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[steamologist]

You wouldn't believe how long it's been since I had a proper beer. Or saw a taxi. Or used a working telephone. Or any of that everyday shite everyone takes for granted until the world ends and everything's gone.

Still not used to all the bloody electricity. I want my fucking flying steam-bike back.

[ She's tipping an empty bottle of beer (one of

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Voice;

[stfurameshi]

Man.

Flying bike, huh?

Voice;

[steamologist]

Not just any flying bike. My fucking bike. Rickey as hell and a real piece of shite, but she was still mine.

Voice;

[stfurameshi]

I guess that's good, being able to appreciate something like that.

You can probably buy everything you need. You know... Eventually.

Voice;

[steamologist]

Could probably go to a bloody junkyard and fish out something that works just fucking fine. I practically weld with my brain, like.

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[boogaroos]

You say flying steam-bike?

[steamologist]

Yeah, that's right. Who wants to know?

[boogaroos]

Booga! That 'roo you supposedly hallucinated. Yep. Still here.

If you want help, I'd like to give you a hand. If anything else I know where you can get some great parts.

[steamologist]

Fuck. And here I thought I was just bloody drunk.

[ Pause. ]

Did you just say something about parts?

FreakAngel mind meld

[have_a_job_too]

Have you seen any chikkinz yet? I miss the chikkinz.

FreakAngel mind meld

[steamologist]

I don't. Bloody things smelled.

[ A pause. ]

If you want some chickens, I could build you a pen.

FreakAngel mind meld

[have_a_job_too]

Really? Oh, K.K. it could be so fun, just like back home.

FreakAngel mind meld

[steamologist]

Sure. Just keep the smelly buggers out of my stuff. Otherwise, it's chicken and potatoes for dinner.

[youhavetolisten]

Where there are cities, there are junkyards, KK.

And I'm not sleeping in the library.

[...Which means he's not sleeping, at all. Not that this needs to be mentioned. (And not that she wasn't going to figure that out anyway.)]

[steamologist]

Then what are you doing in there, wanking yourself to death?

[ A half-beat. ]

Arkady thinks we should get our own place. So that there's room for some bloody chickens.