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buried deep within there's a human

WHO: Chloe Price and YOOOOOOOOOOOU
WHAT: Catch all for May
WHEN: ... May
WHERE: Anywhere and everywhere
NOTES: I feel like Chloe's a generic warning unto herself, but expect swears and innuendo and I'll warn in subject lines for anything that could be worse.

i. my mind's lost in bleak visions (the docks; cw for alcohol use)

When things went crazy at home, Chloe had always gone to the lighthouse. Here, the docks seemed like the closest thing. A place she could sit that was above the water enough to not worry about getting wet, but close enough to stare out over the waves and feel a little more grounded. She didn't know why water was so calming, but it was about all she had to grasp to and she wasn't in the mood to analyze it too deeply because of that.

Normal people might have gone to their friends to confide in the frustrations she had over everything; the growing resentment she felt for being othered as a Rifter, the anger at the propositions being made, the overwhelming exhaustion that came from being distrusted simply because she existed no matter what world she was in. Chloe, however, was taking comfort from a bottle because talking to people was just... hard. Old habits never disappeared no matter how much she tried to change her outlook on life.

So she was sitting near the edge of an empty dock, feet dangling off the edge, bottle in hand, staring out and waiting to see if anyone yelled at her to leave. She was content to stay there long as she was allowed, though - at least until it got too close to curfew and she'd have to trudge back to her room, but that was more than a ways off.

ii. limbs lost to dead weight stake (gallows)

When she wasn't drowning her sorrows down by the docks, Chloe was looking for distractions. She didn't have enough money for shopping distractions to say the least and she was avoiding any research work like the plague while she tried to sort out her emotions, which meant that she was instead looking for them in the only thing she had left; art and mechanics.

When focused on her art, Chloe could be found sitting just about anywhere, paper and charcoal in hands, or homemade paint beside her with a brush instead, making sure to try and capture sketches of the views around her, or pushing out sketches for art that could be used in protest, or if someone were to come by at just the right moment, they might catch her making portraits of a certain elf who had managed to capture her heart and went by the name of Fern.

And when focused on mechanics, she was sitting with a stored broken cart that she had procured months prior, scrap metal beside her, trying to see if she could make a simple engine from the spare parts. Nothing fancy, certainly not enough to make a car, but maybe enough to make pushing heavy loads a bit easier for one person who didn't have a lot of muscle. It was slow going, a good deal of failure and a lot of forehead wrinkling, but it at least kept her mind and her hands busy on something that didn't make her particularly enraged.

iii. take me out of this place i'm in (wild card)

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The walk around the Gallows was necessary. He didn't know what to think about this entire situation with the blood tracking devices. Poe didn't like it one bit but what could he really do about it? When the time came there was plenty that seemed that could riot but would that be the best course of action? He had seen how a mutiny went down back home but here he didn't know anyone or the Inquisition all that well. He's finally understanding all of the names of places.

Poe could see someone up ahead but didn't think anything of it at first. Not until he could hear things that sounded almost familiar. He picked up the pace a bit wanting to encounter where ever it was.

When he crosses paths with Chloe's, he looks at the cart before at her. There's a growing smile on his lips. He comes up to the side of the cart but away from Chloe to give her space. He's mostly wanting to get a look at what she has going on. "This is amazing. You've put in a lot of work. What do you think is giving you the trouble?" He sort of wants to know how it's made but maybe he could bother her about that after.

She hadn't expected someone to come up to her while she was working - maybe it was because she was just getting used to natives ignoring her and the rifters were such smaller numbers, it wasn't likely that they'd come up and say hello too often. So her head shot up in surprise when she hears his voice, having mostly been involved in trying to tighten a newly placed bolt instead of focusing on whether or not someone might have been approaching her.

There's a snort, though, when the question registers, and she gives the make-shift beginnings of an engine a frustrated shove. "More like what isn't," she said a little bitterly. "I'd watched a couple videos back home on how to make a combustion engine using hardware parts and I thought since this place had, well - most of the basics, it'd be a little easier, y'know? But fuck me, I guess." She'd paid extra to have the proper length pipes made, clearly, since she'd no welding experience in her life, but she was starting to realize she was going to have to fashion her own gears too. But she was sure some stranger didn't care much about that. "Or... maybe you don't know. I don't know."

