Jack nodded, and pulled the chair over, sitting down beside Lincoln. "So do you think you can fix him?" He asked, looking at Lincoln worriedly. "I… no offense to you or your time period, but I want to go home." He said with a soft laugh. He swallowed, looking at the little AI device after a moment. Tip was silent, the holographic plans still hovering in the air.
“I understand,” he focused his attention back to Tip, “I’m sure I can fix him eventually. It seems rudimentary enough once I understand the workings and the um..the manual.” He squinted at the hologram, “Some of these are new words. What is…Upcycled?”
"Oh, upcycled means… something was used, and then the materials were used to create something new, so we don't waste the planets resources." Jack explained, not sure Lincoln would understand what he meant. "Also, there's a dictionary setting." He reached out, tapping a button. "What word definition do you want?" Tip asked robotically.
(oh by the way, do we want Lincoln to be able to fix it after a while and then Jack like… shows him the future as a way of showing thanks, or should Lincoln not be able to fix it, so Jack is stuck at least for a while? It's up to you, I don't mind either way)
(Hmm…I like both of those options
So maybe Lincoln shouldn’t be able to fix it right away so Jack’s stuck there for at least a couple days, and Lincoln is able to give him some of the little obscure information he knows about the titanic? It would take him a bit to learn the new technology anyway too)
“Aha,” He sat forward in his chair. He turned his head to Jack, “What word don’t I know? I can’t think of anything,” he chuckled. He found Tip amazing, wonderful, the peak of performance and near height of technology, the actual height of technology being the time travel, of course.
(alright, that sounds good!)
Jack chuckled softly. "I don't know. Hey Tip, what word does Lincoln not know?" He asked. Tip was silent for a moment. "Error, unable to fetch information. Please use correct search parameters." The AI said. Jack smiled lightly. "Mm. Guess no one knows." He said, then yawned, covering his mouth with one hand.
Lincoln laughed heartily “I mean any words that are in your century but not in mine. I’m sure they’ve invented new words in a handful of centuries haven’t they?” He leaned against the table with his elbow, sideways glancing to Jack with an amused expression.
Jack chuckled. "Oh, alright." He replied. Let's start with something simple. He grinned. "Well, there's a word from a musical that i doubt you've ever heard." He cleared his throat, and sang, "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, even though the sound of it is always quite atrocious. If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" He grinned, chuckling softly.
Lincoln squinted at Jack with strong confusion for several moments, then started laughing, “The hell?” He sputtered, “What does Supa…frackiluscious…” covered his face with his hands, still laughing “No, that’s—seriously not a word.” He glanced at Jack through his fingers, “Is it?”
Jack smiled. He looks so cute right now… He thought, biting his lower lip for a moment. "Yeah. It's from a book, then a musical, then a movie." He said, chuckling. "It is a word." He smiled at Lincoln's confusion. Tip remained silent. Jack watched Lincoln, smiling. "Would you like another word, monsieur?"
Lincoln let his hands fall back down to the table, “Yes, good sir. Preferably one easier to repeat or use in a sentence,” Just a bit easier to pronounce as well, please, he humored. He sat forward closer to Jack, smiling interestedly and ready for the next ridiculous word.
Jack smiled. "Hmm…" He thought for a moment. "Tip, any suggestions?" "None." The AI responded. Jack chuckled softly. "Pretty sure he knows what none means." He said teasingly. He smiled. "Oh! Photobomb." He said. "It's when someone is taking a picture, and you jump into the frame right as they take the picture." He explained.
Lincoln burst into more laughter, “That one actually makes sense! I love that word…photobomb” He echoed. “Although, I don’t know if it can help me fix your Tip.” While He turned back to the little machine, still in awe at how it talked and worked. He scrolled through the intrusions trying to find anything about wires.
