[VIDEO | 005: Hot Under The Collar] (Wednesday Evening)

[standsentinel]

Kaidan's looking much less stressed and mid-combat than his last network post, we must say. Of course, he's still got deep bruising across half of his pretty face (and it seems strangely on its way to healing, given the timespan) and there's that shiny technological collar hanging around his neck. Too, he seems to be mentally willing back a pretty vile headache, if the squint to his eyes and the pain lines at the corners of his mouth are an indication.

But... not mid-combat. This is a plus. He appears to be underground, in some sort of half-salvaged space that might look familiar to a few of the more community-minded tech heads. He's even gotten the bare bones of some lighting in place.]

I didn't want to add to what's already a bitch of a cleanup, but I need a hand. Specifically, I need three pairs of them, and so does anyone else who got stuck with one of these.

[One hand lifts, patting the collar by way of example.]

Come to my workspace if you've got some spare time and don't mind helping out. I've also got a couple other things I can't pull off alone. One's for some heavy lifting -- I don't want to go into detail on here. The other... well, you've seen what happened to the fields. I have a plan that might get some more food on the tables, but it needs manpower. If you're up on 20th century technology or later, I need your help. Hell-- if you can be taught quickly how to hold a soldering iron, I could use you.

I can't really offer payment, outside of information and maybe some salvage, but if this works then maybe we don't starve.

Either show up or reply to this -- and put a filter on it if you can -- if you want to know more.

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[professorwolf]

[Since this is evening, he's caught Lyall in his attempt at checking the network before he leaves his own tunnel hide-away to see what he can do out above. He hasn't actually made any replies to anything on here yet, though he's certainly poked and prodded at the little machine enough times, but since this is Major Alenko, perhaps he will make an excepion.]

This is Professor Lyall. I can be there shortly as part of your three sets of hands. I may be able to help with some of the heavy lifting, as well.

[And he sticks the thing in his waistcoat and heads on out. He does, after all, have that handy map the man sent.]

[relicrebellion]

[There is no text. There is no call. There is merely an omni-tool ping with Liara's current position and her ETA.]

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[knightoflight]

I can help, if you need a third.

[And the heavy lifting, most likely.]

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[myresponsibility]

I know my way around a soldering iron, if you still need a hand.

[You know, through trial and error, but that's something, right? And Peter just. Needs something to do. :|]

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[hackreality]

You know I'm in.

[furhat]

Aaah, so I take it that they can be removed by certain means.

...I'd be willing to offer a hand, in return for yours.


[The vampire (who was collared as well) wasn't too fond of saying that, but since her own attempts had failed...for quite a while now, in fact... she pretty much had to ask others. This human, at least, had seemed to be more than a mere dog, which was why the vampire had even replied in the first place.]