<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Zoeydeschannel.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Astrid Zachrison</strong></span>,<em>Mechanic</em><br/>2519, present evening<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - those heading for the party, whoever else is nearby<br/>Wearing - This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/astrid/set?id=128758502)<br/>Location - Man's Ruin<br/><hr/><br/>"Engine just shouldn't sound like that..." Astrid muttered to herself and shook her head. She had stopped for a smack and to see the others off to their party. Or whatever it was. Astrid was never one for such things. Sure she had been to a nice party or two in her time. But what was the point really unless she had something pretty to wear?<br/><br/>All in all, the work on the ship had gone smoothly, and there wasn't quite as much damage as she initially expected. But there was still that major grinding with the engine. Nothing she couldn't fix with the right party and tool. She just had to get in there and figure out what part and tool she needed. In the meantime however, she was walking through the ship with some water and with engine grease smeared on her face.<br/><br/>She took a drink of water as she walked up to the hall by the crew quarters leading up to the cockpit. There she saw Thalia and some of the others looking all dolled up. "Y'all off to that fancy party?" She asked them perkily.