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capeandcowllogs2010-04-25 02:53 pm
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WHO: Robyn Slinger and Pete Cheney
WHERE: The Turing crash site
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon
WARNINGS: building code violations
SUMMARY: Robyn and Pete contemplate zeppelin wreckage
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All things considered, it could be worse. Robyn kept telling herself that. Much worse. The airship could have gone down in a populated area, it could have hit harder and broken up, it could have landed mid-river and been swept down and out into the harbor. She kept telling herself that as she stood on the river's edge, watching the gondola rock back and forth, river water and mud sloshing around with practically everything she owned. A few of horseshoe-crab-sized repairbots were still methodically picking their way over the skin looking for things to rivet.
She sighed. People would be arriving soon - the ones who'd offered their help on the comm. She should probably try to get a brave face on and start reinflating the gasbag, think about how to displace the water.
WHERE: The Turing crash site
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon
WARNINGS: building code violations
SUMMARY: Robyn and Pete contemplate zeppelin wreckage
FORMAT: utf-8 text
All things considered, it could be worse. Robyn kept telling herself that. Much worse. The airship could have gone down in a populated area, it could have hit harder and broken up, it could have landed mid-river and been swept down and out into the harbor. She kept telling herself that as she stood on the river's edge, watching the gondola rock back and forth, river water and mud sloshing around with practically everything she owned. A few of horseshoe-crab-sized repairbots were still methodically picking their way over the skin looking for things to rivet.
She sighed. People would be arriving soon - the ones who'd offered their help on the comm. She should probably try to get a brave face on and start reinflating the gasbag, think about how to displace the water.
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"Dang," he declares, siddling up beside her. "That's &^@#ing grim."
It's not that he thought she was exaggerating, it's just that he remembers being inside that thing, and it's hard to mentally rectify the memory of the nightclub, with the grounded wreck in front of him.
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"Yeahhp." Brave face, Slinger. "But it's just stuff. She'll fly again."
"I'm trying to look on the bright side. Good time to redecorate."
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She doesn't look like she'll fly again, but what does Pete know? He doesn't look like much either.
"Or maybe time to move someplace that's on the ground, too."
Pete is not Mr. Brightside.
"How're you keepin' nosey busy-bodies away?"
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"Can't rule a new place out. But I'm not giving up yet." She huffs out a determined breath, as if to blow the negative thoughts out like a candle flame.
"Well, I switched beats so I could stick closer, but mostly I left it up to my guys." Robyn points out a detachment of toy soldiers flanking a brightly colored little tank. "Haven't had any trouble yet, but obviously I've ordered them to stick to warning shots. I can't leave it all sitting out like this forever."
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"Oh, yeah, right."
Pete gives her soldiers a small salute. They're okay in his book. Partly because they're so small, and partly because they're so obviously toys. Once something gets Joe Pi sized, it doesn't look like a toy anymore.
"Yeah I'm surprised it ain't got a new paint job yet."