Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

As she reaches the part where the engine makes the combustion, the gears appear to be clogged.

"Yummy, clogged gears."

"Joy..."

"You don't sound too happy."

"I'm not. Clogged gears are a pain."

"Could be worse."

"Could be better, though."

"At least you didn't strip the gears."

"Did that once."

"So have I."

"So, let's see..."

James pulls out a ! ! ! ! brush, ! ! ! between the gears to clear the gunk.

Mealstrom aids him. Maranka watches from a distance, Caltri perched on her shoulder.

It's hard work, but together they start to get through it quickly, nearly gone after only a few minutes.

"Hmm?"

((Huh, color is all weird.))
"Technology fascinates my kind."

"Ah. Remind me to never let your kind in my lab. I'd never get you out," he said, grinning.

"No, you wouldn't..." The assassin grumbles.

((GAH! COLOR CHANGES!!!))
"So what now?"

((Was the fairy assassin thing!))
"No clue."

"I guess it's nap time, then."

"Eh."

He flops onto the ground, going to sleep in seconds.

Mara wanders around, being, well, Mara.