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After many centuries, the elven city of Prifddinas is coming back to life slowly as the crystal seed that stored all it was, all its inhabitants, all its memories, unravels and grows and stretches into the crater it left behind. It is a joyous time, and not just for the citizenry who were bound up into the seed. Of course, the return of the great capital was a joyous occasion for those who weren't caught up by the city's reversion to a seed, and to their descendants as well. Many of the allies that the Cadarn clan made in Kandarin shared in the joy too.
The return of Priffdinas wasn't so much celebrated up on the moon. Sure, the elves were friendly. But they sure loved portals. Priffdinas was lousy with them. As the city slowly returned, old, long dead teleportation routes started lighting up again, causing a bit of a panic at the Abyssal Services Department. It was just one crisis after another, and no one had the power to stop it or pause it.
Well, almost no one.
That would be why Fairy Fixit is here at Milliways instead of on Zanaris. She has taken over a table on which several old maps and a mix of old and new charts are spread. There is a milkshake too, but not boozy this time. Fixit needs a sharp mind if she is going to figure out a strategy for dealing with this. There are already several ideas scribbled onto her notepad.
The hat is off, letting the plumose antennae that stick out from the top of her blonde haired head to bob freely while she hovers above the charts. Sometimes, it is good for inspiration.
Sometimes distractions are good for that too.
The return of Priffdinas wasn't so much celebrated up on the moon. Sure, the elves were friendly. But they sure loved portals. Priffdinas was lousy with them. As the city slowly returned, old, long dead teleportation routes started lighting up again, causing a bit of a panic at the Abyssal Services Department. It was just one crisis after another, and no one had the power to stop it or pause it.
Well, almost no one.
That would be why Fairy Fixit is here at Milliways instead of on Zanaris. She has taken over a table on which several old maps and a mix of old and new charts are spread. There is a milkshake too, but not boozy this time. Fixit needs a sharp mind if she is going to figure out a strategy for dealing with this. There are already several ideas scribbled onto her notepad.
The hat is off, letting the plumose antennae that stick out from the top of her blonde haired head to bob freely while she hovers above the charts. Sometimes, it is good for inspiration.
Sometimes distractions are good for that too.
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She buzzes closer to Bonnie's table and greets, "Hello! Does that automobile have an engine of some sort in it?"
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She does her thinking out loud, sorry.
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Well, this is definitely a good distraction. Mechanics is a nice change from teleportation hoobawotsits.
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(sheesh, as if they weren't wide enough)
"Really? That would be so awesome!" she exclaims. "What kind of motor?"
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