The inn pulled Larry out of the museum a few hours ago. Not long after that, he decided to take advantage of the free time and try to get something on paper
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Tutankhamun has slipped away from his servants and couriers again and ended up in the Inn once more. He's been spending most of his time outside, because even though he's not used to temperate zone winters, it's a great opportunity to spend some time outdoors without having to risk assassination at the same time.
The Inn unaccountably has been providing him with barbarian garb to wear outside. He does not object; it transforms back into Egyptian clothing when he comes back in.
Now, as he walks back into the Inn, he sees a man seated at a table doing what looks like scribework. Curious, he walks over to the table and, craning his neck, peers at it. It resembles a chariot, in a way. At least, it has wheels.
"We would be pleased to know," he says in an interested voice as he points at the picture, "what that item is."
Larry only blinks a couple of times, once he processes that there's another person there. The royal 'we' and that particular dress sense can only mean one thing, really, but it's something he knows how to deal with. (Not that he plans on explaining how, if he can help it.) "It's a remote-control car, at least generally. Sort of... your time's got chariots, right? Cars are like those, only they don't have to be pulled by horses. And this is a much smaller version that's steered from the outside." That'll cover the basics, at least. Anything more complex will have to be explained some other way.
No, the magic comes in with other aspects of the job. "Most people use these for the entertainment value. I'm trying to rework the concept into something people might find a valuable use for - if I can work out the kinks in the idea, they'd be good for keeping people's pets entertained." One of said kinks is 'what happens when the thrill of the chase doesn't cut it anymore, and the dog/cat/whatever actually catches the thing the car's towing?'
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Tutankhamun has slipped away from his servants and couriers again and ended up in the Inn once more. He's been spending most of his time outside, because even though he's not used to temperate zone winters, it's a great opportunity to spend some time outdoors without having to risk assassination at the same time.
The Inn unaccountably has been providing him with barbarian garb to wear outside. He does not object; it transforms back into Egyptian clothing when he comes back in.
Now, as he walks back into the Inn, he sees a man seated at a table doing what looks like scribework. Curious, he walks over to the table and, craning his neck, peers at it. It resembles a chariot, in a way. At least, it has wheels.
"We would be pleased to know," he says in an interested voice as he points at the picture, "what that item is."
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(Not that he plans on explaining how, if he can help it.)
"It's a remote-control car, at least generally. Sort of... your time's got chariots, right? Cars are like those, only they don't have to be pulled by horses. And this is a much smaller version that's steered from the outside."
That'll cover the basics, at least. Anything more complex will have to be explained some other way.
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"Why are you drawing a much smaller version of a...car? And why do you wish for it to be driven from the outside?"
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"Most people use these for the entertainment value. I'm trying to rework the concept into something people might find a valuable use for - if I can work out the kinks in the idea, they'd be good for keeping people's pets entertained."
One of said kinks is 'what happens when the thrill of the chase doesn't cut it anymore, and the dog/cat/whatever actually catches the thing the car's towing?'
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