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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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[chorusangel]

[Chrissie is down there as soon as she checks her comm and finds the post. After all Erol's talked about racing, she's certain that she'll find him there, and she's eager to see him do what he loves so much. Besides, she's been meaning to track him down and talk about the wedding plans, so this way she can kill two birds with one stone. Yay!]

[psychoticracer]

[And here's Erol having the time of his damn life. He takes the last corner hard and sharp, suddenly turning at an angle and dragging his booted heel along the ground. It leaves a skid mark and the tang of burnt rubber hangs in the air, but he comes to a full stop in under 10ft.

Aside from all that, there's a high flush under his tattoos and a light in his eyes Christine isn't likely to have seen often. It's clear that Erol is quite genuinely happy when he races.]

Now, don't tell me you're here to race, girl?

[That's a tease. Erol is... teasing.

Yeah the world's going to come to an end any time now.]

So I totally didn't forget about this

[chorusangel]

[Christine is positively awed by the way Erol controlls the zoomer. It's completely unlike anything she's ever seen before - carriages being the fastest mode of transport in 1871 - and so fascinating.]

Oh, no... Just to watch you.

[She smiles at the teasing. It's the first time she's seen Erol like this, and she has to say she likes it. If only she could make him as happy as racing, all their problems would be solved...]

I want to see you race since you tell me about it.

[metharchy]

[Don't mind Meth, she's just fixing a few things up, as the First Mate requested. The Administrator Access screen has been brought up on the control panel and she's specifying several preferences and limitations to be taken into account with the program.]

[psychoticracer]

[Hi Meth don't mind Erol he's a creeper. Actually you might mind him, as he's going to bother you, and he's actually gotten off his zoomer to do it.]

You made this?

[He doesn't know her, but she's clearly crew, and the renovation head's a woman, so...]

[metharchy]

[She looked up at the elf a moment, gave him a brief-once over an then turned back to the screen.]

Yes, I did. Why do you ask?

[psychoticracer]

Hm. It's - good work.

[That's as close as you'll get to "Thank you for giving me something to live for."]

The eco in here. It's not real, yes? Nothing is.

[nottheaveragekg]

Well. At least someone's happy.

[psychoticracer]

Oh I am.

Do you race, Captain?

[nottheaveragekg]

I've heard that I do.

[psychoticracer]

Care to take a spin?

[oblique_wisdom]

..........
Hm.

[Hear that? It's suspicion. Erol sounding content is... sort of unheard of.]

[psychoticracer]

Hello, Princess. Care to see what makes Haven worthwhile?

[LOL hi, he's too stoked to care.]

[oblique_wisdom]

[This is a very surprised Zelda. Very surprised.]

M-me?

[psychoticracer]

Well this does appear to be your frequency.

Yes, you.