Day 35: Bus 1

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Sanji woke up groggily to find his nurse already in his room. He gave a sleepy and half-hearted "Buh?" before realizing that nurse meant dayshift, and he'd fallen asleep after dinner.

"Shit!" He sat up abruptly, which gave his nurse a start. "Nami-swan!" How had he allowed himself to sleep through an entire night? What if she'd tried to return to the basement? What if she'd been waiting for him to appear and protect her? He'd let her down!

"There, there. Calm down." His nurse set a familiar flannel shirt down on the bed and Sanji eyed it with confusion. The last time he'd worn that had been... "Sorry I didn't knock or anything, but I was so excited~!" A pair of jeans followed the shirt. "Today is the field trip into town! Aren't you looking forward to it?"

The chef had to admit, the town had been an interesting enough place the last time he'd been. If he could find Nami early on he might even be able to lead her around... So he didn't complain too much as he changed into the other outfit (which he really wished they'd let him keep - anything was better than the regular gray) and was led out to the first of the buses.

He took a seat near the front, hopefully easily visible to any of his crew - especially to a certain member of his crew.

[for Usopp!]

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Junior glanced up to listen to the other man, and nodded as Roy trailed off. "I figured it'd take a bit longer, but I could definitely get measurements for the pieces, if you guys need it that specific, and I can sketch them out individually."

He glanced back down at the journal and tapped his pen against the paper as he thought. He'd have to talk to Usopp again, see about making small pellets or something to use in place of bullets. He'd need to change the barrel accordingly, but if they could make it work...it would just be a matter of making every bullet count. Junior was pretty confident that he could do it...maybe. It would at least help with the larger enemies.

The redhead quickly sketched out a rough outline of the completed thing, drawing a few lines to the side and top of the sketch and writing a few measurements. "This is probably about how big the completed thing would be. What would you say that is in materials?"

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Being able to have every specific detail made the man much more willing to try his hand at this, though Roy still wasn't sure he wanted to make it a habit. Even though he claimed to be tired of making swords every night, at least that was something that was simple and didn't drain him very much. He knew he should have been grateful for the easy tasks when it came down to it, except that in the end he was the one doing the favors.

Looking over the sketch and the measurements, Roy lifted his head slightly, staring at the top of the bus as he tried to picture how it would look and what it would take. "Well, think of it this way. I need as much metal as it would take to make each individual part, though you're going to want to find something strong and sturdy. I'm not so sure what to do about the firing mechanism, but it depends on what kind of ammunition you're using."

There was always the chance that it wouldn't even work, but Junior seemed willing to take the plunge and try it out. Roy wasn't even sure when they would get around to it, considering how many other people he had to get to first, but Junior seemed to realize that it would be a long process.