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xp_logsThe team nears the end of their repairs and upgrades and... well, they try to turn everything back on.
Clint had finished all his sections so far as rewiring things was concerned. He'd checked the voltages, even using the safety glove with the little lights on the sides of the thumbs that Andre had given him in case he needed to attempt to fix something in a difficult to light area. An electrical engineer he was not, but they gave baby electricians the 'run the cable' jobs, so he was fairly confident he hadn't actually screwed anything up.
Turning around, ensuring he'd pulled the right wires through - they were all color coded, which he'd thought hilarious since he was colorblind, but then he realized either Forge or Molly had actually written the colors on the little labels and that was actually really helpful.
"I'm done with my bit, do you guys need me to hold some heavy stuff for a while? Cause I'll admit," Clint called, rounding the corner into the main room the other two had been working from. "I'm kinda tired and sweaty and gross, so I really don't wanna, but I like being helpful, so I will anyway!"
"Can you hold this flashlight? It's kinda dark back here," Molly said, holding up a flashlight she had previously been awkwardly trying to keep up with. She only had one more link to check.
"Yeah," Clint said, heading over toward Molly. "But check this out." He turned his little thumb lights back on and just reached over her head and shone them on whatever she was looking at. "Is that any better?"
"Thanks! Tons," Molly said. "This connection....looks good. How's it going on your end, new guy?"
Forge was grumbling under his breath. Wherever they found the half-trained crackmonkey who'd done the basement harmonizer and power conditioner, they'd found a guy that was just on the cusp of greatness with annoying little peccadillos that made him want to introduce whoever it was to his metal foot. Violently. "I'm busy cursing the ancestry of whoever built this rectifier." he grumbled. "It's so close to genius and yet so utterly stupid at the same time. A man could weep." he said, only exaggerating slightly. "But I'm almost done here. Just two more banks to validate then we're ready to fire it all back up and be good to go."
"Need to figure out where Andre got these glove things, cause we could all use them forever and ever," Clint said, tilting his head to trigger the comm unit attached to his ear. "When you're done, we'll let Molly do the honors," Clint said grinning as he moved his thumbs into a new position to accommodate the lady's needs. "How many more of the thingies do you need to check?"
"Just one more," Molly said, dusting herself off and picking off a few spider webs as she stood up.
"And I'm good. Forge did most of the more complicated work. I'm okay with waving my arms Vanna White style after everything comes back on," she added, wiggling her arms about to illustrate with a grin.
"Well then, Vanna, get ready..." he said, as he finished up the last set of tests, carefully put his testing kit away, and then wiggled over to a master switch.
Meanwhile, in a transformer station in Westchester, New York...
Joe was excited. His bushy tail twitched as he effortlessly hopped from cage to cage, looking for just the right bit of food. He could smell its intoxicating bouquet and he was being driven slowly _mad_ by hunger. He just had to make it to just the right place ... which, unfortunately for Joe, involved one last leap where his landing point was on one exposed bit of transformer and his body extended to brush past another. The resulting bang was followed swiftly by the sound of alarms and cursing from the two-legs who infested this interesting place.
Unfortunately for Joe, he was in no shape to appreciate the chaos and confusion as arcing twenty thousand volts of DC across one's body tended to result in a slight case of death served well-done.
Forge pushed the master switch with a smug look of satisfaction. A look that quickly faded as he was not greeted by the exciting sounds of equipment spinning up and doing what it was supposed to. Instead, he got a big fat lot of nothing. "That's not good." he said with a frown, then pushed the button back to its OFF position, then back to ON.
Still nothing.
"Umm, Houston, we have a problem..." Forge said across the comms net.
Clint slow-blinked and allowed himself three whole seconds to realize there was, in fact, a problem and that they might have just contributed to something absurdly ridiculous and terrible, before he muttered, "No shit, Sherlock. Should've let Molly push the button."
Taking a calming breath, Clint exhaled slowly before continuing, "That said, we know we've got the emergency power circuits running for all the major pieces of potentially destructive and/or really important equipment and that the backup generators are working because otherwise the whole mansion would've gone dark except for the nonessential stuff the minute we flipped this off.
"Let me shoot off some emails and texts but also, let's figure out what the problem is so we can fix it."
Molly made a face. "Gonna need all the Red Bull for this one," she said, letting out a breath.
"This doesn't make any sense." Forge said, rubbing his forehead. "OK. We know there's a problem, we don't know where, so let's work the problem. Start at the feed from the outside, work our way in. Test everything, people. And I'll have someone prep some chow in our conference room to handle low blood sugar and breaks. But we got a whole lot of people around here, some of whom are probably trained killers, and they'd really like for the power to work. So let's get started."
Molly frowned a little when Forge got a little bossy for someone she'd just met a few hours ago. She tilted her head at him, then nodded. "Uh sure," she said to Clint.
Clint had sent off a message to the mansion as a whole, then texts to several people in particular, before sidebarring his phone and shoving it in his pocket. "Well, I'll double check the lines from where I started them, do you guys wanna take the transformer and work back in? Cause I can swing around and do a perimeter run to double check that nothing outside the mansion's caused a problem?"
Forge just nodded, forgetting that nobody but him could actually see him at that moment. "Yeah, that'll work. Good suggestion." he said before packing up his tools. "On my way to you, Molly. See you in a bit."
"I'm gonna get April down here to help!" Clint called to Forge's retreating back. "We'll get this figured out!"