He should have been more careful not knowing if she was working on something major. The parts are different from what he would see from an engine that could fly. Speeders, pod racing engines, anything in that kind all hover but they all have similar parts.

"It's a lot of moving parts I'm sure. I have only seem wood and steel." Poe doesn't look too sure on those terms at first. He knows that the culture life here is way different. Plus he's not sure who are rifters and natives yet. Even if so, he would try to be friendly towards everyone. If they don't play nice, he doesn't have to either. "I fly ships. I know what goes into engines that can fly. But, I'm sure if you figured out which part or parts are off you can modify it to the way it needs. I can provide a hand. Maybe all you need is another pair of eyes."

Her eyes light up just slightly when he starts talking about flying ships - it means that he's at least from a world that knows what an engine is and that in itself seems to be a rarity around here. A world with technology that lets ships fly instead of just airplanes would be amazing to pry about; she'd have to save note to do so later.

"If you know any engine that's better than nothing. I just wanna make a basic external combustion one - nothing fancy, just enough to get the carts to maybe move on their own. I've got it connected to the wheels so that once I get the engine itself to move, it'll turn right. External seemed like a better idea than internal since I doubt there's gonna be fuel just lying around in this place. But..." She trailed off, before motioning for him to take a seat beside her if he wanted to take a look.

"I think I'd have to make a couple of custom bolts and gears, which I've got no idea how to do. Another Rifter told me she was trying for her own weaponry upgrades though." Maybe she could talk Rey into teaching her how.

There's a moment he's not sure if he said the right thing or not. But he could see then that she totally knew what he was talking about. He's been waiting to find people who would understand what he was saying. It's hard to talk about technology when others didn't quite know. Describing it had been difficult at times. He wasn't sure how to explain the ships he's used to. Metal with an engine but much much more complex. Chloe can ask him all about the ships later. He would be more than happy to talk about that.

"You mean, you don't want the carts to go faster once they get moving?" He grins while knowing he could probably help her to get them moving at a greater speed than when it first starts off. "If there's no fuel or nothing that can be substituted for fuel external should be doable. It may take a lot of work and figuring out all the kinks. Nothing is easy, but it'll be worth it in the end." Poe takes the offered seat so he can look at everything. It's what he does with any vehicle to get a feel for it, the controls were normally the first thing.

"You may have to do that. Oh yeah? Maybe if she figured something out, if she's willing to help, asking her might not be a bad thing. I didn't know weaponry upgrades were a thing. But I guess you can't rule out everything." He hasn't been around long enough to figure out everything himself. Poe wouldn't know how to make a bolt, but there had to be something similar or substitute for it. Even if it's with nails, it's just a matter of placement.

His question gets a laugh - a real one, which she hadn't been expecting to hear from herself, considering she hasn't done it in a while. At least not around anyone but Fern. The thought makes her bite into the inside of her cheek so she doesn't get lost in thought, pushing herself to stay in the present. "Let's not freak the natives out more than necessary," she said with some humor. She didn't particular care what the natives thought most days, but lately, it had become a bit more prominently important.

Working out all the kinks, though - that's something she knows is true. She sighs, nodding in agreement. Asking isn't a bad thing, but Chloe's shit as asking for help.

"I haven't found anything close enough to fuel that would work well enough for internal. Figured steam is everywhere, though, and the expansion principles of chemistry seem to be universal in the literal sense." She glared at the engine then, though, poking at the pipes. "But it either doesn't turn right - hence the need for new gears, possibly - or it uh..." She hesitated, blushing a bit at admitting her failures, "... it... Blows up. Nothing huge! Just like -" She makes a small motion with her hands coupled with a noise that was clearly meant to imply small, slightly controlled explosion. "I've had to weld back together so many parts at this point, I swear I could figure out how to make the damn gears myself."

Hearing an actual laugh around here was nice for a change. Poe knew better than to scare the natives since the Rifters get looks to begin with. He's only an ordinary human man, there wasn't anything too special. One of the best pilots in the Resistance back home. Here? He had to try to fit in to the things he could. "It would be too much, huh? I'm sure we can gradually work up to that."

Poe knew asking for help can be nerve wrecking. But if there were people out with the knowledge. He'll likely ask them for the help instead of trying himself knowing it'll take longer.

