HazMat Log 005 ♔ The great multicolored north

[anelegantmyth]

Who: Hazardous Materials
Where: Dermaevern, Breakneck Cay and eventually Candy Mountain
When: 5/1-5/31
What: Exploring the north and making Gaius' diet last longer than it should be
Warnings: bore sharks, sugar-free torture, wine that makes you high as balls and our impending doom
Style: Any!
Status: Open if you're in the area?

Hazardous Materials' May log of doom! Date your stuff, you all know the drill.

5/1-5/7: Sailing to Dermaevern
5/8-5/15: Dermaevern Shenanigans!
5/16-5/22: Sailing to Breakneck Cay
5/23-5/24: Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to go here?
5/25-5/31: Hunting down Candy Mountain

Comments

[b2_dragon]

[This will never get old. Toothless watches as Donatello reaches out, but he remains standing with the expectation of a pat because obviously this guy doesn't know what to do with a dragon.

Well. Guess not.

The dragon finally sits then. Okay, now what?]

[waywithmachines]

Good boy. [pat pat. here have a dragon treat. Well it's really cheese but it's the most he's got to work with at the moment. He fiddles around in a trunk and comes up with a harness]

Now I'm going to fit you with this and then hook you up to that. [and he points to the shrouded object] I calculate that you've got more than enough strength to get it up on deck. Now be a good dragon and stay still. Good dragon. Nice dragon.

[slowly approaching with the harness]

[b2_dragon]

[Food?? The dragon snatches it up and chews it a bit before he spits it out. Bleh, what was that?

Glancing back at Donatello because apparently he's still talking, Toothless tilts his head. The harness looks familiar although it's not at all like Hiccup's. From that he glances towards the big thing, and then back towards the turtle. Gurbling inquiringly, the dragon begins to get up.]

[waywithmachines]

[Thaaat's it. Keep on being a good dragon and please don't grab him by the face. If Toothless lets him, he'll carefully attach the harness]

[b2_dragon]

[Well, he won't grab Donatello by the face, but if the turtle comes close enough, he'll be nose to nose with the dragon. Are they going flying? You can't go flying without Hiccup. This doesn't look like a flying thing anyway. What are you doooooin']

[waywithmachines]

[Wow. Dragon breath smells about twenty two point three... no four? No three... times worse than rancid cheese. Not a thought he ever thought he'd be having-- But once the harness is attached he'll carefully attach the ropes that tie it to the huge mystery object]

Good! [dusts off hands] Now... uh...Mush. [or something]

[b2_dragon]

[Just gonna stand there because what the heck does that mean? Besides, Toothless seems more interested in the harness itself, looking back at it. He wiggles around in it.]

[waywithmachines]

[Yeah, okay, this was going to be a problem. Memo to him, create a dragon to English translator. But the problem of the moment was try to get Toothless, and in conjunction what he'd been working on for the past few weeks, up onto the deck, before the pungent smell of cheese mutated its own personality. Then he got an idea.He snapped his fingers.]

Wait here.

[and he hurried out and galleyward.]

[b2_dragon]

[Oh? Now where is he going? The dragon watches Donatello run off. He left him?]

[waywithmachines]

[no no. No worries. He has a plan. That's what he does you know. He makes the plans. Well, okay so technically Leo makes the plans they actually work with. He tends to make the complicated diagrams, blueprints, flowcharts et. al that are scattered around his lab and he'll ask you not to bite, burn, claw, pee on or otherwise destroy while he's leaving you alone in his precious space.

In any case he's back soon enough, standing near the entrance and holding a fishing pole. He casts the line and on the end of said line is a piece of roast beef tied to the line.]

[b2_dragon]

[How about lick? You didn't say anything about licking. So don't be surprised if one or two things end up stuck to each other because apparently dragon spit is great glue.

But by the time Donatello's back, the dragon's settled on the floor again, but he instantly perks up at the sight and smell of meats. Toothless gets up, sniffing in said direction.]

[waywithmachines]

[he'll find that both annoying and endlessly fascinating and will probably run several tests on dragon glue to come up with something amazing that probably definitely maybe has nothing to do with cheese.

In any case, as Toothless comes closer, he'll reel the meat back.]

[b2_dragon]

[Oh, what? Toothless wrinkles his nose as the meat is pulled away from him. He doesn't want to play this game, but if the turtle wants him to move, then he's going to move. He's going to go for the turtle that's trying to keep the meats away.]

[waywithmachines]

[well hopefully he can back away fast enough before face grabbing or anything worse happens and more hopefully, Toothless will pull the mystery object behind him as he tries to pounce]

[b2_dragon]

[Toothless thinks you want to play. You'll be sorry, Donnie.

Of course, it takes more effort because something is attached to him, but the dragon isn't going to be deterred from meats and silly turtles!]

[waywithmachines]

[he doesn't want to play. He wants to unveil the greatest scientific advancement that dairy byproducts can hope to achieve! Trust him, it'll be great. Well maybe not for you since you're not bipedal and only with a passing intelligence that is only a notch or two above normal animals. Maybe even dolphin level! He'll have to run a test for that. Another mental note. Though where he's going to get the dolphins--

At any rate, it's an awesome achievement for the bipedal and vocally communicative among them and you are taking a part in it by hauling it out so that the world may see-- or at least, you know, the ship. So he's just going to keep dancing back and dancing back, making the most out of his agility and speed]

[b2_dragon]

[You know what, this isn't fun any more. Toothless is going to go on strike about half-way through because your game sucks. Yep. Gonna sit his butt down.]

[waywithmachines]

[Great. Perfect. But all was not lost yet. Sooo he's just going to try and dangle the meat in front of Toothless's face]

Come on. There's more in the galley waiting for you. All you can eat! [wiggle wiggle meat],/small>

[b2_dragon]

[Toothless rolls his eyes at that, grumbling as he turns his head away from the meat.]

[waywithmachines]

[sometimes scientific advancement can be such a pain in the plastron. But there comes a time when a turtle's just gotta do the deed himself. So he goes to unharness Toothless and try to drag the thing himself, though it takes a bit of work and struggle to get even an inch. It's amazing how much cheese can weigh]

[b2_dragon]

[...does that mean he can eat now? Toothless at least remains still while Donatello unharness him, and he moves aside to watch and see what the turtle does next.

Maybe he feels pity seeing as how the turtle isn't getting anywhere with the load, so the dragon slips around to the back of it and begins to nudge it with his head. Isn't this much better with two doing the work?]

[waywithmachines]

[Yes. It helps and the mystery project moves. Though now the weight distribution of pushing and pulling is off so it's about thirty percent less effective than it would be had his calculations gone according to plan. He could adjust for the disparity by telling Toothless to re position himself about two degrees to the right but yeah, again, no dragon speech translator yet.

But he can give him a treat for the help in the end, he supposes. Actually you know he probably should have winched this up from below. Man why didn't he think of that sooner? Well he hadn't and so, grateful for the dragon's help, somehow they manage to haul the thing to the deck]

Perfect. [he retrieves the fishing pole and tosses Toothless the meat that was on it, then looks with his hands on his hips at his covered creation]

This is going to be great.

[b2_dragon]

[With the work all done, Toothless happily accepts the meat, chomping it down in no time. Then he peers expectantly at Donatello.]