Caution: watch for flying yo-yo [open]

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Characters: H.M. Murdock and any who wander by.
Setting/Location: Caravan Level 2, Lobby
Date & Time: Day 1, morning
Warnings: Yo-yo usage and general lunacy? idek
Summary: Stuck in an alternate dimension? Stranded far from family and friends? Clearly, the best solution to this . . . is to practice your yo-yo skills.

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Murdock shot a crooked grin in Balthier's direction, keeping the yo-yo in constant motion as he did so. "It was this or the harmonica, and I figured I'd save that up for a special occasion. Gotta start small."

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Murdock raised an eyebrow at that. "No kiddin'? S'called a yo-yo." He flicked the toy into the air, then let it roll down into a 'sleeper'. "Pretty basic gizmo, really -- just string and an axle and some good ol' rotational inertia."

He cocked his head and let the yo-yo return to his hand. "Take it you're not from Earth, then -- 'cause we've had 'em for pretty much forever."

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"Sure was. Still is, for the time being at any rate." Murdock cocked his head and examined Balthier with his full attention, momentarily stilling the yo-yo and thinking back over the Junogam conversations he'd had the previous day.

" . . . Balthier, I'm guessing -- fella with his own airship? I got that right, or have I mixed you up with one of our fellow trans-dimensional refugees?"