"I come from a place with farther technology than steam too. We fuel starships primarily. Travel through space. Steam heats up and certain areas of the pipes could be getting too hot." He's thinking out loud in hopes that she may have seen or felt anything in that sense. "We all learn from our mistakes. The gears could be what you really need. But if it's overheating it could be bringing the whole thing out of whack." At least she didn't burn a tree or anything major from the sounds of it. "You probably could as long as you don't mind how long it might take with trial and error. If someone out there already knows though it could cut the time in half."

As luck would have it, Chloe's not the only one loitering around the docks.

Prompto comes here every so often. Being near the sea was a novelty to him, and sometimes he liked to come here just to get a whiff of the breeze and the smell of sea salt. He meanders around the docks, though his usual smile is absent. The same thoughts churning in Chloe's head also occupies his, and it's completely by accident he comes across her while walking.

They haven't spoken in a bit, and he knows the recent news affects her, too. Walking up alongside her, he asks, "Is this seat taken?"

Well, Prompto was definitely better than some guard telling her to buzz off. She shakes her head quickly, waving for him to take a seat if he wanted. Another Rifter who was equally effected by proposed policies was more than welcome, less likely to get the brunt of her frustrations.

"You want some?" She offered the bottle out to him. It wasn't like she paid for it, alright, she's not worried.

Prompto smiles a little before he takes a seat, letting his legs dangle off the edge of the dock.

"You know what, sure." He takes the bottle, nodding in thanks before taking a drink. Not the best swill ever, but it'll do. After handing the bottle back to Chloe, he sighs, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "Rough couple of days, huh?"

She's glad to see him take a drink - no one likes to drink alone, after all. It's boring. Taking back the bottle, she takes another long gulp from it, letting the burn ground her for a moment, thankfully with just enough time before she hears his question.

The laugh that escapes her is definitely more bitter than it is amused. "Days. Weeks. Months? I don't think shit has stopped since I got here."

Poor Chloe. Prompto at least had some quiet months interspersed in his time with the Inquisition, but the past six have been nuts. "I guess I take back what I said about things eventually calming down." Thanks for making a liar out of him, universe. "This is the first time I've really questioned what the Inquisition's thinking. Though this all reeks of the Chantry butting in."

"Hopefully they'll do something to stop it if they really care about us," she said bitterly. There was a moment where she dug through her pockets, eventually finding a cigarette she'd been given by a native she'd made friends with - Ben, was it? She sucked with names. Either way, she'd been saving it, and glad she had. She waited to light it, though, just sort of playing with it in her hands for a moment.

"If it even works, I guess. It's shit that people volunteered to see if it was even possible. If none of us were willing to be experimented with, they'd never be able to find out in order to implement it, would they?"

"Yeah, I hope so. Not sure how much the Chantry's going to push it, but let's hope they don't. Or can't." They have no leader and they're a divided group right now, which is an advantage for the Inquisition and rifters. But that doesn't mean they can't make things difficult. He glances at the cigarette, frowning in confusion but saying nothing else for the moment.

"Wait, who volunteered for it?" Someone missed that memo.

Nari is often by the sea. Often even, for the same reason. There was something important about being able to look out over something so much greater than oneself. Something constant and seemingly neverending.

Today she's on her way back from her own quiet consideration of the water when she spots the bright-- albeit less so than when they met-- blue of Chloe's hair fluttering in the wind off the waves. Considering recent events, she diverts her path down to the wood of the pier and sits nearby to dangle her feet as well.

"Fuck." Nari says succinctly, by way of both greeting and acknowledgement of the circumstances that had most likely brought the young rifter out here.

She hadn't objected to the company when she had seen it was Nari out of the corner of her eye. She might not have been a fellow Rifter, but she had made a good impression on Chloe in their first meeting, and the ones since. She keeps her gaze ahead of her, perfectly okay sitting in silence if it was best for them both.

There's a small smirk at the curse, though, quickly hidden behind a sip from the bottle, before she offers it out to her. "Sounds about right."

Intending to demur, as Chloe certainly has more use for the contents than she does, Nari is surprised when she does in fact reach for the offered bottle, takes a nip, and returns it. The warm burn is a nice compliment to the still chilly breeze.

