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Quest 001

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--and I'll show you around the castle, Alexander! I'm so glad...Daddy's...

...Huh? What the—oh, drat, what now? Genesta, is that you? Hello! Anyone...?

Not again...

Honestly, I’m hardly home for an hour and all of a sudden I’m getting whisked off again. It’d be nice to have a little warning for once, so I could at least pack something...

Er...hello? Well, this doesn't look like Tamir, so...whoever it is who summoned me, I’m here and listening! Hello!

...Anybody?

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[An allowance? Well, that might come in handy...]

Yes, I can cook a little bit. And clean too, if your...huge warehouse thing tends to get messy. But I should warn you that I'm not very good at making tarts, if that's what you like...

*Sam smiled. This was going to be great. Just so long as he explained to his girlfriend why his new roommate was a girl.*

The place is pretty clean, other than my room. Which, uhh, isn't too messy. And I've... never had tarts, so that's fine.

[Good! For the first time since her arrival, things were looking up. She rubbed her eyes a little bit, stifling a yawn.]

It's okay, I understand. I always kept my room at home messy, too. But I thought you just said--hm. Something else I don't understand, I suppose?

*Sam shrugged and nodded for her to get into the car before sliding into the drivers seat himself.*

Probably. There are people here from all sorts of different times and worlds and things like that. It can get kind of confusing.

[She winced inwardly. Well, come on, Rosella, pull yourself together. Just one more obstacle to get past. And after a moment or two of psyching herself up, she settled herself into the car.]

Mmhmm. I'm confused already...

[And now that she was sitting down, fatigue was hitting her hard. Her eyelids started to droop, and she yawned again.]

*Sam glanced over at her and saw the drooping eyelids. And damn it, now he was yawning. Stupid, contagious yawns.*

You look mostly tired to me.

[Her eyes were completely closed now, and it took her a minute to drawl a mumbled answer.]

Mmhmm. That too.

[OOC: My previous HTML fail indicates to me that I, like Rosella, really ought to go to sleep. Can we resume tomorrow?]

*Sam chuckled a bit before turning down the volume on the radio before starting the car and heading home.*

Maybe we should just get you to a bed then.

[ooc: Absolutely!]

[Finding a bed sounded pretty good to Rosella, but as tired as she was, she still knew that falling asleep in a strange--and potentially dangerous--place was not the wisest thing to do, so she tried to muster the willpower to open her eyes again.]

Nn, I'm...mm. Fine. I'm fine. Just...long day. I need a minute, that's all...just a minute.

[Following that, she tried very hard not to yawn again, but failed.]

*Sam watched as she yawned again despite her words, which made him yawn again.*

Are you sure? I mean, you're kind of exhausted.

Mm...

[Rosella remained still for a bit, clearly having just begun to doze. But after only a minute or two, she jolted awake again with a sharp gasp, her eyes flying open.]

*Yeah, Sam is just going to drive home, because she's already dozing off and he'd rather not have to carry her out of a store.*

Whoa there, calm down.

[Rosella sighed, rubbing her eyes.]

Sorry. I...sorry. I think you're right about finding someplace to sleep, after all.

*Sam nodded, glad she agreed. Because he had no clue what to do if she didn't.*

I'll take you home. There's a couple empty rooms there and you can crash in one of them.

Thank you...for all of your kindness, Sam.

[Up to this point, Rosella hadn't actually looked out any of the windows; now, trying to stay awake until they reached "home"--wherever that was--she glanced out the passenger window and blinked in surprise.]

This carriage--it's much faster than horse-drawn ones, isn't it?

Yeah, it is, I'm kinda taking it slow, too. It can go a lot faster.

*Just to show, Sam gooses the gas a bit, speeding up about 10 miles an hour. Still not fast though, because he's still terrified of putting so much as a scratch on the Porsche.*

[She looks impressed, and a little bit wary.]

How much faster? And what makes it go? It's not alive...is it?

*Sam is so ready for this. He is a mechanic ~~in training~~ after all.*

No, it's not alive. At least I hope not, I do not need any more cars that turn out to be alive. But, it has an engine. Basically, fuel goes into the engine and there's a small explosion, which moves pistons in the engine. The pistons pushing out in turn powers and moves other parts of the car which turn the wheels and things like that.

[At that, Rosella's pretty much completely lost, but her brow furrowed as she tried to puzzle it out.]

But don't the explosions damage the carria--er, car?

*Sam shakes his head, it's a fair enough question.*

No. They're small and not too powerful. It's like... uhhh, do you know what a cannon is?

A cannon? ...Sort of?

[OOC: Technology in Daventry is really iffy. Archery was emphasized in Rosella's upbringing, so I'm guessing cannons weren't around yet...but then again, she's read Shakespeare, and one of the stage directions in Shakespeare calls for cannon fire, so...yeah, I'm totally faking this. She's a smart girl; she'll figure it out somehow.]

Okay, so... think of a cannon, only instead of a ball in it, there's a metal stick that's attached to an arm that's connected to the cannon. When the explosion happens the arm is pushed partially out, which creates the movement needed to run the car.

[She's tired, so it takes her a minute, but she starts to catch on.]

So the explosion happens inside, and that pushes the arm out? Then that's why the rest of it isn't hurt...right? And then pushing the arm must somehow turn the part that the wheels are connected to, since there's nothing pulling them? How confusing...

*Sam was impressed, he was from a world with cars and he took a bit to completely grasp the mechanics.*

You got it. I can show you when you're not so tired. Fixing cars is king of what I do. Well, what I'm learning to do.

[She shook her head, laughing softly.]

It seems like it'd be so much easier to just enchant it. Or ride a horse. This way seems so complicated...but I think I'd like to see how it all works.

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