“Virgil?”
He sighed, slammed the wrench down on Two’s hull and grabbed another one. “Yes, Gordon, what do you want now?”
“No need to be snappy there, bro.”
“Gordon, my ‘bird is currently floating in the Pacific with her engines full of water. In what way do you think this would put me in a good mood?”
“You have Penny on board.”
“What?”
“What is she doing right now?”
“Uh, helping Scott clean sand out of the intakes. Why?”
“Oh, just interested.”
Can you be interested silently? But he didn’t say it. A calming breath and he dove back into the hatch. The sun near the equator was expectedly hot, and in a breach of protocol, he had removed his baldric, stashed it nearby for the comm signal, and unzipped the top half of his uniform. He would have loved to throw the whole thing off, but safety concerns, a frowning Scott and, of course, the Penny presence vetoed that.
But man, it would be nice to be cool.
His girl was swamped with water and she wasn’t going to fly until that water was flushed out and all her engines checked and double checked. As it was it was likely they would have to airlift her back to the Island using the heavy-duty pods that had dragged her space-damaged carcass out of the ocean last time. It had taken a week to clean her out.
Thunderbird Two was not a submarine.
“So, she was a good co-pilot?”
“Yes, Gordon.”
“Reckon she might come out of rescues?”
“Why?”
“Maybe she wants to become a more active member of International Rescue?”
“Say that to her face and you are likely to lose yours. In no way is Lady Penelope inactive.”
“Uh, you might have a point.” A sigh. “So, what do you think of Penny?”
“Gordon, I’m not going to gossip about your girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend!”
“But you wouldn’t mind if she was.”
“Um...”
“Obvious, Gordo, obvious.”
“You have a point.”
“Ask her out and put us out of our misery.”
“Hey, timing, Virg. It isn’t like I can escort her anywhere at the moment.”
“You don’t have to, Gordon, or haven’t you noticed that, she has been on Tracy Island more since you were injured than she has in the past ten years?”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Ask her out, Gordon. Use one of the hoverbikes and take her down to your favourite beach for a picnic. I’ll even tie up Alan for you.” He swapped wrenches again. Damn, this vent was being stubborn. He whacked it and narrowly missed his thumb, but the housing shifted and he was finally able to open the access.
“Ugh, crap.”
“What?”
“Mulched sea life in the aft dorsal vent.”
“Mulched?”
“Well, if you went through the forward intake, you’d come out mulched too. Two is not a submersible.”
“You keep saying that, yet you didn’t hesitate to take her under.”
“I had good reason.”
“Yes, an older brother who wouldn’t listen to his resident aquanaut.” Gordon’s voice took on a frustrated tone. “If he had just waited, we wouldn’t have had the problem.”
“Scott was just anxious.”
“Virgil, if I had done that you would be ripping me a new one.”
A swallow. Gordon was right. There was a stern discussion to be had in the future. But the hope regarding their father was like a light at the end of the tunnel and it shone everything else into insignificance.
“We need to focus on Dad right now.”
“I will be as happy as you to find Dad, Virgil, but I don’t want to lose the brothers I have in the process.”
He put the wrench down and it clattered against Two’s hull. Gordon was right. Scott had been in some serious danger of never getting out of that sludge. Alan and Kayo were lucky to be alive. They had almost lost a Thunderbird to the Chaos Crew. And Thunderbird Two...both he and Penny had been at risk.
All for just the chance of more information.
“You have a point.”
“I know I do.”
Perhaps they had been a bit obsessed. But the chance, Dad needing their help, stranded so far away. Could he still be alive? This could be the rescue of their lives. But at what risk? Gordon had been stuck at home watching all of them cheat death on a simple hope.
That capsule still sat snug in the module and had yet to reveal whether it was all worth it.
Virgil bit his lip. “Dad might be still alive.”
“I really hope so. I really do, Virg. Just don’t do anything stupid and keep that eldest brother of ours from killing himself in the process.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“I know you will.” A pause. “Just sucks to be me at the moment.”
“Should I leave Penny with you next time?”
“You’d need to tie her to the chair, Virg. As you said, she’s not one to sit and watch.”
“Neither are you.”
Silence from the comms for the first time in a long time. Virgil sighed. “Ask her out, Gords. If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll say yes.”
“Yeah, maybe.” But his brother’s tone said the absolute opposite.
Looks like he would be pulling out some kind of motivational speech for his little brother in the near future. Who thought Gordon would ever need motivation of any kind? The aquanaut was usually a power source for the rest of them.
“Think about it, bro. She’d be the luckiest woman on the planet.”
“Heh.” A pause. “So, what wildlife did you puree? Got enough for identification?” That was an obvious subject change if he’d ever heard one. Okay, if that is how he wanted to play it.
“I’m thinking squid.” He reached in and grabbed a pile of jellied mush in his fortunately gloved hand and held it up so his holoreceiver could grab it. “What do you think? Look like something for dinner?”
“You took out a squid? You keep that killing green behemoth out of my ocean, Virgil.”