"Seems about par for the course for the Chantry's first official interest in Rifters," she says, not making much of a secret of her feelings on that particular institution. She reaches into her bag and pulls a pouch out, emptying it on the boards between them: a pile of small stones and pebbles she'd collected to use as markers. The elf picks one up, tosses it once, and then whips it out over the water. A small sploosh marks its new resting place.

Throwing things is nice.

Glad to see her take what was probably a needed sip, Chloe took the bottle back only to tilt back another gulp. She'd probably had enough several drinks ago, but that wasn't particularly the point. She'd always had a policy of drinking more let you feel less and she was aiming to feel a hell of a lot less.

Her eyes flickered to the rocks, lingering on them as she listened to the splash from farther off when one hit the water. Another reminder of home, of days spent with Max and her dad, something that simultaneously made her pine to be back in Arcadia Bay and remind her that all that shit was gone. She scrunched her mouth, grabbing a flatter rock, and placing the bottle to the side so she could properly hold it in her right hand. With a flick of her wrist, she watched it skip across the waves a couple of times, before landing with a similar plunk in the water.

"Color me unimpressed," she said finally, letting out a small sigh after. "Not being able to even get angry about it without having that used against us too is the worst part. Punishing people for having feelings is a shit move."

Humming her agreement, Nari picks up another stone and repeats her movement: toss, catch, throw.

"Shit move indeed," she says with weary irritation, "Do nothing, they run roughshod over you. Attempt diplomacy, you have no position of power to bargain from. Get angry, and 'prove' you're the savage threats they claim you are and you deserve your subjugation. Actually rebel?" Nari shakes her head. Toss, catch, throw. "They purge you for the 'good of all'." A snort. "Humans." She pauses. "Well. These humans," she amends, "although it sounded like your world had some similar problems."

"Yeah, no correction needed. Humans suck." She would even have lumped herself in that category at times. Picking up another stone, she holds it in her hand for a moment, enjoying the weight in her palm. Something about it is grounding. "They do this shit to each other even when there aren't non-humans around to pick at. Over and over. In every world, if there's something different about you, it has to be punished somehow." She tossed the stone at the ocean, rougher than the last, letting it hit the water with a louder plunk.

"Why are people so scared of Rifters?" It was a genuine question, one she'd wondered from the start and never thought to ask.

Watching the arc of Chloe's stone in the air, the small waves from its landing, Nari sighs through her nose.

"Because we're scared of the rifts themselves, I imagine. Of the other things that come out of them. Demons are native to this world; people know what they are. Are scared of them." She picks up a smaller stone, leaving the larger ones for Chloe, and whips it out into the sea. It disappears without a noise. "Should be scared of them."

"Rifters are the only other beings that come out, which to a lot of minds automatically groups you with demons. Nevermind that the demons start to attack you too, so it's fairly clear you're not allies. People who aren't part of the Inquisition don't get to see that much. You're new, and different, and part of something that's shaking up the way the world was." Nari shakes her head slowly, looking out over the water. "People don't like that. The world changing. I think in the grip of that fear, they forget that your world is just as broken up as theirs. More."

She grimaces slightly. "It might have been a bit different if you'd come out into a world that wasn't already scared of magic."

She listens to all of that quietly, trying to keep an open mind about it all, put herself in the shoes of all the natives who would think of them as demons. She guesses, maybe, if they weren't there to see it, it seems justified that they be wary. But it doesn't make sense that those who've seen both would know. Or those who know demons aren't usually reasoned with but Rifters are... Or --

She rubs her face, going to take another long sip from the bottle instead of responding right away. It might have been different, but she doubted it. "People always find a reason to hate what they don't understand," she said without much feeling in it either way. "I don't think it'd be different at all."

She can't really argue with that. "It's not right or fair, but it... is," Nari replies in much the same tone, leaning back on her hands. "For what it's worth, I'm glad the rifts brought something besides death and sorrow. Rey and Kylo brought memories of flight, Adalia, Thranduil, Galadriel the stories of a better world for elves, Cosima the skills to save us from plague. You brought art like I'd never seen. Many brought love to people who perhaps would never have found it otherwise; and got it in return."

Nari tilts her head to the side to look at Chloe, speaks with a sort of quiet confidence. "It's bad now, I warrant. But I think the world is better for you, and plenty more than I think the same. We'll fight too; you'll not be alone in it."

