Engineering Excitement

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It was the first day Monty felt up to starting to work. Work should be good. In many ways he had worked before, by collecting and starting to cultivate plants. He needed technology to help him with that. The plants needed to survive the winter. They were medicinal, a heritage from his parents, which made it so very important to him. And the camp would need it. The first morning he was back at work, he was up way before the sun even rose. He had his plants with him, after he walked from his tent and to the work stations around 5 times to carry all of them. Once settled at his station, Monty started to work on s proper planting station – one of many he would hopefully make.

The design was different from what he was used to on the Ark. He wanted to save room as he needed to have them indoors so the poor plants wouldn’t freeze. That meant each level would need lights and water dispensers. He needed to work on those. Monty easily lost himself in the task, as it was so close to his heart. It was to preserve whatever was left of his parents, of his beloved adoptive parents. If they were really dead, he wanted to make them as proud as possible. Monty was working on a design for a water dispenser when he heard someone come in. He had seen the guy before. Wick. The name was more familiar than just being the guy Raven worked with.
“Good morning.”

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Wick walked in and paused when he saw who was there in a chair he paused. Not because he was surprised someone else was in here (thought he was), but because of the chair. Oh shit. Just the night before there had been only one chair in here--and he asked for more chairs--but he had also taken all the screws out of the chair so that when someone shifted their weight too hard in it . . . . it would all fall part. "Gooooooddd morning," Wick returned, his voice almost expectant. He turned to the side to put down his bag, but then paused again.

Oh hell there was another chair and it looked just like the other one. Turning to look at the other side of the room he saw another chair. Again--just like this one. Which meant it was no a game of musical chairs. "What you doing?" He asked, same tone of expectancy, while watching Monty closely. He was trying to see if the chair was going to fall part. It left Wick knowing this was either going to be climatic--or anti-climatic. Maybe Raven would come in and see it and then--Oh bloody everlasting hell she'd kill him if it was her chair!

Wick hurried over to her chair and shook it hard. Nothing. Good. Looking up at Monty he grinned, "Just checking." She covered, and watched him some more. Wick walked over to his station and not looking away from the younger man. "Cause you never know." Pulling his bag down in his chair the there was a pop and the whole thing crumbled into all it's parts from the weight. Wick didn't look away from Monty but his grin got bigger. "I didn't build that."

Wick was struggling in his own way from the aftermath of the mountain. He'd killed someone there, and had seen the woman he loved drilled on while she cried out in pain. Then he'd seen the bodies of everyone dead. While he knew it was different for everyone, Wick dealt with it in humor. He played pranks--a lot of them. It helped him not think about things.

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Monty almost managed to smile at Wicks tone. He could still be cheerful it seemed, something Monty could admire. The entire Camp felt paralyzed with what happened, or it was just Montys closest friends, including himself. He tried to get through this by occupying himself with various tasks, all of them useful in some way and of course the one task assigned by someone else. His task here was as painful as it got, though. It was reminding him of his parents every step, because they had done something similar with their days, which was why he was the best for the task. He knew stuff about herbs and cultivating plants in fully controlled environment, which he wanted and needed to create here for the winter.

“Planting stations.” Monty replied, dryly. He looked at Wick in shock as he shook his chairs, eyes wide, almost afraid, but it was Wick. Wick meant well, he knew. Wick was Wick, there was simply no other way to describe him. “Winter is not too far away now. We might need medicinal herbs and the best way to keep them active and alive over winter is through fully controlled environment. So planting stations.” Technically nobody asked him to make them. The one person who might was gone, but in the end Jackson and the older Griffin would probably appreciate it.

The next thing Monty really realized was the crash. He jumped up, ready to defend himself, but what he saw, was not what he expected. The chair was in pieces and Wick on the floor. So that was why he had checked Montys chair. That looked like a typical prank by Wick himself. Monty couldn’t help it anymore. He broke out in laughter. The sight was just too delicious not to laugh over. “No, looks more like something a mechanic would do.” Monty pointed out, playing to the natural rivalry between engineers and mechanics.

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