( Nate is absolutely right; that earring was a spur of the moment intoxicated decision which they accomplished using a safety in and, for some reason, an apple. It got infected, his mother rolled her eyes at him, he took it out and it closed up within a week or two. As it turns out even Teen Ian was not an earring guy.

His lips quirk up involuntarily at the nudge to his shoulder, and while he has plenty of opinions on why exactly Nate won't be joining them in Hell, he'll save them for later. )

I didn't explore the whole thing, I didn't wanna ruin the novelty, but... Out of the ones I've seen?

( A little nod of his head toward the doorway; c'mon. They double back so he can steer them through another passage two doors down. It transitions from sunshine and stone to a gradual aquatic blue, sunlight reflecting off water dancing on the ceiling. It's one of the larger exhibits, and depending on your perspective, maybe the least visually appealing. He likes it anyway, not because of the aquatic theme that might possibly appeal to Mr. Salvage Diver.

It's the spectacular marvel of failed flawless engineering, the sunken remains of the Titanic. )

It had three engines. Two four-cylinder steam engines and one low pressure Parsons turbine. The four-cylinders were sixty three feet and they each weighed more than seven hundred tons. A hundred and fifty nine coal furnaces. It was kind of genius, actually. The combination required way less fuel for way more power than just using one or the other. The whole ship's design and execution was actually perfect. No faults. No flaws. In the end, that didn't matter in the fucking slightest.

( Maybe he sounds a little too upbeat about that considering the less than optimistic conclusion in his tangent, but... it's kind of a lesson. It makes a profound point, if you think about it.

Like two idiots on a cliff in the rain, sometimes problems are just completely out of your hands. )