[right][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5652555]57104 - Yev[/url][/right]

Yev tried to help Gwen, taking out the rubber mat that came packed in the repair sleeve to wrap it around the pipe, then biting off a yelp when the hinged cover pinched the tip of her middle finger as Gwen heaved it over the top of the pipe.

She wiped her finger off, then stuck the tip in her mouth as she watch Gwen flip the bolts into their slots and begin tightening them down. Her training videos showed how to do this with a wooden plug, the rubber mat and wrapping it in place with a ball of coarse string. This was so much easier.

Yev did wince when Gwen reported the leak as "repaired" - it was patched and returned to service. Later, in a couple of months someone would show up with a work order to cut out the damaged part, put up a new section of pipe, sealing it in place and then it would be repaired. Assuming the rats didn't get them. But she kept her mouth shut, shoving plastic bags inside empty five gallon buckets (why was there none of the bigger barrels?) and blousing them over the top edge so the edge stayed clean. Nobody liked being corrected and she didn't need a negative evaluation.

Picking up a shovel, she began shoveling the oily "kitty litter" into the prepared plastic bags.

[color=00ff66]"We're going to have to go down, aren't we?"[/color] She said quietly, trying to keep her voice steady. [color=00ff66]"To see how far the... crack goes?"[/color]

They probably went all the way down to the [i]power core[/i].... 

[color=00ff66][i]It's safe,[/i][/color] she thought furiously. [color=00ff66][i]If it wasn't safe, Holiday's radiation alarms would be going off.[/i][/color]

And how did one fill a crack in the concrete or fused lunar dust or whatever it was made of?