The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions

[salvagedlight]

Characters: Ven and Sora
Content: The boys decide to try out an idea... and things don't go as planned, of course
Location: Housing deck to top deck
Time of Day: ...Day?
Warnings: You know, they're not going to try to have something go wrong...

It was a wild idea, a crazy idea, but considering where they were? And what had been happening to the SOL lately? It was an idea that just might be crazy enough to work.

That idea had Ven running - although it was hard to do in these new, tighter, stiff pants - down the hall of the housing deck, searching for Sora's room. Once he got there, he started pounding on the door with one fist, too keyed up about this idea to stop after the normal two or three knocks. "Sora! Sora, you've gotta listen to this!"

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[optimistickey]

Sora was not one to give up because of one little mishap, though if even Mike and the Bots could work it out, then it couldn't be that hard. He glanced around the cockpit area. "Or a button of some kind..."

He then spotted the three large buttons left on the desk, and his face brightened. "It's gotta be one of these! Let's see the red one's always flashing when the scientists are calling, so..."

He slid over and punched the green button. The doors to the theater momentarily opened, but then shut again. A little bit startled, he tried the yellow instead. There was the sound of something switching on, but otherwise nothing seemed to happen.

[salvagedlight]

Ven, though, stayed pretty well back from the machinery - he'd gotten comfortable living around it, he still didn't know what it all did. But when that last thing switched something on but there was no indication of what it was, he looked around with a small expression of concern on his face.

"Are you sure you know what this stuff does, Sora?"

FYI: He hit the button for Commercial Sign. XD

[optimistickey]

Sora looked around to see what the button had done, but couldn't seem to identify what exactly had switched on. Nothing else seemed to have changed...how could a button turn something on but then not do anything? It had to do something with the Hexfield.

He gave his best 'trust me!' look to Ven. "Sure I do! It probably just unlocked the Hexfield screen here..."

With that, he walked back over to the Hexfield covering and attempted to force it open.

[salvagedlight]

Yeah, well, that thing didn't look like it wanted to open, Sora. Ven watched him for a few seconds, then jogged up to try and pull his hands away.

"That didn't do what you thought it did, you're gonna break it!"

[optimistickey]

Now Sora was just getting to the point where he was getting frustrated with the Hexfield. He never had that much patience with computers anyway (unless they were people you could actually talk to), and now his patience with this machine had just about run out. So he became even more stubborn about getting this to work.

“No I’m not! Come on! I’ve...almost...got it!--”

Unfortunately, Ven’s prediction turns out to be true. As Ven pulled his arms away, he got one more tug on the Hexfield, and it responded by opening halfway--and then no more. There was a sputtering noise as some wiring inside the screen shut down. Sora stared at the half-opened Hexfield, suddenly feeling very sheepish.

“Uh oh...”

[salvagedlight]

Ven jumped back as the screen shut down, partially wrenched out of its track by Sora's hands - and something inside starting to spark at the mistreatment. He managed to lower his hands without freaking out about burns, but all he could do was stare at the screen, sort of slack-jawed with amazement.

"...What did you do?"

[optimistickey]

After a few more sputters, the screen finally stopped making noise. But it didn't budge from its half-open position, either. Sora tried to push it again, hoping maybe he could at least get it shut once more so it didn't look so obviously broken, but no doing.

"I dunno! I think it just got...stuck or something..." He glanced around for many some other buttons he might had missed, but there was only the three on the desk.