Donald shrugged. "If it was whistling, then it probably wasn't one of the infected. They don't seem to hold a tune well," he smiled at his answer and continued working on the generator.
OOC,Yes, [b]Murray[/b] is a dog, as it says on his character sheet.
Repair progress: 1/30
In the generator room- Murray trotted away and back upstairs, leaving Donald Woodridge and Declan McLeod alone in the basement.
OOC,[b]Murray[/b] is moving to the thread linked below. His player should stop reading the current thread at this point, and should not read the posts above the one in the link below on the new thread. Everyone else remains in the current thread.
Declan McLeod,[b]Declan[/b] heard a few pairs of footsteps coming down the stairs from above.
Donald and Declan set to work repairing the generator. It did not take them long to deduce what had happened. A sudden surge of power had shorted out the old generator's inner workings, probably due to the increased demands placed upon it by the electric fence. The power had gone off briefly earlier in the afternoon, but that time it had come back on by itself. It seemed that a large number of ghouls must have hit the fence at the same time, thus causing the surge. Fortunately, they had the tools and parts needed to effect the necessary repairs. Between the two of them, they could have the generator up and running in less than half an hour. If more people arrived to help them, that time could be shortened considerably.
OOC,These repairs are likely to take quite a while. Feel free to talk to each other. I'll let you know when things happen that your characters are aware of, and when you should roll something. You won't need to roll Electrical Repair again, as the rolls you already made cover the whole job.
Donald says to Declan, "This looks like it might take a while. Maybe we should shut and lock the door for safety's sake." He nodded at the damage, "Yeah, as I suspected. The fence is causing surges that the generator can't handle. We should try to cut off all unnecessary power to prevent this from happening again after its fixed."
Declan look over at the door. "Yeap, locking that door would do some good in case those bastards come at us again before we get this fence back up." He peered over towards the stairs. "Do you hear footsteps? Hmm, maybe we'll be getting a few extra pairs of hands to get this monster going. I don't like the idea of us being caught with our heads up our asses an hour from now still trying to fix this damn generator."
Donald shook his head, "Nah, won't take that long. But long enough to worry about perimeter breech." He stood and stretched his back, then headed over to the door and shut it, making sure it was locked. "Do you have a radio? You know... in case you wanted to tell them that we've locked the door just in case?"
Declan was moving his fingers quite quickly despite his old age. "I don't have a radio and they can knock. Hopefully they aren't running from anything when they do however."
In the generator room- Donald locked the door and went back to work with Declan. Soon they could both hear footsteps and voices outside.
In the basement hall- Becky Clarke led the way downstairs, followed by Chuck Lubachek hauling Tiny on his leash and Emilio Montoya. Becky went to the first door on the right and tried it. "Dammit!" she cried. "The stupid door is locked, and I don't have the key!"
Montoya assumes someone else is working on the power, wanting to be undisturbed by the z´s... "Oy! Ya need help in there?!" He waits for a reponse from inside the generator room.
Donald sighed and stood up again, his knees cracking with the effort. "Next time, you're getting the door," he said to Dunclan as he headed over and opened up the door. He waved the people in, looked left and right outside, then shut the door again to make sure it was locked. "Well, what have we here? Come to help perhaps?"
Donald waved the others over to show them the problem, "See here? There has been a surge in the power which this old generator is not rated for so some bits have been burned out. We're working on getting it back to operation, but we need to make sure that no one is using excessive energy within the building. All non-essential power should be shut off."
In the generator room- Becky Clarke waddled in through the door, barely fitting inside the frame. "Right, let's have a look," she said. Chuck Lubachek came in behind her, pulling Tiny on his leash.
OOC,[b]Emilio Montoya[/b], you can get inside this round if you wish, but you can't start working on the generator yet until next round.
In the generator room- Becky listened intently as she examined the generator, shaking her head. "This hunk of junk is older than me," she muttered. "I don't think I'll be of much help. Why don't I stand guard outside?"
"Yeah, good idea," said Chuck as he started to work. "You're so big nothing could get past you."
"Hey, watch it, bub!"
Chuck ignored her and opened up his toolbox, settling down to work. "Yeah, this'll be a piece of cake. Gimme a hand here, Emilio."
More footsteps approached from the hall outside.
OOC,[b]Emilio[/b], roll Electrical Repair to try to help with the generator.
In the basement hall- Lucy made her way down the stairs, shining the beam of her flashlight down the hall and picking out the door of the generator room.
"Yeah...", Emilio gets busy prodding and tweaking the cables and coatings, watching out for scorched elements and fuses. Process.... After the survey he suggests to Chuck how to fix the generator the fastest way - even though only temporary - the speed is more important than the durability, something that he remembers Becky keeps as a guide line when repairing cars.
While the others make good progress with the busted generator, Donald heads over to the fuse panel and starts flipping off switches for rooms that he knows are not in use.
Declan looked up from fiddling with the machine and muttered a welcome. "Good to have more hands for this job. We will get the generator running in no time. Let those bastards come for us again."
In the generator room-
With Emilio's help, the repairmen were able to make excellent progress. "Nice work," said Chuck. "I knew I taught you well, Emilio. We'll have the juice flowing again fast now."
Becky opened the door just as a tough-looking woman approached it on the other side. She carried a toolkit and a steel pipe in her hands, and an M3A1 Grease gun was on a strap hanging from her shoulder.
In the basement hallway- Becky stepped outside and looked the woman up and down as Adam Donnelly entered the basement hall from the stairway, his flashlight lighting his way. "Whaddaya want?" she asked.
"I'm Lucy Armstrong," said the other woman. "I'm here to help fix the generator."
"Becky Clarke. We've already got four people working on it, and I don't think there's room for any more. Shouldn't take them too long, anyway. Why don't you stand guard out here with me?"