[ Due to some unforeseen problems with the hangar staffing, Stork is back on regular job duty this month, and has parked himself in one of the plazas with the most pitiful expression anyone could possibly conjure, a tin cup and a sign that reads:

Stork's Home EVERYTHING Repair

Please hire the poor Merb to fix something. Anything! How can you ( Read more... )

[ Someone has been a busy little Merb! Today in the hangar there is a table set up with all manner of bizarre mechanical creepy crawlies on display. Stork keeps preening over them like a proud mother hen, playing with them like they're actual pets. ]Aren't they cute? This is just the first batch, there's more coming. But if anyone wants to adopt ( Read more... )

[ Stork looks very dazed, staggering around his cabin and bumping into things. Finally he locates the Guide and grasps it tightly. ]

What's going on? Where am I?

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(( OOC: Stork used his trance helmet and got the settings wrong, so he's experiencing temporary memory loss. ))

[ Stork is happy with his job this month! He's been showed a mechanic's bay and told to fix as many Hyperkryllegion carburetors as he could. Never has anyone seen a happier Merb than the one elbow deep in grease and transmission fluids, humming to himself. ]

This is great! Can I do this every month?

And I wonder if I could upgrade some of these..

[ Stork's first encounter with the Improbability Drive is not going well, not that much of anything goes well as far as he's concerned. But if you've ever wanted to see a neurotic, panicking pony, now's your chance ( Read more... )

[ Stork's job for the month SHOULD be fairly simple. He's a delivery boy for the Lightning Post, which SHOULD consist of handing papers to happy customers and checking their names off an easy-to-read list ( Read more... )

[ The Guide is sitting on a nearby table in the hangar, giving viewers an eyeful of skinny, oddly jointed green legs sticking in the air as Stork is headfirst inside what looks to be a large duct. The occasional scrape of metal and muttering can be heard from within, and various tools are scattered around ( Read more... )

[ Have a tall, green skinned, definitely-not-human person standing just outside the door to the admissions office, clutching a large toolkit along with his towel and Guide, and looking very bewildered. ]

But... but I already have a ship...