"That should do it," Icarus said aloud to no one in particular as he tightened a bolt. He stood from his crouched position and winced as his strained neck protested. He took a step back and took a good look at the deeply tarnished copper boiler he was working on. The owner of the Clockwork hotel had propositioned him several days before to repair some leaks on the old metal bucket, but he hadn't actually been able to get around to it until that evening. He placed his wrench back into his tool bag and took a deep breath as he shrugged into his long brown trench coat. He was some floors up, and through the boiler room window he frowned at the seemingly never ending torrent of rain, "Gods... I'm gonna have to go out in that, like or it not," he muttered, happy to be dry for the time being. He took up his tools and did a quick check of himself to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He patted the top of his head out of habit, being sure that his favorite pair of brass rimmed goggles was still on top of his head. Satisfied, he exited the boiler room and made his way down the stairs to find the owner. "If I'm lucky, I may be able to arrive early before the Captain arrives," he mumbled to himself once more, as he often did. After years of hard work and dedication, he had finally been able to gain a contract with an honest to god airship captain. The ship was an incredible one and he couldn't wait to begin work on the engine. The owner and proprietor of the ship, Captain Dean by name, was a little intimidating, but Icarus was positive that he could impress the seasoned Captain with his knowledge and mechanical experience.<br/><br/>Picking up his pace, Icarus landed onto the third floor and eagerly made his way down the hall toward the second floor. "Red... why does it all have to be so gaudy?" He murmured to himself as he grimaced at the bright carpet. "Honestly, they might as well..." he was cut off suddenly as something buffeted into him. The next few seconds were a blur of confusion as he felt himself hit the ground with an oomph. After hearing a small, feminine squeak, he focused his eyes and felt something, someone, on top of him. He caught a glimpse of the face; a girl. Red hair, smooth skin, troubled eyes; she scrambled up and off of him seemingly as quickly as she could before he heard her mumble some sort of apology, then she skittered off. Icarus sat there for a second or two later, somewhat dumbfounded as he got to his feet slowly. He felt wet suddenly and he looked down and saw that his midsection had been soaked. "Hey!" He called after the girl, far too late, he knew, but he wanted to apologize to her for not paying attention to where he was going. He surveyed the empty hallway, feeling slightly morose. Sighing once more, he shrugged inwardly and continued down to the first floor.<br/><br/>After collecting his payment for the work on the boiler, Icarus pocketed the money and made his way out to the busy foyer. He looked toward the receiving desk and the saw the high arches of the embossed grandfather clock that stood behind the counter. Straining to see the hands through the shifting crowd of tourists, he finally gave up and reached for his own pocket watch. His left hand grabbed at nothing as he stopped short, the muscles in his hands unaccustomed to finding empty space where he'd religiously kept his father's pocket watch for his entire adult life. He checked his adjacent pocket, panicking slightly, though anyone watching his outward appearance would never know. "Surely I have it," he said aloud as he checked all of his pockets. "I checked it in the boiler room before I..." his face became dark suddenly as he remembered the encounter he'd had with the girl. He set his jaw tightly in frustration and anger, moving toward the receiving desk as he did so and pushing through several put out tourists. He glanced at the grandfather clock and shook his head; no time to look for the criminal, she could and probably would be anywhere else by now. Sighing out a growl, Icarus begrudgingly cinched up his coat and headed outside.