Maintenance Work

[schrodingersrank]

Who: Miles O'Brien and anyone who has a busted pipe, clogged toilet, or other piece of broken equipment he needs to fix. Which on any given day is likely everybody.
What: You need something fixed? Just call Mr. Fixit himself.
Where: On board the Platform.
When: Before the Platform sets down over 6ACB0B.

Miles poured himself a cup of coffee. He looked over the list of the day's tasks and wished for a moment that he could make it a proper Irish coffee; if he'd thought he was getting away from the Maintenance Nightmare when he transferred off of DS9, he would have been sorely mistaken. There was always something needing fixing, and with the staffing levels as low as they were, he always seemed to be the man to fix them.

Lucky him.

With a long sigh, he headed down the corridor, headed for the first job on his list. It was going to be a long day.

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[trustme]

One of the first and newest troubles on Miles list would be replacing lights and getting the power back on in some of the the living quarter rooms. Apparently something had created a powerful flux in the electric current in the area, enough to spark and burst a few light bulbs and overheat some wires.

The Doctor was in one of these rooms, his assigned bunkroom, and crouched over a line of the company's issued scanners all in a row on the floor. Most of these had been opened up and their wires pulled out. Doctor had a pair of goggles on and a loud buzzing tool, like a wand, in hand as he fiddled with the wires of one of the scanners.

[schrodingersrank]

What a nightmare. Miles's tour had barely begun, and already the power systems were giving him grief. He was just praying that this was a one-off incident, rather than a systemic issue; nothing was worse than a bad power flow.

He knocked on the Doctor's door, and then opened it. "Maintenance coming in," he said simply.

He stopped at the sight of the Doctor on the floor, fiddling with the scanners.

"...what're you up to, there?" he asked as he unpacked his toolkit.

[trustme]

"Improving the scanners," The Doctor announced. One of them sparked loudly, making Doctor jump a little. "Trying to improve the scanners," he corrected himself.

"Our searches will be a whole lot more effective when these have been better integrated and their sensors upgraded to capture a wider range of currents." He looked up at Miles. "Sorry about the power blowout by the way. Thanks for stopping by to get that."

[schrodingersrank]

Miles paused, wrench held in hand - it wasn't really a wrench, but it sure had the look to it - and very slowly turned around to face the madman.

"Beg your pardon?" he says. "You blew out the power on this level?"

[trustme]

"Yes that's why I apologized. I thought the ship generator was powerful enough to support my tools while I worked on the scanners but I misjudged. Should have done this closer to the engine room really- that's what I get assuming this ship has technology from other worlds and future time periods. It was very silly of me."

Doctor tugs on a thick cord running along the floor of the room and off into the corner next to the bunk bed. "Don't worry. Won't happen again, promise! I'll use my own power source from now on."

[schrodingersrank]

"Oh, will you now?"

O'Brien sets down the 'wrench' before he does something with it he'll regret.

"Do you have any idea how much time I've wasted today patching this up? I was starting to think we had some sort of fundamental systems failure. And here I find it's just someone mucking around without so much as a how-you-do to me about it."

[trustme]

"Yes, that's why I apologized," Doctor repeated himself. "If you'd like I can help you with repairs. I didn't realize it had created that much of a project for you. Got distracted by the project in front of me, as you might have experienced before." He taps the scanners in front of him fondly then gets to his feet. "Let me help you then."

[allofthethings]

[Greed had been given a brief tour of the platform when he was first shuffled on board, and so far he hadn't found many ways to cause trouble. He just so happens to notice Miles in the hallway and a grin spreads across his face.]

Hey, your used to fixin' things, right?

[schrodingersrank]

[Miles is bent over an open access panel, fiddling with a pair of wires and a handheld tool. He looks up at Greed, and then turns back to his work with a barely-perceptible sigh.]

As it happens, that's my job. What've you broken?

[allofthethings]

[Greed gives smirk as he looks around to make sure the hallway is clear.

We need to fix the lack of booze around here. I know how to brew a decent beer, but I need to find all the supplies. Have you seen anything that could be useful around here?

[schrodingersrank]

[Oh, was that all? This was actually a cause O'Brien could get behind.]

Well, you could put together any piece of the equipment with about twenty minutes and a torch, if you know what you're doing. The problem'd be finding grain, I imagine.

[allofthethings]

I suppose you're right about that. I guess that means I've got to set up a mission to find something grain like that is at least as edible as all these rations we've been given. You have a torch that can be used if I find the grain?