Love. The very word makes her heart feel a little tighter, her throat choke up for a moment. If she had never come to Thedas through the Rift, she never would have met Fern; she knew she felt strongly for her. Love felt like such an intense word, but like didn't feel adequate either. She stares at the ocean without responding, feeling like the tension in her body was ready to spill over, and the last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of another person.

So she picked up another stone and chucked it hard as she could, because that seemed like the most reasonable reaction somehow. It was good to know she wasn't alone, but scary all at once. It meant that there was something to lose.

"I guess we'll see how it all turns out sooner or later."

It was the one thing that could always be counted on: time moving forward. Chloe's words seem like a good summation of the subject-- of just about all subjects, really, so Nari just makes a noise of agreement and watches the clouds move with the wind across the wide-open sky.

They can throw the stones until they're gone. There will always be more.

She's quiet for a long moment, letting the distaste they both have in current states of affairs linger between them as she grabs another rock and goes to throw it into the water. She doesn't quite know what else there is to say on it. They're on the same page and for that, Chloe has a great deal of relief. It's good to know that there are people who aren't Rifters she can still rely on to have her back, after all.

"I've been trying to build a steam engine," she said finally. "It's a... a thing from my world that can make stuff move without people having to push it. Carts for example, but we ended up building all sorts of stuff that used it back home before it got outdated." She isn't sure why she's saying it at first, but she uses the time to toss another rock. "Someone said it seemed pointless when you could just use magic, but I keep thinking that maybe if people who don't have magic could have stuff that made their lives easier too, they'd be a little less bitter about magic in general." And, in turn, less suspicious of Rifters, maybe - or at the very least less angry at mages, which would have been just as fine with her.

"It's not working yet, though. Mostly the container I'm using just shakes or explodes instead of actually moving things like it's supposed to."

This is a concept both unexpected and exciting, and Nari's eyes light up with curiosity at the explanation of its use.

"I bet the person who said it seemed pointless when you could just use magic can use magic," she replies dryly, her lips twitching with humor. Contrary to Chloe's hope, the elf is bordering on certain that advancements brought about by rifters might be seen as near the same as magic (and just as frightening) unless the folk using them could be made to understand their workings. Even so, that it had occurred to the young woman to try to share things that made life in her own world easier was touching. There were enough of the kind of people in the world who would, in her shoes, keep any edge they could muster close to their chest.

"How is it meant to work?"

Alacruun is still locked in his own thoughts, trying to deal with all of the information he's pulling out of the library - and the obstacles that are becoming apparent to him. Mostly in the form of the natives and their insistence on regarding him with intense suspicion. He hasn't done anything, even if he is from another world, and he finds a bit of resentment growing in him.

In their shoes, he'd probably be suspicious as well, but - well. He's never been great at putting himself in someone else's position. Occasionally he walks to try and think and one this occasion, he's find Chloe bent over her mechanics and her scrap as she tries to make it work. He's a touch curious, especially since he's never been that mechanically inclined. Magic has always done everything for him.

"What exactly are you doing with... all of that?"

He's curious, even if he doesn't understand it. That just means he gets to ask questions.

During his approach, the swears under her breath probably become far more audible, especially when her hand slips and she almost drops the pieces she was trying to connect with her wrench. She sucks on her thumb where she knocked it and it's in that position that she hears his voice, looking up quickly. How skilled she must look right then.

"Making a mess," she said around the edge of her hand, muffled slightly because of it. She drops her arm back to the steal. "I'm trying to figure out how to get this cart to move without anyone needing to push it."

Swearing is a universal stress reliever, even among dragons. Of course, Alacruun tries not to indulge in public. It makes people think he's fallible and he simply can't have that, can he? He eyes the young woman and her mish-mash of assorted parts and a part of him wonders why she's going through all of the effort. His brow furrows and he cocks his head to one side, sounding rather genuinely confused.

"Why not simply use magic? It's available, after all."

Then again, using magic to move things was never really his specialty. But he's heard of artificers who can make rather wondrous creations and vehicles that move on their own.

"I'd have to rely on someone else if I used magic," she said simply. Asking other people for help wasn't her strongest suit, especially not without money to compensate them. Somehow suffering it out and building an engine was a better idea? She rubbed the back of her neck, smearing dust and dirt over the skin in the process.

