primrosella | Quest 001

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Quest 001

[Accidental Voice Post]

--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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[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.

*Right, just enchant it. Man, magical worlds had things easy. Shaking his head, Sam pulled into the warehouse.*

We don't have magic in my world. And cars go faster and are easier to care for than horses. Not as much shoveling.

[Rosella seemed perplexed as she glanced around the warehouse, as though she'd been expecting something far different.]

But are cars as much fun to ride as horses? Have you done both?

*Sam turned the car off and got out, glancing around at home sweet home.*

Uhhh, they're fun to drive. And someone here offered to let me ride some horses, but she left before I was better enough to do it.

Well, now I've done both, and I think I still like horses better. Though I would like to see just how fast your car can go, sometime.

[She gazed around a little more.]

Is...this the place? You live here?

Yeah, but you didn't drive. And motorcycles look a lot more fun.

*Sam nods and goes over to flick a light on, the warehouse coming. The bottom level has Sam's Vespa and motorcycle and some space for the other people's projects. The stairs leading up go to the living areas.*

It used to belong to a woman named Saya and I lived with her. But she left...

[The light switch alone would've been enough to impress her, but the cars and motorcycle are the icing on the cake. She looks around from side to side, rooted to the spot.]

You lit the--no, wait, those can't be torches. More of your machines?

...I'm sorry about your friend.

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