Jack smiled, watching him for a long moment. He's so curious. It's adorable. He thought for a moment, nipping his lower lip for a second. "Yeah, that's true. But most of the words that I know wouldn't help you fix him." He wiggled his fingers. "I'm no good with machines." He chuckled softly. "Like, really not good with machines."
“I’m fairly good at them, but not these kinds. I have to admit I’m stalling on working on this,” He humored, “Is it okay if I work in this in the morning with a clearer head? I can just skip class tomorrow, it’s fine. I’ll honestly learn more here experimenting with this gadget than watching another lecture about gears.”
Jack chuckled, and nodded. "Of course. You don't have to fix him tonight." He smiled. "Thank you for all the help, Lincoln." He said, raking a hand through his red hair tiredly. He yawned again. "Pardon me. I'm more tired than I thought."
Lincoln smiled, up at his guest, "Thank you for your understanding. I'll get back to wok on it as soon as I can." He admired Jack's movements, shifting nervously when he ran his hand through his hair. How unfair that it made him look even more attractive than he did before. He didn't stand a chance, and yet he had no choice but to swallow his urge to compliment him. Not that way.
Jack smiled. "Alright. No rush." He said, stretching and standing up. Not fair. I'm staying with a cute guy in a time when being gay was… extremely frowned upon and illegal. He sighed softly, picking up the pajamas from where he had set them. "So, where am I staying?" He asked slowly.
"In the guest room down the hallway from my own room. It's just as nice as the master bedroom, if there is even a master bedroom. They're both the same,except mine is more furnished," he scratched his lip nervously. "I can show you around where it is and where the bathroom is if you like," he offered.
Jack nodded. "Please do, unless you want me wandering around trying to find the right room." He said with a soft laugh. He adjusted the sleeves of his shirt nervously. Oh god. Stop going bad places, brain! He reprimanded himself, biting his lower lip slightly.
(bump? Not tryna be rude, just bumping :) )
(Nah, It’s fine :) sorry for the wait)
Lincoln laughed along, partially awkwardly now “No, that wouldn’t be very hospitable of me.” He pushed his chair back and stood up with a polite smile, trying to stifle his expression which might betray his pounding heart, “The stairs are a bit creaky, especially the third one from the top. But I assure you that they’re stable so you won’t…fall.”
(alright. It's fine!)
Jack nodded, and picked Tip up. "I have to keep this with me. Regulations." He explained. "I don't mind creaking stairs." He smiled slightly, and tucked the pajamas under his arm. "Thank you again for your help and hospitality." He said.
Lincoln began walking to the stairs, “You’re welcome, it’s the least I can do, also it’s just common curtesy.” He stuffed a single hand in his pockets, and stifled a blushed smile with scratching his upper lip.
Jack nodded. "Alright." He followed Lincoln up the stairs, the pajamas still tucked under one arm as he did so. He really hoped Lincoln could fix Tip, but maybe not. Oh well. He would write to the Corps tomorrow, and tell them what had happened.
Lincoln took a turn into the guest room, which only meagerly housed a bed and dresser, “Here’s the guest bedroom, feel free to decorate it for the night however you feel necessary,” He humored, “Depending on how long you need to stay.”
Jack chuckled. "Alright. Thanks." He replied, setting the nightclothes down on the bed. "And as for how long…that depends on how fast or slow you can fix Tip." He shrugged slightly. "But there's no rush."
Lincoln dipped his head, “Yes, I assumed so. I’m guessing it shouldn’t take more than two or three days at the very most. Possibly shorter.” He glanced off to the side while he gaged how much time he might need, leaning against the doorway on one shoulder.
Jack nodded. "Alright. Thank you so much for all your help." He said, biting his lower lip slightly. Damn. He's cute. But no, this is the early 1900's. No crushing on him allowed. At all.
Lincoln began to ponder something other than how long it would take him to fix Tip as his attention shifted to Jack. While he attempted to calm his nerves, he rested a hand on his opposite arm, “Can I ask you a possibly…inappropriate question about the future?”