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...yeah, it just occurred to Stephen that he counts as a flier. You know, seeing as he owns an antigravitational device and is reaching the final leg of jet construction.

Go team him?

Anyway, he's now having a look around for Nathan Petrelli (the real one, please and thanks), for whom he also has some news on the making-holes-in-reality front. Not terribly exciting news, but a plan, at least. (He's also keeping an eye out for Thrust, for the purposes of getting blueprints. Yes, he's building a fighter jet and a kind of cross-reality teleport and a bit of alien robot tech in the same lifetime. It's possible that he's overbooked himself.) Plus: he's totally botherable by anyone with a hankering to chat.

Catch him anywhere, twirling a well-used spanner between his fingers and humming to himself as he walks.

[ooc: slowtimes will be the order of the day, I am afraid.]

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Stare.

"...you have a jetpack?"

SUPER DUPER GRIN.

"Is that-- I mean, it's a pack that functions like a jet, so you can-- you can fly with it, seriously?" As for tools, Sokka goes (a bit spastically) digging through his pockets to present Steve with all the tools he has - a screwdriver, a hammer, and a wrench.

All held together with duct tape.

"Hell yes, I want to use some tools!"

"Technically it's a portable self-propelled antigravitational device, but that doesn't roll off the tongue so well."

STEVE'S GRIN IS SIMILARLY EPIC. Jetpack fans are always welcome into his heart.

...those are tools?

"Right, I am making it my duty to get you some proper tools. They're in the bunker, if you want to come have a look?" Come on, he can always find Nathan later. This is in the name of helping out a fellow mechanic in need! And potentially showing off his technologies into the bargain!

They are vaguely tool-shaped and can be used in a vaguely tool-like way. They're almost tools, in the sense that they were once and are pretended to currently be.

If that makes sense at all.

"I am one-hundred percent okay with this new duty of yours," Sokka informs the other boy with an ENORMOUS grin. "Yeah, of course I'll look!"

This could be the start of a bee-yoo-tiful friendship.

"I've got a room full of the things," he boasts, leading the way. And indeed he does: when he moved into Gabriel's room, that left an entire space just waiting to be stockpiled with curling wires, disparate boxes of tools, circuit boards, metal in various phases of being turned into useful things like wings and seats and engine bits and fuselages, and all that fun stuff.

Does Sokka approve of this room?

From the look on his face, Sokka might need some time alone with this room.

...that Steve likely will not grant, BUT STILL.

"Holy shit."

That about covers it, really. Plus the reverence with which Sokka reaches for the first tool, holding a socket wrench like it's a precious relic.

Steve touches the metal skeleton of a wing.

"Haven't put it all together yet," he says, though he's grinning proudly. "I need to find someplace big enough to use as a hangar." Because a jet wouldn't fit through the door, even if it fit in the room. "Did I say I was building a jet? --just help yourself to the tools, really, it's not like I have a monopoly on them."

Tools!

TOOLS!!!

Give Sokka a moment or two to focus on words, Steve, because they are not nearly as interesting as TOOLS.

"...wait, what?" he asks, finally clueing in and setting the current tool in his hand down. "A jet, really? Why?"

Because she's a love letter to the craft still stuck in his home world, blazed onto the sky in a trail of aluminum alloys and heat-seeking missiles!

"I've managed to get myself dragged into a race," he grins. "And then she'll be for scouting, I guess. Or defense, if it comes to it."

Sokka grins a little, amused despite himself.

And also interested.

He looks down at the wing under Stephen's hand, more than a little thoughtful. "...I built a zeppelin once," he says after a moment, looking up with a bit of a grin. "Want some help?"

PROJECT PLZ KTHX?

"...ehm," says Steve uncertainly. He is protective of his ~~precious babies~~ technologies!

Then again, a zeppelin. And work on the jet, with only he and Gabriel providing any kind of consistent manpower, is admittedly going more slowly than he'd hoped.

"What, you built it by yourself?"

Don't worry, Sokka. This is the interview part of the process.

That's okay! It gives Sokka a totally acceptable arena to brag and he doesn't get that all that often.

"Designed it myself," he corrects with a small smile, looking back at the jet-in-training. "There were about six of us that actually built it, but the design was mine. And that was two years ago - I've learned more since then." He glances at Steve again, starting to grin.

ZOMG PROJECT.

"My specialty's finding low-tech replacements for high-tech equipment that just doesn't exist in the area."

...Now that's what he calls credentials!

Stephen grins (there seems to be an awful lot of that going on. His jaw is starting to complain), fairly impressed. This world seems to specialise in kindred spirits for the jobbing inventor. "You might just be a godsend," he informs Sokka. "Post-apocalyptic worlds aren't famed for the quality of their salvage. I don't know how we've gotten the computer put together," he adds confidentially.

ZOMG HELPING HAND. (Yes, he managed to build Vader I by himself back home, but he never said he did it quickly.)

......ZOMG.

"You have a computer?" THIS IS SOKKA'S HAPPY FACE, LET HIM SHOW YOU IT. It's not remarkably different from every other face Steve has seen so far, but it is a little different! "What kind? The box and monitor or like a flexie?"

Flexie plz?

...The narration is going to go out on a Google-built limb and assume he means like a box with lots of flashing lights, in which case the answer is yes! Like a flexie!

"The second," says Steve, who is terribly pleased at having elicited Sokka's Happy Face. "It's for calculating altitude, velocity, targeting-- well, everything the jet'll need to do. Or at least it will be, once it's not up to its figurative eyeballs in bugs."

It's not, but probably because the flexie is from his engineering master Harper who was from a super-tech future world and had computers that were about the width of a sheet of paper.

BUT THAT'S OKAY.

Sokka beams and that expression certainly isn't going anywhere anytime soon. "Awesome," Sokka proclaims this - the jet, the guy making it, the general situation, the world at this exact moment in time. "Are you building it just because or for something in particular? Like tool-retrieval."

"It's a great matter of family honour," says Steve solemnly, before elaborating in a more normal voice: "I'm racing a robot who annoyed my sister." Well, where 'normal' here has the meaning of 'with epic levels of glee'.

With the air of imparting some great secret: "He beat her at something."

Damned if he knows what, of course; he's assuming another race. Thankfully for his sanity, he never found out about the whole losing-consciousness-in-midair thing.

Yes.

Yes, indeed.

Sokka grins and if it isn't quite as bright as usual, it could be attributed to a lack of interest in robots, or an overabundance of angst about sisters.

But really, the latter, since ROBOTS ARE AWESOME.

"Is that the pink one? Man, everyone's met him but me. When are you racing?"

CAN HE BE AUDIENCE PLZ?

If Steve notices the slight downturn in grin-wattage, then he doesn't know what to make of it. Could easily just be a rest from the fact that they've been grinning for like the last fifteen minutes straight.

"A flying one, actually." YES, SOKKA. THERE ARE TWO AWESOME ROBOTS. "And just the very second I get this thing finished."

And yes. Yes he can be an audience, provided he can run very very fast.

"...there are two?!"

DUDE, HE HAS OBVIOUSLY BEEN HANGING AROUND THE WRONG FARM-OCCUPANTS.

Hopefully they'll be racing on a track, so running-very-fast isn't an issue, though.

"That was my reaction," grins Steve.

...um, Sokka? Flying robot. Fighter jet. It's... probably not going to be a track race.

It could be a track race! Hasn't the narration ever seen Star Wars??

Sokka beams. "I'm going to meet at least one of them," he vows, vry srs.

"Though I guess they probably wouldn't like being taken apart to see how they work, huh?"

D:

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