[Closed] Down the Tubes: Breakdown

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WHO: Breakdown crew
WHERE: The Bunker
WHEN: August 28
OPEN TO: Peter, Fang, Sam, Lyanna, Owen, Danny R
WARNINGS: Nothing yet

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There's no real rhyme or reason to the six of them that end up in the pod, and Peter figures if that's not a metaphor for life, he doesn't know what is — Most things are determined by the people who just happen to be around at the time. A little curiosity and the ability to swim is all it takes. One push of a button and they make a team, zooming off into the dark as they drip onto the pod's corrugated metal floor.

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So this girl is cute but kinda pushy, Peter thinks as he obediently holds out the lantern. Not that he's saying it's a bad thing, it's just— well. Apparently she's in charge. Having had Tony Stark as a mentor, he just goes with it.

"It's mechanical, not electrical, like I said," Peter replies and drops to the ground again so that he can scoot back up under the pod's carriage. "If we're lucky, it's something simple that won't require a major repair, but we might have to look around for spare parts— Could you angle that more to the left?" He squints against the light as it shifts. "Thanks."

It doesn't take long to pinpoint the problem, and he frowns. "It's a bearing," he calls out. "It looks like it was sitting unused for so long, the lubricant got too viscous. It should be an easy fix, but—" He sighs, hefting himself back out from under the pod. "Only if we can find a replacement and a decent lubricant."

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Angling the light to Peter's specifications only takes a second, Fang nudging the lantern with her foot into a better position and then settling back to wait for whatever pronouncement he gives. She's at least used to people younger than her being good with machines (just look at Hope), and so she has no problem with waiting for Peter to complete an initial inspection and figure out what's gone wrong.

Still, when he crawls out with a pronouncement, she can't help but frown. Electrical would almost be better, because she's willing to bet there's still power down here in some shape or form. Finding a spare part... well, that's going to take some luck. Also knowledge of this bunker, which they don't have. "You're sure?" She doesn't sound like she really doubts him, more like she just wants confirmation. And then there's a sigh and she's shaking her head, looking around the room they're stuck in. "Can we even fix something like that without getting the entire thing off the track? We didn't bring any tools to take apart a machine, and I doubt they've left a set of whatever they used to build this place just lying around."

Still, there's no use in not trying to get the thing done. Expressing doubts and planning for the worst is reasonable; sitting around complaining and waiting for the bad to come is worthless. Moving back over to the shelves with the lanterns, Fang takes down one of the last ones there and cranks it, looking back at Peter again. "I'm followin' your lead - if you had to put this stuff somewhere, where would you put it?"

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"I can fix it," Peter insists, holding a splayed hand her way — Just slow your roll, there, lady. It's under control. "It'll be harder to fix if we can't find supplies, but I'll be able to do it."

They have the pod here, the rows of lanterns... If nothing else, there might be something in the complex he can dismantle, improvise. He didn't get to where he was back home by not being able to make the most out of what was on hand. If Mr. Stark could build an actual Iron Man suit in a cave from spare parts, Peter can fix a bearing in a creepy bunker.

"In a closet, maybe?" he answers as he picks up one of the lanterns and hops over the end of the tracks and into the bunker beyond. "I might have to take something else apart to get what we need, but maybe we'll get lucky."