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[whythezeppelins]

[In this sitting room, there is an odd Tyki reclining on a couch, looking as if he's recently been asleep. He's inspecting a DR pamphlet idly, smoking, and looking terribly unimpressed. A laptop is discarded on a nearby table, and he has aviator goggles slung around his neck. The observant might notice the gun in his jacket pocket.]

Goddamn. It didn

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[dreamlessrecord]

What didn't work?

[whythezeppelins]

Taking a nap and hoping everything would fix itself on its own.

[Smiles at her. Missing Noah ping or not- well, he ignores that. She's Road.]

[dreamlessrecord]

Not likely if it's in this place. [She huffs a bit, though she gives the laptop a curious look.]

[whythezeppelins]

It's worked every other time. [Glances at it too.] Like it? Built it myself.

[dreamlessrecord]

What is it?

[whythezeppelins]

[Blinks. She doesn't know?]

Laptop. Portable computer. It's a bit of a pain to keep running and a hazard to find parts for...

[dreamlessrecord]

...I've never heard of it before.

[whythezeppelins]

Ah. Pity, that,

[Looking at her eyepatch.]

[dreamlessrecord]

What is it? [Blinks up at him curiously.]

[whythezeppelins]

[Reaches over and presses a few keys; it takes more work than a modern laptop but it still turns on. Er, and the display is in sepia, but details details.]

Lots of uses, actually. Typing, graphics. [He gestures at his weird Tease.] Mechanical plans.

[dreamlessrecord]

[She glances at the Tease, moving slowly away from it.] And what's that exactly?

[whythezeppelins]

[She doesn't know that either? TRAVESTY.]

Tease. You know, little golems- got Dark Matter in them... it won't hurt you, love.

[dreamlessrecord]

I know what Tease are, but I've never seen it like that before.

[whythezeppelins]

...Different worlds. Right. [Sighs.] These are, let me think, somewhere around version eight.

[dreamlessrecord]

[Just have this look, Tyki. She's hopelessly confused.]

[whythezeppelins]

...

[The Tease slowly walks off his head, down his arm, and onto the couch.

And flops over a little sulkily.]

They get moody.