smashrising | SPRING CLEANING [OPEN]

Who: ALL OF YOU NERDS
What: CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!!!
Where: ABSOLUTELY FREAKING EVERYWHERE
When: RIGHT NOW
Warnings: Chemical burns??? IDK

There was no escape in sight. As far as anyone could tell, they were all stuck here on this mysterious floating island for the time being, and they would have to make do with what they could find. You'd think they would be well off in an AWESOME MANSION, except that the mansion is... a little worse for wear. Okay, a LOT worse for wear. The place was a mess.

Flurrie would not stand for it.

A woman of her tastes and sensibilities would be all for living it up in a huge, fancy mansion, but certainly not one in this state. And so, she took some initiative. Early one morning, she found a megaphone and stood outside the front of the mansion, barking orders loudly to the other inhabitants.

"EVERYONE GET OUT HERE, PRONTO!!"

Once everybody was gathered (as gathered as they were able to at this time of day, anyway), she yelled a little less:

"All right, everyone! I think we've been lounging around long enough! This place is an absolute disaster, and I cannot abide it another minute. Today I proclaim that we're going to make this mansion spic and span! And we're not going to stop until it sparkles! Now who's with me~?"

[HERE'S HOW IT WORKS: Step 1: Pick a location. Step 2: CLEAN THAT SHIT. Step 3: Tag around and help clean the mansion YAAAY! OR, you can do none of the above and screw around the entire time! YAAAY?]

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The huge Wookiee shrugged and grumbled out a chuckle.

Figures you wouldn't know what I was saying, either. A Translator would be useful.

There were technologies like that which he'd seen. Not any for Shyriiwook specifically, but other languages.

Suddenly, an idea took him. There had been a little pad of paper and some writing implements in one of the boxes. He'd set it aside while cleaning because he didn't think it was anything useful. He hadn't even been thinking about communicating.

He leaned into the box, picked it up, and started writing.

....now hopefully she could read. Not everyone could.

His writing was clumsy - not something he did a lot - but at least the letters and words were familiar to anyone who could read Basic.

'Hello, I am Chewbacca. It is nice to meet you. Thank you for the water. I was kind of thirsty'

Ronnae perked up as she leaned over to see what he was up to. Even as he was writing, she smiled knowing just what he was doing and when she read it again she nodded and smiled.

"Not a problem and nice to meet you too Chewbacca and I'm really happy to see we have a common language because that means the translator should be a ton easier to make now." Since she didn't have to focus on the mental brainwaves and essence of communication and instead forcus on basic.

He started writing again.

'I guess there are no protocol droids around here? I know one, fluent in over six million forms of communication. He's never around when I need him.'

C-3PO was annoying sometimes, but often useful.

Ronnae smiled but shook her head. "Not that I know of, but I can prolly whip up something similar. Nowhere near as many languages, but enough for them to be useful!"

Any excuse for her to tinker was very welcomed!

If Wave had to be anywhere, she wanted to be surrounded by tech. She didn't think she could miss Jet and Storm any more than she was, but at least she could bury herself in work. Maybe she could find some parts to make Gears. A hobby.

She should have expected others to be there, but not an orc and a... bear monster?

"The heck's going on here?" she asked, setting down a bucket and mop.

Chewbacca was about to write something else to Ronnae when the bird came in.

"Grrrrggg." he said, raising a hand in what was, he was sure, still a common greeting even here.

He went back to his pen and paper.

'My language is called Shyriiwook. I understand Galactic Basic just fine, but Wookiee can't speak it because our vocal chords are too different to most Humanoids'. And Avians, too?'

This last part was written as he cast a look in Wave's direction. He'd never seen an avian-humanoid quite like her. She was a little taller than a Jawa or Ewok, he supposed, but not by much. And a REALLY bright color, to boot.

Seeing Wave come down, Ronnae gave a bow in greeting before speaking. "Clearing out and cleaning. Making sure to grab anything useful for the house." And a few ~~lots~~ of things for herself.

"And this is Chewbacca, he's been helping out." To which she turned her attention back to him and nodded. "Ah, looks like Galactic Basic is similar to Common back home. Which is really convinient! But yes, I can definitely work on something that will simplify relating the messages if you'd like?" Because if she can get translators to translate for rocks and rock people, bugs and bug people and everything else, she was sure she could get it to translate for Chewie.

She then looks to Wave and offers a sheepish smile. "So, did you come down to help too?"

"If I must, but frankly this is a more interesting problem to solve," she replied. "I can whip up a translator pretty quick. I've written plenty of them for languages that don't exist anymore. How hard could it be?"

She walked up and stared up at Chewie, raising an eyebrow. "So... What exactly are you supposed to be anyway?"

Chewbacca flipped a few pages in the notebook and started writing.

'I'm a Wookiee. We're not really common throughout the Outer Rim but I didn't expect that NO-ONE would know what I am. My language is called Shyriiwook and it's still a living language, so, it should be easier for you!'

He held the note out for Wave for a moment before amending it quickly.

'Also, my name is Chewbacca. Nice to meet you. I'm lucky to meet two other people who're technically minded, even if all this tech seems strange and archaic.'

And he meant it - between Ronnae and Wave, he was starting to have some hope for this place.

Ronnae shrugged, "Any help is welcomed, even if it is just to build things to help everyone." Even if she had offered a while back. Nodding at both, she grabbed a few more things that piqued her interest and added them to her pile before turning back to cleaning/scavenging.

"Well, there's plenty of things to grab and work with so I'm sure there'll be lots to do."

Wave eyeballed the note paper, and shook her head. "Don't be surprised," she told him. "You're talking about other dimensions as well as planets."

She gestured at Ronnae, "I don't know what the green girl can do, but I'll write up some translation software. I'll need some speech and text samples to use as a baseline, and then I can probably reuse a heuristic algorithm from the ancient Echidna module..."

She plucked the gem off of her necklace, flicking on a holographic screen, which she began to tap at and flick about, mind already on a task that clearly wasn't her actual cleaning job.

Chewbacca wrote again.

'Justletme know what you want me to say.'

While Wave worked on that, Chewbacca looked at the things Ronnae had collected, picking one up and turning it over in his hands. He set it down and wrote a note to Green Girl, as Wave had called her.(That would make him Beige Guy, probably. Or Mostly Beige Guy, anyway.)

'Have you seen any larger salvage around here? Something that can be retrofitted to help repair a personal combat vehicle? Spaceworthy stuff, I mean.'

Because a lot of this stuff wasn't going to cut it. He aimed the note at Wave, too, in case she knew of something.

Ronnae noted as she read it and shook her head. "Nothing large enough no. But there's plenty of scrap. I'd say with enough of it you can easily make any repairs you might need as long as the components are good. That's what I've been trying to do, separating them in specific piles."

She shrugged, she was mostly focused on the salavaging at the moment.

"A lot of useless scrap," Wave corrected. "Most of what's still here is just junk. If I ever meet the people who left all this stuff here without leaving anything really useful, I've got a few words for them myself."

She held the crystal up to Chewie. "Here's a list of standard words and phrases. Read them into the computer and I'll start building a baseline."

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