12920/Whatchoo Doin

Whatchoo Doin
Date of Scene:	29 September 2022
Location:	Atlantic Ocean
Synopsis:	Arthur is nosey. He should mind his own business.
Cast of Characters:	Arthur Curry, Namor

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Arthur Curry has posed:
    It had been several days of curiousity.
    Several days with piqued curiousity that had the Atlantean half-breed watching from afar in one form or another. It was in those waters surrounding the Starport that activity had seemed to grow. A team of engineers actually broke the surface and whatever it was they were working on was more obvious to the casual observer. At first it had just been some hub bub beneath the waves, but once it became above water it drew more attention.
    It also made it much more plausible that Arthur could 'coincidentally' notice and investigate it without it becoming too much of a thing. So at the end of the week, as if it were merely an afterthought, Arthur Curry emerged from the water near the workings of the construction teams, landing upon the metal gantries and walkways near enough to a work crew to be noticed and to address them.
    Most of the people of Atlantis would recognize Arthur on sight, though some would have mixed feelings his popularity amongst them was overall positive. Which is why he seemed to have no qualms about landing in a spray of water in a crouch then rising up to his full height, shaking his head slightly as if to clear it of water before he says. "Hey fellas."
    A pause as he gestures, "Sup?"

Namor has posed:
The workers were an unusual sight for the people who lived on the surface. Thankfully, this area was out-of-sight for them. It was outside the footprint of the Starport, on a side with few to no windows. The more aesthetically pleasing areas would be more likely to draw people for ocean watching during their business there.

At the arrival of the ocean hobo--er, other potential king, the workers paused and turned their helmeted heads his direction to eye him curiously. Most quickly got back to work but a few paused to raise a hand in greeting. Their voices were modulated through the helmets so they could be heard outside.

"You honor us with your visit. Do you need to speak to the project master?" asked one of the men, voice coming out modulated so it could be heard outside the helmet he wore. Basically, he was wearing a diving suit type look. Only this one was designed to keep the water in. It also pumped air into the water through a tank on the back, so they weren't limited on how long they could be above the surface.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Hands on his hips and looking curious, Arthur nods a few times as he looks the project over, noting perhaps the distinct military angle some of it has taken on. He looks back to the man who addressed him and gives another nod though a little more emphatic than the earlier ones.
    "Sure, man." That said he'll start to follow the first fellow in the direction of this project master, waiting until they're under way before he takes a longer look at their surroundings. It's only when they're in the presence of the foreman of the site that he turns back, "Hey." And then he repeats, "What's up?"

Namor has posed:
The site was mostly still the framework this high up, but underwater it was taking on a bit more shape. The workers were bustling in a rush, like minnows startled in the shallows. They were already on a tight time frame and now a royal was coming to check on them so they put on extra effort to show they were doing their best.

The man paused. "Tolar," he said aloud to the man busy chewing out a couple of the workers who had a beam off by 3 centimeters. Then Tolar turned and frowned behind his faceplate upon seeing Arthur. He was a grizzled man meaning he had lived a very very long time. His skin was blue, showing off the white hair and beard even better. He was a barrel chested man who was very good at his job.

"Your highness. What's up is we are trying to get this completed by the deadline. I would like to do it under but not sure that is possible."

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Yeah," Arthur says in that way of his when he wants to seem like he knows what is going on, but doesn't actually. Yet he's got that sort of vague wisdom look to himself as he nods again, so maybe he has some hint. Probably not.
    "That's good," He offers as he looks around the structure in its early stages. A glance is given to the crews working beneath the surface. Some people might think he's just a bit of a dullard, the way he's not committing too much to the conversation, seems out there, a bit off kilter.
    What they don't know is that in that moment he's perceiving the scene through a dozen different points of views from the various creatures that float about the area, giving him a curious amalgamated understanding of what passes. Then for him to focus on Tolar.
    "So Namor gave the orders I reckon." He says, then he adds. "So what is this going to be when you've got all your ducks in a row?"
    Talking to the prince was always an exercise in frustration, what with his colloquialisms for the surface world. Exactly what you'd expect from a half-breed.

Namor has posed:
And that had Tolar staring at him for a long moment. "Ducks in a row?"

"He means when you have it all lined up," came a young voice from the side. At a glance, it was a young man who may have just barely reached adulthood. He was smiling largely behind his mask at Arthur.

"Well then why not just say that?" Tolar grumbled. Then he looked to Arthur as well. "Yes, the King's orders. This will provide additional protection for the Starport since there seems to have been an issue with a security breach recently. A spaceship escaping. King Namor was very displeased and intends it not to happen again. These armaments will be a mix of tech and sorcery," he added proudly.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Ah." Arthur says.
    Then a moment passes and he nods again, "Ah."
    "Hnh." He adds to his verbose speculation, now lightly chewing on his lower lip as his eyes narrow, gaze drifting across the way as he takes the measure of their surroundings. His head tilts to the side as his eyebrows climb as if accepting the possibility that this might be indeed that thing explained to him. Another few nods before he says.
    "Have you guys been in contact with the Starport security teams and all that to integrate it, or is this more just an Atlantis thing?"

Namor has posed:
At the noises coming from Arthur,, Toolar seemed a bit anxious. He glanced over at the teams working, obviously wanting to get back to it. "I build. I don't run it. I have no idea what has or hasn't been discussed," he finally gruffed when the question was asked.

"Lachar did." Again that young man who seemed tickled pink that he was talking to Arthur.

"He did? How do you know?" Tolar asked.

The redheaded boy stepped closer, looking from the foreman to Arthur. "Well, he told Lilatia who is dating Acnon who is best friends with my brother Keien. Keien told me. Said that the only thing they asked from the Starport is if there is an attack, Atlantis be notified too. That way we can help! But technically it is just us, that's why it is out here away from the Starport."

Tolar narrowed eyes at the boy and then looked back to Arthur.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "That's interesting," Arthur finally says as he gives a nod, then gestures toward the redheaded Atlantean, "Thanks, kid." Which has him turning and starting to walk away from Tolar and his team. He turns around to start walking backwards and adds, "Keep up the good work, fellas. Appreciate chewing the fat."
    As he says that he snaps a quick salute then turns and /leaps/ off the side of the platform and into the water, disappearing with barely a splash and speeding off with little further ado.