[Visible to All][Posting from the Junk Pile]

[mccrane]

This is McCrane.

[He is aware that there is some way in which to lock this to only his fellow Brave Police Officers, but he's not familiar enough with the settings yet to do this, so everyone can see it.]

One of the large inhabitants has informed me that we can take up residence with him.

Should we accept this offer?

I have yet to find any gasoline...

[As if now realizing that this might actually be useful if there are a number of viewers, he pauses, and changes tactics.]

Has anyone found anything that looks like this? [He holds up his one, single can of gasoline, hoping that the camera on his communicator can catch it.] It might become necessary.

[Considering they'll. Die. If they don't find a supply of it.]

Comments

[patokichi]

Good plan.

Still looking around in the junkyard. I'll send you a location transmission from my badge.

[mccrane]

Thank you.

[He'd ask about Yuuta, but he knows you'd have said something if you'd had any luck in that regard.]

How are your arms?

[patokichi]

No problem.

[Ah. Yes, that.]

I'll need an engineer to patch them, it's just superficial scrapes I got from digging around in the scrap metal. Nothing that will get in the way, it can wait. No need to be concerned.

[He uses that gentle-Deckerd-voice that's usually reserved for Yuuta or whenever Drill Boy is upset. He knows you're worried, McCrane. He'll be fine.]

I also suggest that we work with the rest who share this situation. Just because we're in a bad spot doesn't excuse of from helping someone who needs it. Please let me know if there are any emergencies, okay?

[mccrane]

You have persevered with far worse wounds. [He doesn't even mind being placated, right now. Anything to ease the worry, which...is his default state, right now.] Still, maybe we should find out if anyone here is capable of repairing us. We may need to be in peak condition, to make it home.

[Optimism. OPTIMISM. Or, at least, attempts at it.]

[He nods.]

I will keep doing my rounds. I found a pile that offers a reasonable vantage point of the entire yard, also, if we need a place to rest in before moving on.

[patokichi]

True enough.

[A sharp nod.]

One of the people here has got to be an engineer or a repair technician. We can ask around.

That sounds good to me.

[mccrane]

Then I will talk with you tonight, and let you know what I have found.

[He has some less than pleasant news to share, if neither of you have learned about the 'probably not going home for a really really long time if ever' part.]

Are you going with Gunmax to visit Korra?

[patokichi]

Likewise.

And yes, I am.

[mccrane]

Please give her my regards.

[He wishes he could come, but putting three on Gunmax's bike wouldn't be a wise use of materials, right now.]

[patokichi]

I definitely will.

How are you holding up, McCrane?

[mccrane]

I am glad.

[You get a small smile! It starts to fade when the question is asked, however, which is probably some indication of how out-of-place he feels, here.]

Within specifications. I'll be better when we have found more gasoline, but we can try longer recharge cycles in the meantime.

...

Come back, soon.

[He doesn't want to be stuck out here alone in garbage-land, tonight.]

[patokichi]

[He meant how are you feeling, but the stiff answer tells him enough, honestly. He won't push the issue.]

Alright.

And don't worry, I'll be back in an hour.

[mccrane]

[McCrane appreciates that about you. <3]

I will be waiting.

[And he'll get back to work digging through piles of junk. At least that is easier when you're a crane.]