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[crossmyheartandhope]

[A cratered building some distance off, and a portion of the track that looks like it's been sliced clean through.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Do you know that look people have when they see a kicked puppy?

Well, Intensity doesn't give two shits about puppies, but that is the same expression he is wearing when he is looking at the destroyed roller coaster]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[...oh.]

[Oops.]

...sorry, dude.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What happened to the car?

[crossmyheartandhope]

It, uh. Y'know.

[He traces the path it took through the sky, more or less, to collide with the building.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[They're taking off to explore to the cratered building then. To see if there is anything left of the car]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[As soon as they get there and Hurricane realizes what he's looking for:]

...it, uh. It might hard to... find.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Does that mean we have to make a new one from scratch?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Well, I mean - there's other cars, right? No way they could handle the crowds in a city this size with just one of em.

I figure, long's the track gets fixed, people can use the other cars just fine.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

That's not how it works. These things are synchronized, timed. There's a lot of effort put into maximizing efficiency - both in loading and unloading passengers and optimal throughput of the ride itself.

You can't just remove a piece and expect it to work the same as before.

[crossmyheartandhope]

So it just won't move at all, if we don't got that one?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

No. It's just---



[Huffs and shakes his head, bringing Blue Eyes back into the air]

You're right, the track needs to get fixed first.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Quiet for a couple of seconds. Then:]

...it's just...?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Nothing.

[He slides off Blue Eyes well above the track, not even bothering to land her. He lands gracefully onto the metal, not even a slight wobble to his balance]

I'll fix this.

[Turning to look back at Hurricane still up in the air]

You take Blue Eyes back to the hotel.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I could help?

If you need help. Like - moving stuff. Materials, or whatever.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The whole slice section of track (plus a good few meters on either side) start glowing an violent silver/blue]

I don't need it.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Well - lemme leave the dragon, at least. So you got a way to get back.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I don't need it!

[crossmyheartandhope]

...yeah, uh.

Yeah, sure.

[He hesitates a beat, and then a beat longer, like he's debating adding something else.]

[But in the end he just takes ducks his head and urges the dragon into the sky, heading back for the hotel.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Blue Eyes will dutifully follow his instructions back to wherever he plans on heading.

And as for behind him, well - let's just say their is an impressive light show that has nothing to do with the scheduled presentations at the amusement park]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Intensity said hotel, so he's taking her back to the hotel before he nopes right out and takes his bike elsewhere.]

[It's a couple hours later before Intensity gets a text:]

hurricane: thx for helping
hurricane: sorry for the trouble

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Another hour or so after that, Intensity finds 3k points in his account and a couple more texts:]

hurricane: idk what your commissions run
hurricane: lmk if i owe you more