“Hey, it’s not like she did it on purpose.”
“Can you bring it closer?” There was a frown in his brother’s voice.
Virgil complied. Pieces of the slush slid down his arm and splashed on his undershirt. “Gross.”
“Uh, Virgil, put it down now.”
“What?”
“That’s not squid. That’s jellyfish.”
The sludge landed with a splat on Two’s hull. It left residue all over his glove and arm and shirt. “Shit!”
“Tell me you didn’t get it on your skin, Virgil. Stinger cells don’t puree.”
“Damnit!”
“Virgil!”
The gloves were tossed, the uniform followed in the most awkward undressing he had ever managed. His boots were stumbled off even more awkwardly. But nothing could hide the sudden tingling on his chest. Goddamnit, so stupid!
“Virgil, talk to me! I’m sending Scott up.”
“I’m okay. Just stupid.”
“TB4’s packs have some sting neutralising spray. I’m notifying Scott.”
His undershirt was flung onto the hull. He was never going to live this down. The tingling was fast becoming painful. A lovely array of welts outlining where the sludge had soaked through his shirt was appearing on his chest. “Unbelievable!”
“Virgil?” Scott appeared up through the forward hatch. “What the hell?”
“It was an accident.”
Of course, Penelope just had to follow his brother. So here he was standing in his undershorts on top of his bird in the middle of the ocean for all nearby female aristocrats to see.
Neither his brother or their London agent appeared to care in the slightest as they clambered across Two’s hull to reach him. “What happened? Gordon said you came in contact with a jellyfish?” Scott dumped a medkit on the hull and, opening it, pulled out a bottle of the sting spray. “Do we know what kind?”
Virgil grit his teeth. Yes, it was definitely hurting now. “Scan the slush. Just don’t touch it.”
“Send the readings to me and I’ll do the identification.” Gordon voice had lost any and all joviality.
Penny fished the scanner from Scott’s kit and did as the aquanaut asked.
“Virg?” Scott approached him with care. “Where and how bad?”
“Chest and bad enough.”
The spray was heaven on earth. Scott drenched him liberally in the chemical foam. “Anywhere else?”
“No, that little bit was enough.” Virgil let a breath out.
“Any sign of additional symptoms? C’mon, sit down, just in case.”
With a frustrated sigh, Virgil parked himself crosslegged on Two’s warm hull a decent distance from the slush scattered around the vent hatch. He glared at it. “Revenge from beyond the grave.”
“Got it.” Gordon’s voice held relief even before he spouted the needed information. “You’ve been Cannonballed, Virg.”
“What?”
“Cannonball Jellyfish. Stomolophus meleagris. You must have hit a swarm because that pile of slush makes up more than one. And don’t worry, not deadly. Usually a mild sting, but can get nasty in your eyes. I suspect that you’re really feeling it, because you’re playing with the pureed version.”
“Great.” Well, at least he wasn’t dying.
“Source says a few hours of ouch and the next day lots of itch.”
“Fantastic.” Just to make dragging his girl out of the ocean that little bit more entertaining. A put-upon sigh.
“Sit for a minute while I pump some seawater up here and wash off the living dead jellyfish.” Scott wasn’t smiling, but since it was clear now that Virgil wasn’t going to keel over on him, he could relax just a little.
“Fine.”
Penny looked up and smiled at him. It was a kind smile, despite his predicament.
He let his shoulders drop. At least the sun was warm and the breeze gentle as they danced across his shoulder blades. In a minute he would wash the mess off his chest, apply some anaesthetic cream, don a clean uniform and get back to work. But for the moment he was content to sit and watch Scott scrub down his ‘bird.
“Gordon?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ll leave the water rescues to you from now on.”
His little brother laughed over the comms. “Aww, Virg, but you did so well.”
“Hmph.” A smirk. “Penny says hi.” The blonde woman looked up at him in question.
“Virgil!”
“Yes, little bro?”
“Watch it.”
“Well, she’s now seen me in my underwear and she makes a great co-pilot...”
“As if she’d look at you twice.”
“Oh, I don’t know. She’s looking at me quite bit at the moment.” He grinned at her.
“No flexing your pecs, you hulk.”
If was Virgil’s turn to laugh. “You are aware I have you on speaker, aren’t you?”
“Shit!”
Penny’s laugh was as delicate as she.
