on pretty tight though and he has to use both hands to move it, the flashlight crunched between his neck and his shoulder.

He pushes on the wrench particularly hard, causing the bolt to suddenly start moving and Spy's knuckles to smash against the panel. He curses, dropping the flashlight and rubbing his poor maligned fingers.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engineer slides out from under the machine, somehow already dirty even though he's only been under there for about twenty seconds.]

You okay, partner?

[not_onyourside]

Fine. Just fine.

[He retrieves the flashlight, shining it on his bruised knuckles. Of course the one time in decades he isn't wearing gloves.]

I zhink zhe machines do not like me.

[sentryslinger]

[He smiles, sliding all the way out and closing up the panel, heading over to the side to check something else- who knows what by now, since his mind is going a mile a minute.]

Maybe you just oughtta get to know 'em a little better.

[not_onyourside]

Am I making a poor first impression on zhem?

[He rubs his fingers again, grabbing the wrench and twisting the bolt all the way off.]

[sentryslinger]

With delicate hands like you've got, I don't expect you're making much of an impression at all.

[Yes, that'd be him chuckling at his own joke.]

[not_onyourside]

Hmf.

[He and his delicate hands are not amused, but at least he's gotten one of the bolts off. He diligently starts on the next one, if only to prove Engineer wrong.]

[sentryslinger]

[Meanwhile, he's gone through about five different panels and switches, tweaking and fixing things the maintenance people probably weren't even aware needed fixing.

It's several minutes later when he finally makes it back to where Spy is, wiping some of the dust off his hands onto his shirt.]

You finished there, partner?

[not_onyourside]

Not quite.

[He's gotten three of them off though, which is pretty good considering he's used a wrench possibly five times in his entire life. And four of those times involved him using it to break windows.]

I am not as accustomed to zhis as you are.

[sentryslinger]

Well, for one, you oughtta hold it higher up.

[He takes his Gunslinger and gets the last bolt between his fingers- the robotic appendage spins, loosening it with no problem at all. He pries off the front, exposing a mess of wires.]

Hm... nothin' too out of place in here.

[not_onyourside]

How can you even tell?

[All he sees are about 800 different coloured wires.]

Does zhat mean zhe lights are broken?

[sentryslinger]

[He moves a few wires around, looking carefully at them before closing the panel and putting the bolts back in place with the same ease he had removing that last one. It gives him another couple of minutes to think of the easy solution.]

Go around the side of it on the far wall and see if the transfer plugs are plugged in.