She went back to balancing the pieces of the engine she was trying to put together as she spoke again. "Plus, it just kind of feels nice to work with parts again. Technology could use a boost around here anyway."

"Ah, I see. You're trying to be self-reliant. That is... admirable, although certainly the more difficult path," Alacruun hums quietly as he considers. He doesn't exactly admire that, but it is rather worthwhile, even from a human. People who expect others to do all of their work for them don't rank high in his book (then again, when he tricks people into doing things for him, that's different). He settles and leans over her for a moment.

He's not trying to loom, but he does anyway. Perks of being a qunari.

"I'm not familiar with the mechanical principles behind such engines; I was never much of an artificer. Ah... how is it meant to work?"

He is curious, though.

Admirable. She snorts. Chloe's never wanted to be one people admired in the first place, so having a word like that applied to her endeavors is awkward at best, even if she doesn't buy the choice in phrasing being an honest one thanks to that pause. "It's stupid. It's okay to use that instead. I get it." It's said mostly in jest, but she does realize how ridiculous it is to put effort into something that already has an easy fix.

Talking about engines, though. That's a lot simpler. Something that almost makes her perk up a bit.

"It's an external combustion engine. A steam one, specifically, since I figured that that'd be the easiest resource to guarantee being able to get my hands on. You heat water in this cylinder here -" She starts to gesture as she speaks, so he can follow along easily with visuals, "- and the steam pushes the pistons, which should then move this connector rod, which'll spin the gears, and should, theoretically, get the wheels to turn." She bit her lip as she sat back, wiping her dirty hands on a cloth that was strewn across her lap.

"That's the simple explanation anyway. It's mostly chemistry based - expansion principles, mostly, but figuring out how to not only get it to work but to do so without like... Exploding? Is proving trickier than I expected. But I've only ever known how to build this thing in theory before."

Oh. He actually finds all of that interesting to listen to. He's never been an artificer or an inventor, but he's naturally curious and keen when it comes to brand new information. Especially information that might end up being useful at some point in the future (even if he's not sure how this stuff about engines will ever be helpful). He leans in slightly, head cocked to one side and being very attentive. He looks genuinely interested, which is probably a plus.

"That seems... simple enough in concept," he replies as he tries to picture the engine in his mind's eyes. He'd never really thought of steam providing enough force to actually power anything, but natural philosophy had never been an area of interest. He furrows his brow after a moment. He might know a lot about magic, but he is woefully ignorant on this front.

"...but steam usually isn't all that powerful. It can make a kettle sing, but I've never heard of it moving anything on its own. How does one make it... push or pull something? Especially without magic."

Please don't laugh at him Chloe, you'll wound him.

She doesn't laugh, but it's not without a great deal of effort that probably shows on her face. She can't help it. Mostly because even after all these months, she's still baffled by just how little science has made it's way into so many worlds. Was magic really that limiting to it? Did it put discovering theories on hold because people didn't need to rely on nature to make things work or was it just that everyone was from so far back, that they hadn't had a chance to figure this stuff out?

Either way, she shakes her head. "Steam's extremely powerful when it's put under pressure. Like when you're boiling water in a covered pot and the lid starts to shake, the steam is obviously more powerful than when the pot is uncovered and the steam is allowed out into the air. So you use that pressure to make the engine move. It builds up in the container, it pushes the pistons forward which allows some of the pressure to release, it builds up again as the piston moves back into place, and lather, rinse, repeat." She paused before adding; "That's the... super, super simplified version. The rest would require way more lessons in physics and chemistry than I think I could brain right now."

"No, no, that makes sense... it's just something I've never really considered before. So you use it to build up enough pressure so it exerts force to move a lever or piston and turn a wheel..." He seems oddly fascinated by the idea.

"That seems... so simple when you explain it like that, but I don't think anyone I know would have thought up something like that. They would have just... enchanted a wagon or a cart to move on its own or by command. When you can do that sort of thing, you don't... think about the other possibilities."

He trails off for a moment, a pair of fingers pressed thoughtfully to his chin.

"I suppose it's a bit like a water wheel in some respects; you use an existing force to push or pull something, which acts on another thing and so on and son, until you get the desired effect. Truly, your world sounds fascinating. Do all vehicles there use this... sort of engine to move about?"

He's imagining a world full of powered wagons with large engines strapped in back.

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