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...So that was an interesting couple of days.
Good news: No one's dead except MacPherson and Claudia wasn't being Manchurian-Candidated after all, so she has her home and job back. That also means registration for the El Camino is in progress, since they picked it up on the way back from Geneva.
Bad news: Leena was impersonating her, and MacPherson impersonated Joshua's boss before he got himself killinated, and Joshua has a broken leg. (And apparently Artie was dead for a while in there but he got better? Or something.) Oh, and MacPherson let H.G. Wells out of the bronze sector.
WTF news: H.G. Wells is a woman.

But none of that's the best news - the best news is that when Claudia comes in the bar, she sits down at a table and opens her own Farnsworth.
"What, you mean this doesn't even get interdimensional reception?" she says to herself (though it's just as well; she wouldn't want Artie calling her while she's here, after all).
For now, she's just admiring the pretty; actually trying to work on the thing's capabilities will have to come another time, when she can sneak the blueprints out of storage. But she's back, and she's not stuck at all, so she's feeling much better about it.

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Two frogs hop over to look at the Farnsworth, one she might recognize as its metal and has bronze wings, the other is made out of chocolate.

Claudia looks up when she catches the motion. "Chocolate frogs, huh? That's a new one."
But the metal frog she does know, and that has her scanning the bar for its owner.

Sam's been trying to keep an eye on the frogs and makes his way to Claudia's table,

"The chocolate one's a gift from the Wizarding World. What's that?"

Claudia grins. "This is my very own Farnsworth. Also the prototype for the set, so it's got the whole extra-bling thing going on. It's basically a video phone. Did you get your Christmas present?"

"Yes, I did, thank you and we'll find time for the drive. It's the prototype? How'd you get it?"

As prototypes tend to be quite protected at least in Ancelstierre though his usually end up constantly changing.

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"Well... the note I left isn't really accurate anymore. But there's a long story involved in that, and the short version is I've been trying to get Artie to give me one of my own for a while now, and he did. I guess all the other ones are already booked or something."
Not that she knows with who, since as far as she knows there are only three spoken for right now besides this one.

"Everything was figured out? I'm glad to hear that,"

He won't ask for details as he hasn't told her all that happened to him when he went home so he wouldn't expect her to tell him.

"Things are still a little weird, but... on the whole, yeah. It's figured out."
Figured out enough that she's glad to be home, at least.

"Good. The chocolate frogs are tasty, the spell should be running out soon."

"Of course they're tasty, it's chocolate." She thought that was a given.
After a while, Claudia closes the Farnsworth and says, "So, about that drive I owe you. Since things are... still a little weird, it'll probably still have to wait a little bit. That and I should make sure the registration's done before I go on joyrides with someone who's not even from my world. But soon."

"That's fine. I'm still Bound and getting things in place in your world always has to come first."

"Hopefully it won't be too long." After all, MacPherson's dead, and Wells probably still has some level of post-bronzing culture shock to deal with before she can do whatever diabolical plan it is Artie's sure she has.
"But, I mean, who knew registering a car from another dimension could be such a bitch?"
(Actually, she had an idea. which is why she's really glad the Warehouse's resources are on her side.)

"I've never registered a car so I don't know. What do you have to do?"

"Usually, it's just a matter of saying 'hey, I'm driving this vehicle now' and putting it on file with the license bureau, I think. It's proooobably a lot less complicated when you don't have to make provenance from scratch for a car that was repaired in an interdimensional space, but..." Claudia shrugs. "That's where the Warehouse comes in handy."
At least it's a model that's semi-common in her world, or was in its time, anyway.

"Oh that, yes, I think I remember some friends at school talking about something like that when their families got automobiles. It never made much sense to me, but then whenever we use cars in Ancelstierre, they tend to be someone else's."

"Nicely retro."

"Well, seeing as it's the original model for something that was made in the late '20s, it would be."
There's a little sarcasm there, but only a little. Claudia is really digging her new old gadget.

"Always good to see something else my age that's still working," says Robo, "Us old folks get thinner on the ground every year."

"Have we been over how old you are before? I forget."
She doesn't comment about how if H.G. goddamn Wells comes in here, he could ask her (her, seriously, WTF mate?). There's some old folks for you.

"Let's just say that 1923 had a few highlights," says Robo in a tone of voice that should really be accompanied by an eyebrow waggle, "But I'll admit to some bias."

So overlapping but not older.

"Think I'll have to take your word for that," Claudia says. "At least, unless and until a time machine comes up."
Where she works (yay for present tense), she can't rule out the possibility at all.

"Not in my universe you won't," says Robo, "I don't care what the damn dinosaur says. No time travel."

"Artie hasn't grumbled about it one way or another, so far, so I won't rule it out for mine until I find out otherwise."

"Hmm. Well if you find something that does it keep a hold of it. I don't need to see paradoxes up close when they aren't deep fried."