Clint had finished all his sections so far as rewiring things was concerned. He'd checked the voltages, even using the safety glove with the little lights on the sides of the thumbs that Andre had given him in case he needed to attempt to fix something in a difficult to light area. An electrical engineer he was not, but they gave baby electricians the 'run the cable' jobs, so he was fairly confident he hadn't actually screwed anything up.
Turning around, ensuring he'd pulled the right wires through - they were all color coded, which he'd thought hilarious since he was colorblind, but then he realized either Forge or Molly had actually written the colors on the little labels and that was actually really helpful.
"I'm done with my bit, do you guys need me to hold some heavy stuff for a while? Cause I'll admit," Clint called, rounding the corner into the main room the other two had been working from. "I'm kinda tired and sweaty and gross, so I really don't wanna, but I like being helpful, so I will anyway!"
"Can you hold this flashlight? It's kinda dark back here," Molly said, holding up a flashlight she had previously been awkwardly trying to keep up with. She only had one more link to check.
"Yeah," Clint said, heading over toward Molly. "But check this out." He turned his little thumb lights back on and just reached over her head and shone them on whatever she was looking at. "Is that any better?"
"Thanks! Tons," Molly said. "This connection....looks good. How's it going on your end, new guy?"
Forge was grumbling under his breath. Wherever they found the half-trained crackmonkey who'd done the basement harmonizer and power conditioner, they'd found a guy that was just on the cusp of greatness with annoying little peccadillos that made him want to introduce whoever it was to his metal foot. Violently. "I'm busy cursing the ancestry of whoever built this rectifier." he grumbled. "It's so close to genius and yet so utterly stupid at the same time. A man could weep." he said, only exaggerating slightly. "But I'm almost done here. Just two more banks to validate then we're ready to fire it all back up and be good to go."
"Need to figure out where Andre got these glove things, cause we could all use them forever and ever," Clint said, tilting his head to trigger the comm unit attached to his ear. "When you're done, we'll let Molly do the honors," Clint said grinning as he moved his thumbs into a new position to accommodate the lady's needs. "How many more of the thingies do you need to check?"
"Just one more," Molly said, dusting herself off and picking off a few spider webs as she stood up.
"And I'm good. Forge did most of the more complicated work. I'm okay with waving my arms Vanna White style after everything comes back on," she added, wiggling her arms about to illustrate with a grin.
"Well then, Vanna, get ready..." he said, as he finished up the last set of tests, carefully put his testing kit away, and then wiggled over to a master switch.
Meanwhile, in a transformer station in Westchester, New York...
Joe was excited. His bushy tail twitched as he effortlessly hopped from cage to cage, looking for just the right bit of food. He could smell its intoxicating bouquet and he was being driven slowly _mad_ by hunger. He just had to make it to just the right place ... which, unfortunately for Joe, involved one last leap where his landing point was on one exposed bit of transformer and his body extended to brush past another. The resulting bang was followed swiftly by the sound of alarms and cursing from the two-legs who infested this interesting place.
Unfortunately for Joe, he was in no shape to appreciate the chaos and confusion as arcing twenty thousand volts of DC across one's body tended to result in a slight case of death served well-done.
Forge pushed the master switch with a smug look of satisfaction. A look that quickly faded as he was not greeted by the exciting sounds of equipment spinning up and doing what it was supposed to. Instead, he got a big fat lot of nothing. "That's not good." he said with a frown, then pushed the button back to its OFF position, then back to ON.
Still nothing.
"Umm, Houston, we have a problem..." Forge said across the comms net.
Clint slow-blinked and allowed himself three whole seconds to realize there was, in fact, a problem and that they might have just contributed to something absurdly ridiculous and terrible, before he muttered, "No shit, Sherlock. Should've let Molly push the button."
Taking a calming breath, Clint exhaled slowly before continuing, "That said, we know we've got the emergency power circuits running for all the major pieces of potentially destructive and/or really important equipment and that the backup generators are working because otherwise the whole mansion would've gone dark except for the nonessential stuff the minute we flipped this off.
"Let me shoot off some emails and texts but also, let's figure out what the problem is so we can fix it."
Molly made a face. "Gonna need all the Red Bull for this one," she said, letting out a breath.
"This doesn't make any sense." Forge said, rubbing his forehead. "OK. We know there's a problem, we don't know where, so let's work the problem. Start at the feed from the outside, work our way in. Test everything, people. And I'll have someone prep some chow in our conference room to handle low blood sugar and breaks. But we got a whole lot of people around here, some of whom are probably trained killers, and they'd really like for the power to work. So let's get started."
Molly frowned a little when Forge got a little bossy for someone she'd just met a few hours ago. She tilted her head at him, then nodded. "Uh sure," she said to Clint.
Clint had sent off a message to the mansion as a whole, then texts to several people in particular, before sidebarring his phone and shoving it in his pocket. "Well, I'll double check the lines from where I started them, do you guys wanna take the transformer and work back in? Cause I can swing around and do a perimeter run to double check that nothing outside the mansion's caused a problem?"
Forge just nodded, forgetting that nobody but him could actually see him at that moment. "Yeah, that'll work. Good suggestion." he said before packing up his tools. "On my way to you, Molly. See you in a bit."
"I'm gonna get April down here to help!" Clint called to Forge's retreating back. "We'll get this figured out!"
