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"Ya know the eastern edge of the city, there is this inn, whats its name...Copper Cog? My crew should there, the dock is right next to 'at as well." Rufus placed the boxes into his duster. "I will be 'ere about..." He took out a gold pocket watch with silver and copper accents. "About an hour."

From the darkness watched the children. Each one with their fresh keen eyes and accute hearing, scuttling accross the barren brick roads of the darkened alleys. Where did they come from? Upon investigation, they could tracked back to one man; Iden of the Wheelbrook estate (or at least was...)

Tightening the last bolt in his prototype analysis engine, Iden exhaled a heavy sigh whilst a familiar face came in through the curtains. "Good day, Mr. Wheelbrook!" said the child in his usual cheerful tone.
Iden lifted his hand in salutation before replying with a simple; "Hello." Before resuming this conversation, he wiped his filthy equipment with whatever cloth he could find. "Find anything interesting?" he asked as he replaced his treasured tools into his bag.
"Well we found a few 'spare' scraps lying around," he informed him as he emptied a lenin cloth bag revealing a series of fine pocketwatches and parts of old machinery. "And we also overheard something quite interesting!" he continued while he sorted the useful parts from the junk, "A crew was looking for a few extra hands for some job. Maybe you'd be interested, sir?"
"I'm busy with my own work..." he lied. All he really did nowadays was tweak his analaysis engine and worked on a few new engines and steamjets for his propellar plane.
"We all know you've got nothing better to do," the child grinned as he examined the analysis engine, notcing that the only thing Iden had done was taking it apart and putting it back together (cleaning it in the process), "Why not go sign up? We'll keep lookout for more information on Steel Core. So long you as keep us fed that is."
Iden sighed and laughed at his own acediatic attitude. Standing up he grabbed his bag along with a few pressurised canisters. "Where did you say it was?" he asked the child.
"Copper Cog." he told him, "Eastern Edge. Within the hour, sir."
"Well i'd better hurry then..."

Moébegan to store her most valuable tools in a suitcase; however, the way she had packed them was heavily improbable.

I should get somethign to drink first, she reasoned.

Moé lugged her large suitcase in both arms as she entered the Copper Cog.
She was quickly given a seat [though her odd appearance caused a couple of double takes], and she sat at a non-window, table seat; she would not be staying for the night, but she still needed a drink.

"Ma'am," the waitress asked, "what would you like?"

"Coffee, with lots of cream and a little sugar."

As the waitress left, Moé began to write down what seemed to be a list of materials, and paid no attention to the trio in the nearby booth.

Moé finished the list of materials, and when she recieved her coffee, she held her nose and chugged some of it black. She then used cream for the difference, and one packet of sugar.

Moé quickly bent down and took the screwdriver, holding it out for Alice to take. She smiled widely.

Moé went back into her seat, and then took out what seemed to be an egg-shaped clockwork mechanism. She took out a bunch of foreign-looking crafter's tools as she waited for either a dessert menu or a refill [or both].

[[It is a cafe.]]

The waitress passed by Moé on her way to the booth.
"Would you like anything else? A refill?"

Moé grinned.
"A refill, annnnnd..."

She pointed to something on the provided dessert menu, and the waitress nodded, heading to the booth.

Moé took out what seemed to be a small box, but its identity was confirmed when she hhit some chimes with a toothpick. She tested out the tiny music-box melody by turning its crank, and, half-way through, she continued working on the clockwork.