Yondu rarely stays outside for longer than necessary. He doubts that today'll be different. He needs to get in, get his item, go install it, just get it over. It's just mistier over the train than usual. He can't see a damn thing and that's discomforting. So he just stands thinking about the the parade of people fucking off into the mist creepily, how he actually knew a couple of 'em this time, and just waits impatiently.
And then it clears, and the sleepers are taller.
"What the heeeell?"
He wrinkles his whole face up, sharp teeth bared in the most confused grimace as he tips his head back to look up at the sudden double decker layout. Oh no. What fresh hell is he gonna get back in there and see. That's gonna have to be investigated before he wanders off to find what he ordered.
Installation in the Standard Car
Yondu's finally got the device he ordered. He knows enough people that have been in need of mechanical parts and bottles and what the hell ever for their various batches of train busywork that he decided to go through with orderin' it. But installing it is turning into a bit of a chore.
Someone might hear the passive, bored whistling before they see him. It's melodic and he's good at it, lots of vibrato, ranging from the little bit of classical music he's picked up in the music car to stuff he's found that he thinks Quill would have liked. He's half under the computer desk, leather space pirate-biker looking uniform clad half poking out from under it with the chair moved off to the side to make room for him while he goes through the motions. A round connector rolls out from under the desk where he's working, and someone who isn't expecting it might be surprised to see a very blue hand (maybe not surprising, since the blue population is higher than one would expect) reach out and flail around in search of it.
"Oh goddammit, can ya hand me that?" he asks the person. He can barely make them out as vague silhouette from his vantage point.
OOC: Second music link is a louder than the first.
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And then it clears, and the sleepers are taller.
"What the heeeell?"
He wrinkles his whole face up, sharp teeth bared in the most confused grimace as he tips his head back to look up at the sudden double decker layout. Oh no. What fresh hell is he gonna get back in there and see. That's gonna have to be investigated before he wanders off to find what he ordered.
Someone might hear the passive, bored whistling before they see him. It's melodic and he's good at it, lots of vibrato, ranging from the little bit of classical music he's picked up in the music car to stuff he's found that he thinks Quill would have liked. He's half under the computer desk, leather space pirate-biker looking uniform clad half poking out from under it with the chair moved off to the side to make room for him while he goes through the motions. A round connector rolls out from under the desk where he's working, and someone who isn't expecting it might be surprised to see a very blue hand (maybe not surprising, since the blue population is higher than one would expect) reach out and flail around in search of it.
"Oh goddammit, can ya hand me that?" he asks the person. He can barely make them out as vague silhouette from his vantage point.
OOC: Second music link is a louder than the first.