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[psychoticracer]

Ha-HAH!!

Last one there's a rotten Stinger egg.

[Erol, of course, is already there, as the rev of a zoomer engine in the background proves.

He's probably not going to sleep for a few days. Racing is far too important to interrupt with petty things like sleep, which is for the weak anyway.

Yes it's an open commentlog.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

[Mikaela also isn't going to be doing much sleeping. She's going to come up there and pester you now, Erol. She has literally run up to the deck, pushing people out of her way and ignoring any warnings. She skids to a halt nearby, an expression of GLEE on her face. IT gives her something to do, and maybe work on also! She's in heaven.]

[psychoticracer]

[Erol barely flicks an ear at the newcomer. He's got his hand inside one of the zoomer panels; something shifts, and the ambient height of the A-grav air cushion lowers noticeably.

The elf smirks. He's not certain the mods will hold, but it's worth a try.]

Hah.

[chopshopgoddess]

[A lot of this is stuff she's unfamiliar with.]

What'd you do? [She folds her arms and comes up closer, peering down.]

[psychoticracer]

Tightened the supply valve to the A-Grav converters.

[The reply is absent, somewhat automatic, but after a second he straightens up and glances at her.]

They wouldn't have had zoomers where you come from, I suppose. They run on eco.

[chopshopgoddess]

[She shakes her head.]

Nope, we don't have anything like that back home. Show me?