Roy was working on repairing the rails heading past Brunel Hall. They had been pulled out of alignment when one of the city trams had had a moment of wanderlust common with those machines. It had taken the better part of a day to track down the tram, herd it back to the station, and get it settled down for readjustment. Barry had been sent to the hospital after, when the tram startled and charged at him, catching his shoulder. The doctor had said he should be okay in a few wees. Roy shook his head, if the people of this town realized the danger of being a public transportation worker in New Babbage, maybe he could get a raise.
He adjusted the spring in his pneumatic arm and set to work driving in the new ties to hold the rail down, muttering again as the arm momentarily hitched, then smashed the hammer into the cobbles, getting it stuck.
“Oh of all the, the tourque’s off again, they JUST fixed me arm last week! #^&#^@(@(!&^#%^^*!8orangutan*&@*@*$^(#purple*@&@!!(!(*@#($8#*@*!&#flapjaw worm ^&@damn pigheaded trams@*&@(!)(@(@*All Hail The Raptor…”
He stopped fighting with the hammer embedded in the street and looked around, wondering why he said that, he dosn’t know of any raptor’s.
Roy rubbed his face, “It’s been a rough day, yeah, the Raptor will make it all better.” He momentarily wondered who the hell the Raptor was, but blew it off as he pulled the hammer out with a wrench, the pistons in his arm whining, and packed his tools . The Raptor will make things better, he’d keep those trams in line , and give the rail workers a raise, maybe better springs even, and cake! yes, cake! for all the filthy mammals like Roy, Roy wished he could be reptillian, it was just his luck to be born a pink mammal.
He packed his tools and sadly headed to the Gut for a drink, lamenting his mammal ways and trying to think how he can make it up the the Raptor, as the repairwork was left there unfinished.
Hm, must remember to check with Mr. Harvey if we might reduce clinic charges for rail workers.. I do quite prefer not getting clipped by rogue trolleys.
Felisa was walking along the street near Brunel Hall when she saw the man coming. His metal arm really rather made him look fearsome, so she ducked to one side to give him plenty of room to pass. She froze, though, as she caught his baleful glare at her. Thankfully, he simply walked on by, though she caught a mutter of “Filthy mammal” as he did so.
She looked herself over quickly, then shot a confused glance at his back. “I clean myself,” she said softly. But perhaps she hadn’t done a good enough job this morning. The evening was warm enough that a quick dip in the sea in Clockhaven shouldn’t leave her too chilled. She quickly scurried into an alley, heading south.
((Man, I am a bigger softy than I realized. I felt sad for Felisa when I got to the part
“She looked herself over quickly, then shot a confused glance at his back. “I clean myself,” she said softly.”))
((Awwwww. ~grin~
Remember, though, she used to be a cat. Cleanliness is still very important to her. ~wink~))
((I had not forgotten that you use to be a cat.))
((Cats:Nature’s OCD victims))
((Too true. One of many reasons they’d be the only consistently clean urchins in town.))
((Excuse me? and how about us foxes? well, yes, there can be a bit of an aroma, but that’s natural, nothing to do with cleanliness! heheh))
((I must be the cleanest urchin of All!))
Mornington layed against the wall of the new restaurant taking a break from moving the bar furniture down into the basement of the newly excavated foundations of the hotel.
He caught the high pitched whine of a trapped pneumatic tool and chuckled to himself… “Yup, the bedrock claims another drill”.
He then started chuckling as he heard the usual barrahe of choice phrases that only a railworker could come out with. He stopped chuckling the second the worker started being mesmerized by “The Raptor” and a worried look came upon Mornington’s face.
“There’s only one of those dumb extinct lizards around that I know about…that Doc guy, I better keep an eye on him.”