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The Wandering Magus
Guest
Original poster
"They seem most excellent to me, Miss," smiled the guard, handing back the papers. "Welcome aboard, Ms. Cooper."
The ship's intricate inner workings were for the most part hidden from the public eye upon the deck proper, aside from a few exposed and elaborately decorated pipes for show, but just past the doorway to the engineer's chambers lay the true beauty of the vessel. Riveted brass, turned ironwood, forged steel, clacking Babbage-engines and hissing vents, rumbling steam-engines and buzzing Tesla lightning-coils were everywhere, with levers and cranks and flywheels and all manner of nuts and bolts within easy reach.
Several slightly grimy workers wearing leather trousers and work-gloves, as well as engineer's brass goggles and appropriate name-tags, were darting in and out of the doorway and carrying boxes of tools and spare parts for the final moments before departure. Oils and lubricants and acids and other useful but deadly chemicals were already stowed away in cabinets and drawers, as were basic wrenches and hammers and pliers.
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The guard sees the doctor approaching and smiles. "Ah, Doctor Swift, glad to see that you have arrived. Papers and forms, if you please, and the ship's medical bay will be just past the galley on the second level; your quarters should be directly across the hall from it for easy access. Doctor Arzt will be already setting up the equipment, I believe."
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"Ah, thank you, sir!" grunted a worker with relief as the man helped with the surprisingly heavy load. "This just needs to be right over there, hup-two-ho!"
With a thump, the crate landed gently and safely onto the existing stack. The worker smiled and wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.
"Very decent of you to help out, sir."
The ship's intricate inner workings were for the most part hidden from the public eye upon the deck proper, aside from a few exposed and elaborately decorated pipes for show, but just past the doorway to the engineer's chambers lay the true beauty of the vessel. Riveted brass, turned ironwood, forged steel, clacking Babbage-engines and hissing vents, rumbling steam-engines and buzzing Tesla lightning-coils were everywhere, with levers and cranks and flywheels and all manner of nuts and bolts within easy reach.
Several slightly grimy workers wearing leather trousers and work-gloves, as well as engineer's brass goggles and appropriate name-tags, were darting in and out of the doorway and carrying boxes of tools and spare parts for the final moments before departure. Oils and lubricants and acids and other useful but deadly chemicals were already stowed away in cabinets and drawers, as were basic wrenches and hammers and pliers.
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The guard sees the doctor approaching and smiles. "Ah, Doctor Swift, glad to see that you have arrived. Papers and forms, if you please, and the ship's medical bay will be just past the galley on the second level; your quarters should be directly across the hall from it for easy access. Doctor Arzt will be already setting up the equipment, I believe."
*****
"Ah, thank you, sir!" grunted a worker with relief as the man helped with the surprisingly heavy load. "This just needs to be right over there, hup-two-ho!"
With a thump, the crate landed gently and safely onto the existing stack. The worker smiled and wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.
"Very decent of you to help out, sir."