voidtreckernet | Video; Afternoon Catfish Day 23

Good afternoon, Voidtreckers. If I haven't met you yet, I'm Tony Stark. I have a few matters to discuss with all of you.

For those who are new to this train, please fill out the questionnaire that was attached to each ICP in the 'welcome packet'. Yes, these answers are kept strictly confidential and the only purpose for me collecting them is to find some kind of pattern in being brought here. For those who have been here longer, please check if you've completed all the questions as I've added a few. If this irritates you, blame Peter Parker.

Anyway, as requested, I'm going to be giving the Train Council a debriefing on my findings so far in the next few days. Spoiler alert, I've found very little patterns.

For anyone interested, I'll be posting a list of currently offered classes and at what time per week on the door going into the dining carriage. As of right now, there are yoga classes every morning at 8:30, people offering various types of sparring lessons, and I'll be starting school with a class on math and a class on science later this week. If you're interested, let me know so I can give you a pre-class test to see where your current level is.

Does anyone garden? I've been working on an update ventilation system since we have kids on the train and those who potential have compromised breathing. It occurred to me, we might benefit greatly if we started to add small gardens throughout the train. I'll create proper lighting. If someone can build some gardening boxes, that would also be appreciated. As of now I have a list of the items in the kitchen that can be planted for those who would enjoy such activities.

Lastly, is the damn book-demon idiot still occupying and being a pain in the ass in the garden carriage? You've got one hour to cut that out.

Feanor, come find me. We need to talk.

[ooc- The bold is OOC so people can skim this easier.]

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A few minutes after 47's last transmission to Tony Stark the hitman arrived at the dining carriage. He heard the tail end of their current conversation as he entered the carriage and immediately headed their direction before technically even spotting them across the way.

He stopped next to them and glanced at each in turn, giving Prisoner a nod of acknowledgment in the process. He spoke to Tony, however, since his question was for that man. "You have the necessary supplies to begin? Where?"

Prisoner gave Tony a bit of a helpless shrug. He wasn't sure what to really charades to Tony about it - the idea that the train kept growing made sense, but he'd just gotten here. Prisoner couldn't really relate because there were only a handful of people who were actually okay in his world, and that number would only grow smaller over time.

The shrug turned into a raised hand of acknowledgement to Tobias? Was that his name? That's what Tony said. He looked from Tobias to Tony as he waited for a response from Tony, or maybe an explanation of what was happening.

He sighed. The supplies were locked way back in the luggage carriage. Why didn't he tell them to meet him there instead?

"Don't you two want to maybe come up with some plans of what you're building first? I can tell you what I have that you can use." He pulled out a clean sheet of paper from his notebook and jotted down several raw materials- basically the insides of a cushioned train seat and a few broken down suitcases. "I'd suggest putting your heads together to figure this out, but I don't think that would end well for you Tobias."

47 took a look at the writing once Tony was finished with the simple list. That was all he needed to know how this project was going to go. There were a few kitchen supplies he could procure for them to use as well and that was it. It was a simple plan for a simple start.

Either the joke was lost on the hitman or he chose to ignore it. "The plan is as simple as the materials we have to make them with." Beat. "And they're just boxes, Mr. Stark."

And since the suitcases were a large majority of supplies instead of wood, 47 realized it would probably be even more simple than he had initially thought. They could probably just use the sturdier suitcases themselves for bases for most of the boxes. Add water proofing. Piping. Substrate. Then all they would need were the seeds themselves and mineral water.

Okay maybe not as simple as he made it sound but it would be easier to show Prisoner than converse with him what they were going to do.

Prisoner watched as Tony jotted out the materials and listened as he suggested plans be drawn up of what they were building. Prisoner didn't think this would be too hard a task: they were just building boxes, right? Surely that couldn't be too difficult to come up with, especially with Tony writing down the suit cases. He did that motion of rubbing his chin that he did so often.

Prisoner looked to Tobias at the mention that they were just boxes and gave a small thumbs up. Really, Prisoner was mostly concerned about the water proofing issue and wasn't sure how they would actually get around that part. He wasn't all that familiar with what was actually in the kitchen because he didn't really spend time there, but maybe there was plastic or something the could use.

He made a sort of vague motion to Tobias, something that would loosely translate into "you show me what to do and I'll do it". Prisoner may not know exactly how to do this all on his own but he could easily follow instructions and do batch procedures en masse. If they were making multiple boxes if he was shown how to do one he could be left to make the rest of them while Tobias prepped everything else, or whatever.

Edited 2020-01-13 03:23 (UTC)

"Alright, alright. Come on." Tony waved for both men to follow him. He went to the quiet carriage and unlocked his door (which had recently been repaired and still looked a bit janky). He picked out a few tools and handed them over. If they hadn't been inside the room, the window was painted with something black for privacy and inside was full of papers, tools, a few contraptions in various state of repair.

After getting the tools, Tony led them to the luggage carriage where he unlocked one of the larger suitcases. Inside was fully of fabric, some kind of stuffing, metal scraps, and of course, wood. "This is what we have to work with. I realize it isn't enough, but it's all we've got. Try not to use all of it, but knock yourself out." He paused as he looked at Prisoner. "If I got you a pair of gloves would you wear them?" Because Prisoner's hands were icky.

47 watched the fireball gesture at him and nodded slightly. He thought he got the gist of the hand gestures but they really weren't all that clear. They needed to come up with a better system. The plus side was that 47 was fairly certain the entity would listen to him and that at least was much more simple since 47 could speak and Prisoner understood. A pity the being didn't have a mouth or some other easy method of communication. Why didn't he write out messages, 47 wondered.

The hitman followed Stark with no fuss. He glanced about the locked room with some actual interest. The tools here would be useful and not just for this current project. 47 made a mental note of what was available. He kept his thoughts of future possibilities to himself. He may or may not ask for permission to use the tools sometime.

Once they had gathered the necessary tools and traveled back to the luggage carriage, 47 was amused to find that there were suitcases in use. He hadn't found any when he had looked the first time around. But then, it was only a small percentage.

"We'll make due."

At this point it was simply a matter of waiting for Stark to finish whatever it was he was after. 47 glanced at Prisoner's hands. He supposed the corpse was a little old... not that that really bothered him.

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ack sorry i forgot about checking this thread and i don't get fancy notifications on these

Oh right, I was supposed to remind you, sorry!

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