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:O can you tell us about your How To Do My Job document? I need to make one and I have no idea how to break it down
keep in mind that my advice is very specific to my very specific job, which for many normal people with normal jobs reads like going back in time to an age before computers. it's stupid. so how applicable is this to other people? i don't know.
i have a onenote binder full of notes which i also print out and keep in a physical binder that says HOW TO DO MY JOB. i write everything as if i might wake up tomorrow with amnesia and need to hide this from everyone. my goal is that if i disappear into the woods tomorrow a sufficiently competent person could pick up right where i left off. if they can't find a sufficiently competent person that's a them problem.
step one is to break your job duties down into categories (for example mine are accounts payable, payroll, receipting/reconciliation, general ledger, and The Website)
second, break them down into how often they need to get done
actually wait, opposite of that maybe. i don't know. i don't think the order matters. the categories are for your actual notes/binder, the dates/times are for the breakdowns.
i have a master "to do list" page that i keep on hand that looks like:
Daily:
Check voicemail
Check email for invoices
Check bank accounts for entries for the reconciliation sheet
Check for EFT receipts
Enter deposit slips into the reconciliation sheet
Sort invoices
Enter ready invoices into AP system
Weekly:
Monday: AP (first and third), Payroll (every other), EMS reports
Tuesday: AP Filing, Payroll
Wednesday: Payroll
Thursday: Payroll Filing, Reconciliation
Friday: Building Schedule, Agenda
Monthly:
Print Statements [1st]
Utility Ledger [approx 5th]
etc etc etc very boring whatever i just want to give you an idea of what my list looks like. it includes shit that seems obvious like 'check voicemail' because i will absolutely forget to look at my phone. especially if i'm busy with a specific task that does not involve phones or email. an easy way is to just go through your day and write down every single dumbass thing you do if it's something you have to do regularly.
then in my to-do app i have each item broken down into a summary checklist, even the things that don't seem like they should need a checklist. i'm talking like
Check voicemail:
If the light is red on the phone, hit the voicemail button
The password is XXX#
Write down anyone that needs a call back
To forward a voicemail hit the forward button and then the extension number
Delete anything you don't need ASAP or it will sit there forever
Check email:
Open Thunderbird
Check for urgent emails from department heads requiring a response
Download any invoices and print two copies, one to hold and one to forward to the correct dept head
etc etc etc boring stuff, i didn't do these all at once, i'd pick one at a time to add checklists to while i was doing them because that makes it easier to figure out what the steps are.
THEN in onenote i took those checklists and added even more clarification wherever possible, such as screenshots of software at each stage of the process, copies of different reports and forms with different colored highlights to indicate which reports numbers go where on which forms, etc
for instance on my payroll checklist i might have one item be "check that the first employee is still present", which on my extremely detailed checklist looks like this instead:
so i'm not just explaining what i'm doing, i'm explaining why i'm doing it, and the reasons if applicable. sometimes my reasons are 'you don't actually have to do this is you're not worried about the above'.
or like, that above one about deleting the voicemails, i might have a sub-point of "our phone system is old and busted and the supervisor never deletes his voicemails so it's up to the rest of us to keep storage from filling up". because understanding why you're doing things is important.
shift+win+s to copy screenshots of software and then pasting them into onenote is a lifesaver
the cover of my binder also specifies that there is a more up-to-date resource in onenote on my profile but the chances of anyone at this particular employer being able to use that are nil
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When watching the first 11 episodes of Thunderbirds series 1, it's worth paying close attention to the radio equipment behind Jeff's desk, as it provides a clue as to which scenes were filmed for the original 25 minute versions of the episodes and which were filmed later to extend them to 50 minutes.
Originally, the radio equipment was unlabelled, and appeared in this form for the first 16 episodes (Trapped in the Sky to Edge of Impact.) When watching the first 11 episodes (Trapped in the Sky to Brink of Disaster), if you see the equipment in this form, that means it's footage shot for the original 25 minute cut of the episode.
During filming of Desperate Intruder, which was the 17th episode of series 1 in production order, the radio equipment was modified by the addition of a label reading "Auto Transmission Unit". This label is black with white lettering and appears in Desperate Intruder and 30 Minutes After Noon, plus additional material for Sun Probe, The Uninvited and Operation Crash-Dive, indicating that the additional footage for those episodes were shot at the same time as Desperate Intruder and 30 Minutes After Noon. Compare the two screenshots from Operation Crash-Dive below. In the left screenshot, there's no label, meaning that scene was shot for the original 25 minute cut, while the label can be seen in the right screenshot, indicating that it was additional material shot later to extend the episode.
After filming of 30 Minutes After Noon, the radio equipment underwent another modifiction.
The black label was replaced with a silver plaque with black lettering prior to the filming of The Imposters, and appeared in this form throughout The Imposters, The Man from MI.5, Cry Wolf, Danger at Ocean Deep, The Duchess Assignment and Attack of the Alligators, plus additional material for City of Fire, Vault of Death and Move-And You're Dead.
Prior to the filming of The Cham-Cham, the radio equipment underwent yet more modifications, with the Auto Transmission Unit plaque replaced by one reading "Auxiliary Controls" and a pair of red lights labelled as "Security Alert" added to the console. These modifications appeared in The Cham-Cham and Security Hazard, plus additional material filmed for Martian Invasion, which was shot simultaneously with Security Hazard.
So to sum up, paying close attention to the radio equipment will reveal which scenes come from the original 25 minute cuts of the first 11 episodes and which were filmed later to extend them to 50 minutes. If you can see the Auto Transmission Unit/Auxiliary Controls labels, then it's additional material.
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