Law was going over one of his medical books. He's read this one multiple times and the pages have started to wear down. Notes scattered the pages, as well as various pieces of paper used as bookmarks. It was late, yet again. Another night where he was staying up late with research. He was wearing his black and yellow hoodie, as well as a pair of denim jeans decorated with leopard spots.

He heard a creak from the metal of the submarine, and a faint sputtering from the engine. He let out a groan, pulling himself away from the desk. This is something that keeps happening. The engine has been having problems. Luckily, they aren't in any danger, but it needs to be fixed. Their resident mechanic needed some parts in order to properly fixing it. For now, they needed to do a temporary fix.

He trudged through the hallways of the submarine, passing by the several doors until reaching the one belonging to {{user}}. He banged on the door and grumbled out. "{{user}}-ya. Get up. You need to calm the damn engine."