Who: Cid and Danny
Where: Cid’s Garage
Style: EITHER.
Status: Cloooosed sorry.
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“Cid?”
Danny pounds on the garage’s side door, taking a brief moment to savor the familiar raucus. After all, it’s been a while since he’s been by here, and in spite of the very real reasons he had for taking a break, it’s nice to be back.
Moment gone, Danny opens
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"God dammit--DANNY is that you? Fuck kid just get in here and quit yelling!"
The voice came from the far side of the garage near the office. Several of the NPCs that had seemed to take employment there only gave a quick glance at Cid's direction before returning to their own projects. They had grown quite accustomed to such small events, apparently.
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As he waited for Danny to give him the light, he then answered the kid's question. "If yer askin' about flyin', it's always been my dream as a kid to be the first man inta space," he said before starting to work again.
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"It was?" He asks, leaning against the workbench. This might take a while, but if the small, 'oh man this guy is just the coolest ever' grin is anything to go by, he doesn't really care. "So because of that, you made sure you were?"
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Returning to work, he continued to answer Danny's questions, if in a very brief manner. "Wouldn't have gotten anywhere if I just sat on my ass and did jack shit. There weren't even any planes around durin' my time." Man that made him sound so old. But it was true. "Hell, I designed the first damn plane. The Tiny Bronco, first propeller plane in all the Planet. Went on ta design the Highwind -- first real airship ever made."
Cid took a moment to pull out a cigarette and light it, all with just one hand. It was obvious he was used to performing such a task.
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"Wow..." Danny says, imagining a much younger Cid in a workshop similar to the pictures he's seen of the Wright brothers'. (Cid looks nearly identical, except shorter.)
"You know, in my world, it took people forever to just get past propellers."
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"Took me two years ta make an airship that would run on oil."
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"Some kind of magic?"
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"Is that anything like thermal energy?"
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He then tapped the mysterious cylinder with his wrench. "This planet's probably the same, too. Only with dream energy."
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Danny frowns. Then his eyes widen, and he stops shining the light to point at the cylinder. "Are you telling me that that's liquid dream energy?"
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He grinned at Danny as he picked up the cylinder in question. "Ya got it, kiddo. These things aren't really hard ta find. Look inside any machine and you'll find a couple of these in place of a regular battery. I still remember a few things durin' that crazy week."
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"So they're what powers everything, here? Dreams, turned into that stuff?" Danny says, nodding at the liquid inside.
"How does this stuff get formed?" He adds, holding a hand out cautiously, as though the container might shatter or explode on contact. "Is it the Dreamberries?"
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"Seems like it. This world is just chock full of it, and it pulls it from all over. Dunno the full specs of it since I was mainly just the head engineer, but from what I remember, all our dreams give off some kinna energy like light does. Just so happens Somarium has a nice chunk concentrated in it. Still don't know much. Seems like it was an ongoing research. Who knows, might be more "wells" out there somewhere."
As the kid reached for the cylinder, Cid just sighed and shoved it into his hands. "It ain't gonna break if ya touch it. That glass is stronger than the ones ya use for ships. Could throw it on the ground and the best ya'd get is a small ding. As for how it's formed, that's what those labs and factories are for. The energy's gathered up and then converted into liquid form like that. That little bit right there can power an 18-wheeler."
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Aaand Danny almost really does drop the thing when it's suddenly thrust towards him. He doesn't, luckily, but it was a close call. At the last part about its energy capacity, his eyes widen, and he looks at the miniature cylinder with something akin to awe. "That much, out of this? But it's smaller than the Fenton Thermos!"
"Hey, what would happen if it did crack? Would it blow up?"
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"S'why this thing is so damn efficient also dangerous." He pointed at the cylinder with a wrench. "Thing breaks and yer dealin' with somethin' similar to a nuclear bomb."
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