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Jim nicked a table out of the bar today, but he's only borrowing it, promise! It's currently on the lawn out back with his laptop set up on it, wired up to a box of indeterminate purpose. But he's currently ignoring the technical aspects of this experiment in favour of making his drone do loop-the-loops, skidding around invisible corners in the air, and basically acting like a kid with a flying toy.

He wants to make sure bits don't fall off, OK? And maybe he's showing Sameth what it can do too, and no more so when he makes it flip upside down, and swoop down to hover an inch from Sameth's nose.

'Looks like the balance isn't affected by your stuff. Do you want a go while I check the computer program?'

For Science obviously, Sameth. Not because it's fun. At all.

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"I know it wouldn't be," He laughs as the drone flies, its a wonderful device, "Yes, please."

He smiles at that - he likes it when people have confidence int heir work - and takes hold of thing with one hand, while he holds out the remote to Sameth with the other.

'Don't crash it.'

He just has to check the information it's sending back to his computer, and if it's all coming through then he is totally ready to see what the limits of this place are.

Stealthily, stealthily, a small robotic purple crab is stealing its way up the table leg to investigate the primitive human electronics on display.

Sameth knows what he's good at and that's making things, "I won't."

The controls make sense and he's been watching Jim.

Oh, look! There's a...thing going near his computer. No no no, small purple crab. A good portion of Europe's gun-running, extortion rackets and turf wars are organised on that machine. No touching!

Which is to say, Jim has just come over to check some calibrations and plucks the thing off the table leg as soon as he spots it.

'What are you, then?' he says to it, in an attempt to play nice before he crushes it with his primitive human boot.

Sam gently lands the drone and glances over, then comes closer, "Oh, that's well made. I think its a robot, but I can't see any seams."

It waggles its legs plaintively, and its eyes light up. A faint diffuse glow fills the air around them; like shining a flashlight into a well and illuminating nothing in particular.

These things are ridiculously easy really, considering the stuff that can be done with them if you have the inclination. Jim's actually looking forward to the time when they're common playthings for regular people, because it'll be so much easier to use one and not have it be a novelty.

'OK, this is picking everything up fine.'

He turns away from his computer, flicks a few buttons on the control box, and glances over to Sameth.

'I want to know how high the forcefield is to start with, and how far it extends around us. But I might have to do that another day, and borrow a bike from the garage or something.'

He's not walking along ten miles of lake or mountain to keep the thing in range, and sight. He doesn't trust Milliways not to break the thing if he just sends it off and hopes for the best.

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'You haven't seen it before?'

Sameth's been coming longer than he has. He turns it over in his fingers to see if there's a panel to open to get at the insides. Because that's his first reaction to anything, robotic or human.

There is a white cat sitting on the top of one of the garden fence posts.

It r srs post. It r srs cat.

Or something.

He does look intrigued, watching the drone be put through its paces.

"I might have but I don't remember who's it is," The crab does seem familiar, but he can't think of who its connected to.

Sameth feels Yrael before seeing him and waves, "Hello, Yrael."

"A horse would keep up well and no matter how far you go, you loop back. The forcefield probably reflects that,"

They are and since many of Sam's own creations work along the same general idea as remote control, it makes sense to him.

Jim glances up from his computer when he hears the name. He's heard it here before. And yep, as advertised, that's a white cat.

He just nods at him, curious as to whether he'll introduce himself or just...pretend to be a cat. Which he can respect! He himself is currently pretending to English, geeky, and harmless.

There are tiny legs, or maybe clamps, in the underside, as if it was designed to dock with something. It makes a whirring chirp of protest at being turned upside and makes a few feinting snips at his fingers with its tiny claws.

The sphere of faint radiance surrounding them seems to move slightly without going anywhere, then stablizes; gyroscopes.

'A horse. Yeah.'

God, does he have to? He does know how to ride - or rather, he did a long time ago, and hasn't been near one since - but he'd rather not.

Though it'd be worth it to go back to the stables and see if people immediately stress about his intentions. That's always funny.

'I heard that it loops back, but I don't know what technology - or magic, or whatever it is - would allow that.'

And he would love to know. Hell yes.

'Oi. Stop it.'

Not that it's actually pinched him, but manners, little thing! He doesn't like this weird light. In his experience, things don't light up for no reason.

'Where's the rest of you, then?'

He shows the clamps to Sameth. There's clearly another part it fits to.

And just for the snipping claws, he leaves it upside down.

"Prince Sameth," answers the cat-shaped thing evenly, not taking his gaze from the drone. Like a cat watching a moth fluttering enticingly out of reach.

"I suppose if anyone could manage to successfully meld Charter Magic with technology that relies on electricity, it would be you. One would generally expect that thing to be husk of rusting metal, by now." Too close to the Old Kingdom, and guns won't fire and engines die. Even mere machine-made materials from Ancelstierre generally don't survive contact with the Charter long. "What does it do?"

"And who is your friend?" An afterthought.

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"I don't know either but I imagine its probably reflected in what's above, ways to keep people from going too far,"

For Sameth's riding's the most natural way to get anywhere other than walking.

Sameth doesn't like that light and considers the clamps, "Maybe in the sand, crabs like sand."

"The Charter magic isn't touching the electronics, that's why its working. This is Jim. He built the drone, I only added a few things to it,"

The carbon fiber body is imbued with Marks to keep it flying stable and to hold together better with reinforcements around the cameras. At the front is the magic detector that looks like a comb, one tooth is glowing faintly gold at Yrael's presence. He did everything he could to not place any Charter within an inch or two of the electronics, but he'll only know how well it works when its pushed to an extreme.

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The robot crab lashes out and succeeds in pinching the shit out of a finger. Simultaneously, a 3-D highly choreographed full color CGI space battle erupts out of the air around them, complete with the kind of tooth-rattling THX sound you don't actually ever get in space.

If dropped, the crab will scurry defensively under the table. An impossibly deep and gravelly voice rumbles out In a WORLD... before the noise and graphics vanish suddenly.

He does drop it when the space battle starts, the noise of it a totally unexpected assault on the ears. And is annoyed at himself for reacting, because while he likes being surprised, he doesn't like himself behaving the way any boring person would.

'Little bastard,' he says mildly, looking at his finger. Whatever. He immediately drops to all fours to crawl under the table to catch the bugger. That was some nice defence tactics. He's interested now!

Sameth jumps and in a second is holding a Mark in his hand before the crab is gone, "Charter!"

This cat is arrogant, and a bit rude. Jim is intrigued!

But he nods awkwardly, as if subdued by Yrael's superior attitude. This whole persona is one of clumsy ineptitude, except when he's working - Jim from IT is allowed to be good at tech stuff, as if it's his whole identity. But socially he sucks, and particularly when someone is clearly more powerful.

(Behind his eyes, he's remembering what Lecter said about the creature, and is dying to know more.)

'Hello.'

His gaze is drawn to the glowing tooth. It has to be because of Yrael, because it wasn't doing that a minute ago. And the computer program is spiking in a way he's never seen before, mainly because it's never dealt with trying to record magical energy.

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