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Agatha has been in her room for the last week, working on a few design ideas she's had. A lack of on-hand materials and prudency telling her to lock her door each night has kept her persistant sleepwalking under control. She's still wondering why she wakes leaning against the door each morning, but the plans keep her mind occupied.

She enters the bar now, dressed neatly. She takes a seat by Bar to have her dinner, occasionally scribbling something in the margins of the notes she brought with her.

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Enters a Czarnian. And moves to the counter. White skin, red eyes, black leather, and big guns. He takes a seat nearby, and orders Ale.

Agatha is used to Jagers being around, so she's not disturbed by his presence. She does, however, give a curious glance at him, wondering about his construction. She tries to be subtle about it, at least.

Lobo drains the bug of ale in three big gulps... and turns to her with a grin.

"No."

Deep baritone voice.

Agatha shifts back quickly, startled, then adjusts her glasses. Not like the Jagers, really.

"Er. I apologize for bothering you, terribly sorry."

He chuckles. "Nae. Ah mean, whatever yer thinkin 'bout me, most likely, it is a no." A big grin.. rather sharp teeth...

Agatha blinks repeatedly, confused.

"I wasn't actually thinking anything along those lines. From what I've gathered, the vast majority of those here aren't from worlds with any similarity to my own, but you do bear a slight resemblance to certain . . . people who I've known in my world."

"But am not." he chuckles... and offers a big hand. "Lobo."

Agatha shakes it, offering him a smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lobo. I'm Agatha Clay.

"Nice. yer new here?"

"I've been coming here for about one month, though someone I ran into the other day mentioned it had been eleven years since last they saw me. . . either way, the answer is certainly no."

"Been comin' 'ere since a couple months ago meself..."

"I've spent much of that time outside. I've got a job as a lab assistant, though it's one of the least desirable positions I've held."

"i'm a bounty hunter." Big guy, big guns... fitting.

Blink.

Bright smile.

"Ah! You likely work in an area akin to my world's wastlands, then."

Because someone generally less sociable than a Jager wouldn't be welcome in the more civilized areas.

"I work all over the galaxy..." he raises a brow.

Agatha's face brightens further.

"Space travel? You must be employed by quite a powerful Spark."

"I am self-employed... and have mah own bike."

Agatha ponders for a moment how someone like that would get a spacecraft. She decides she doesn't want to know.

"How very entrepenurial of you!"

"Wanna see it?" he grins.

Spacecraft from another dimension. There is inner geeky squee that drives away all thought of self-preservation. There's a reason that Sparks tend to wind up killing themselves off in many cases. The expression on her face is like you told her it's now Christmas and she's getting every single toy she always wanted as a kid but never recieved.

"Why, yes, certainly!"

He chuckles, getting up, and moving to the lake door...

She follows with a manic grin.

And outside, she is introduced to the SpazFrag Spacebike... it LOOKS like a motorbike... but the exausts are rocket boosters, and it simply gleams of high-tech...

Agatha raises a critical eyebrow. It strikes her as the type of shiny that minor rulers like to have to look impressive. She'll need to see the gears before she's sold.

"I think Professor Vogel was working on something similar some time back, but it never made it past the initial testing stage. . ."

Mental gears are turning. Ah, yes, the experiment to reach the Americas, and the history of either falling far too short or going way too far. Tested on the state-allocated convicts.

"Say. You wouldn't happen to have run into a pod of whales with a taste for human flesh, would you?"

"I have run into many things that like human flesh, but no whales." he climbs into the bike. "Hop in."

Agatha has low self-preservation instinct when it comes to nice gizmos. And this will let her get a closer look.

So she does.

She doesn't notice a small clank quietly hop in after her.

She has to hold on to her wits. Lobo turn on the life bubble field, and ZOOM almost stragith up, leaving Milliways and diving into Space.

Agatha was distracted by her examinations, and finds herself grabbing onto something nearby that looks sturdy and not looking like it will activate anything.

That describes Lobo... she is lkucky becuase once they reach space, intertia ceases, and she can straighten up... Lobo just accelerates, zooming away from the End of the Universe

Agatha flails slightly as she realizes this and lets go as soon as possible.

"Er. Where are we going?"

"Nowhere specific... jes' giving ya a taste." really, he sooin makes a wide lazy curve, and starts back.

"Ah. All right."

Agatha relaxes and now returns to poking at anything that doesn't look dangerous.

Boosters, cooling systems, powerplant, fuel cells... VERY elegant design.

She's at the powerplant. Looking way too closely at the fuel source.

"careful neutronium can burn ye badly."

Agatha gives a nod and moves to examining a less volitile portion of it.

Fuel comes dwon from fuel cells bak, to the powerplant... then to the dual turbo-boosters...

Agatha = Geek. Fairly fascinating, but she's not fond of the sleek design.

More as side comment, Lobo starts explaining the basics of annie-plants and plasma boosters... in a very casual tone.

Agatha absorbs it quietly, gathering more from her observations than the explanation alone.

"...then i remade the inner workings a bit here and there, to save fuel and increase thrust."

Okay, that surprised her.

"Very. . . efficient of you."

"hey, ye dont spend a lifetime among machines of destruction without learning some..." he chuckles...

Agatha nods.

"True, but my experiance has shown that most in such a position don't pick up much more than how to keep their vessel in good repair."

"I rebuilt it from nothinmg in two days... several times."

A nod, more respectful this time.

"You did an excellent job of it."

he just grins, zooming down, and landing again...

(slowtimed ooc: Squee! Been out of the bar this week so missed your posts, but glad to see Agatha in the bar! :) )

[OOC:Glad to have her in the bar, I'll be sure to have her in more often.]

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