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Yesterday was a day of shooting- and, very briefly, shouting. Today, not so much. Ellen's got work to do outside to meet John-117's standards, and that takes a lot of time, a lot of effort, and a whole lot of sweating.
Complaining is not on the agenda. She took this particular course of action freely, so she has no one to blame but herself. Not to mention that complaining about John's work here will only mean she's not ready to face whatever might come next at home- and complaining about problems at home will get her eaten by yao guai, or shot by the Enclave, or both.
So.
She's got some down-time now, and she's using it to work on machining those parts she promised Mr. Solo last night. When she's done she's got a heap of Giddyup Buttercup parts at her table as well, all of them the best pieces she was able to assemble from the remains of sixteen prewar robot horses. If she can get this thing assembled she'll finally have a cargo animal, although just how she's likely to get it back to her world without getting too many questions out of Star Paladin Cross remains to be seen.
[Tinytag: Jordan Kennedy]
Complaining is not on the agenda. She took this particular course of action freely, so she has no one to blame but herself. Not to mention that complaining about John's work here will only mean she's not ready to face whatever might come next at home- and complaining about problems at home will get her eaten by yao guai, or shot by the Enclave, or both.
So.
She's got some down-time now, and she's using it to work on machining those parts she promised Mr. Solo last night. When she's done she's got a heap of Giddyup Buttercup parts at her table as well, all of them the best pieces she was able to assemble from the remains of sixteen prewar robot horses. If she can get this thing assembled she'll finally have a cargo animal, although just how she's likely to get it back to her world without getting too many questions out of Star Paladin Cross remains to be seen.
[Tinytag: Jordan Kennedy]