| Italian Plumber Brothers |
| Summary: | Cilusia Mario and Bannik Mario emulate some copyrighted plumber brothers and check whether the starboard pod can get running water. |
| Date: | 28 June 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | None |
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| Hangar Deck - Starboard - Midship - Battlestar Cerberus |
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| This Hangar Bay is filled with boxes, crates and other various supplies that are needed throughout the ship. Most have been moved to one end and lashed with tarps to keep them out of the way. The place has gone from extra ship storage on one end and the ability to house over 450 people on the other end. Whatever could be made into cots has been set up like a huge barracks. Some areas have been made more presentable with a few items that belong to the person holding onto their small area in this world. |
| Marines guard this area 24/7 and food is brought in cafeteria style, feeding people out of vats and buckets as they line up with their plates. One area has been tarped off to the side, that holds canvas showers and sinks. The 'Head' in this area has to be cleaned daily since it is a temporary military bathroom setup, due to there is no way to flush it out through pipes. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #122 |
Come to the Starboard Hangar Deck. There'll be cigarettes. Signed, Bannik. And sure enough, there is Tyr. One of the Marines is able to point Cilusia over in his direction. He's in his coveralls, crouched down by the outside of the civilian head of all things. He's popped open one of the panels on the wall of the deck and is shining in a pen light.
Oh, great, that's just the way to do it. Lure another deckie down to help work on the shitters with promises of sweet, sweet cigarettes. Back to work now after Leonis and all 'that stuff,' Cilusia's in coveralls too, and has a small selection of tools stashed in the various pockets. "So…uh, you're fixing the shitters, or what?" She can't see the panel being opened though, not yet at least.
Bannik hears the voice behind him and turns around. Then he reaches into his pocket and tosses her over, as promised, a pack of cigarettes. "Don't say I don't pay in advance, Fasi," says the new Specialist. "And yeah. Sort of. How much do you take for granted that when you flush your shit that it goes down pipes and you don't have to smell it anymore?"
"Hey, I know all about outhouses. The plumbing in the Scorpian jungles ain't exactly the greatest you know. What's the problem with the storage tank setup down here? There's not a leak or anything, I hope." Cigs tosses her way, she does a good job of reaching up and snatching them from the air without smushing them up too too bad.
"No. No leak. But think about what's /possible/ down here. I mean, think about it. We're likely going to have /some/ people down here for the indefinite future. And it's not like these field latrines are meant to be set up forever. Now." Bannik takes a pad down by his feet and picks it up. He has notes and photocopies taped to it. "If I'm reading the plumbing diagrams right, it's possible to put in a new set of pipes from here to the main water line and hook it into the recycling system. But." And here's where she comes in. "I'm too big. Too tall. I need someone who can work into tighter spaces for some of the wrench work."
"Damnit Tyr, I'm a seamstress, not a plumber," Cilusia gripes. Still, she takes those diagrams and gives them the once-over, flipping through the pages. "So what, you need this cap off and a lead or something screwed in, up behind the bulkhead there?" She points at the diagram, at a particular juncture that could probably be accessed by squeezing into that space behind the walls where Cylons clanked around for a while a few months ago.
"Oh, come on, Fasi," Bannik presses. "You know how to turn a wrench as well as any of us. You're a Petty Officer. You have — interdisciplinary skills and frak." This is Bannik's attempt to sling profanity like one of the boys. It's working — meh. So far, so okay. "Yeah. Exactly. We can snake some pipe from this lead here." He gestures to the panel he has popped, "snaking back to the main line there. It's a lot of crawl type work on your back, but I knew if anyone could do it —" He tries flattery now.
"You better not frakkin' finish that statement, Bannik. One comment about how good I am on my back, and I'm going to put my wrench up your pipe lead." She doesn't have quite the right wrench though, but thankfully Bannik does! With a grin on her face, she yanks it out of the toolbox Bannik has, and kneels down by that panel. "Oh, and for the record? I'm the best there is when it comes to working on my back." Wink, smirk, and she ducks her head inside the panel, starting to wriggle her shoulders through the portal to get to work!
"I just meant that you could fit in tight spots." Bannik then pauses. No. That didn't sound good either. "You know what? Forget it. I'm not good at this making friends and influencing people. I'm working with a friend in 3M to obtain some scrap metal to forge into pipes," he explains. "But if you think you can check out my reading of the pipe schematics, I'd appreciate it!" he calls out to her as she works her way in.
"Either that, or you're a savant at making sex jokes!" she calls out from inside that panel. Her voice echoes inside the panel of the wall though, as she starts to feel about in the dark, seeing if there's any space at all to pull herself completely in and maybe stand up or kneel or something. About half her body sticks out of the panel and she wriggles a hand out of the hole to get her own flashlight. "Well, I see a shitload of pipes and other conduits. I'm guessing this big ass one is a main. Looks like there's a junction we could open up and attach a lead too."
There's a little bit of room for Fasi to pull herself up after the initial bit of squishing and squirming into the space behind the panel. "All right. It should be about five feet or so from the panel to the main. That seem about right?" calls out Bannik, picking up his pad and looking down at the notes he's scribbled on it.
"I…yeah, I think that's about how far it is. Hold on, and I can lay down and check." She is about 5' tall, afterall. But no, she's not going to lie down and test it, now that she's wiggled inside and managed to stand up behind the skin of the wall.
Bannik chuckles. "Thanks, Fasi! I really appreciate it! But I think the folks in the Starboard Hangar Deck are going to appreciate it even more!" Bannik waits for the report back. "If so, then we just need two main pipes — one in, one out — to make things work. And then the smaller ones from the heads to our intermediate line."
"There's a few labels in here. Fresh. Return. Gray. Looks like we'll have to use all of them right?" Tools can be heard scraping along inside, clanging on the pipes on the wall of the deck, as she scoots along inside. Cilusia's moving along the length of the pipes towards where the intermediates can be attached and fed out to the hangar deck.
"Yeah. Exactly. So it's basically smaller ones out here, then intermediates, and then to the mains at the end there. If that seems to match the diagrams, we're at least good. Then we just need to round up some scrap and make the pipes." And then, step three, profit! "And we should be set for the install." Bannik's excitement grows at the thought of the project getting on the road.
"So, I'm done in here for now then? The mains look like they're where they should be, by that diagram!" And why shouldn't they be? Having a messed up plumbing diagram on a new ship like this just seems silly! Whether she's done on not, Cilusia can be heard manuevering back toward the access panel.
"Thanks for checking," says Bannik. "With the Cylons around, they could have ruptured something or broken something back there and no one would know because the water systems haven't been used in this Pod ever, really. It's never been used as a Hangar Deck as such." It's more Dog City or whatever it's being called. He checks something off on his pad. "So. Will you help once I get the pipe?" he asks, filled with hope.
"You're sure as shit not going to be able to squeeze back in there. It's tight enough already, and it'll get tighter when you start feeding pipes back in there and hooking everything up. Did you check where the flow control valves are for this pod? And…doesn't anyone in engineering know what's going on here? Seems like more their project." Cilusia starts talking even before she peeks her head out of the panel. Soon enough though, she's wiggling back through the opening and climbing back to her feet on the deck.
"It's a personal sort of project," says Bannik with a shrug of his shoulders. "And sure, some folks in Engineering are up-to-date. It's just in the planning stages." But he takes another pack of cigs out of his pocket and flips them over to Cilusia. "Thanks again, Fasi. Talk to you soon, huh?"