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Buffel had leaped at the opportunity to help the space program. He thought of all the friendly faces and the chance to see the stars from just a little bit closer. He searched around for anyone he knew. Watching the trundlebuggies walk by, bored but trying to keep focused on the task. Two by two, line by line, two by two, two by two, two by one, two by two- wait a second, where'd that little varmint gad off to?

Twirling around, Buffel smacked right into a large troll directly behind him. Not moving the man in the slightest, Buffel instead took the full brunt of the impact and fell to the ground. Getting up and dusting himself off, he made to apologize.

”Beg yer pardon sir, I was lost in thoguht lookin' for the-”

He stopped, noticing that the large troll before was actually a highblood.

Who knew little ol' Chittentown had a few supporters way up in the ranks?

Sascha had seen the SRDPSL facilities on a busy night, but this was on an entirely other level. He knew the gist of what was going on in his absence. However he'd clearly failed to grasp the sheer scale of what Chittentown was dealing with. It was awesome.

What Chittentown lacked relative to Civisect's funding and shiny, new laboratories, it more than made up for in size, population, and experience. The media kept alluding to Chittentown being some kind of underdog, but Sascha knew better. The rusty trench that was this desert city had the home field advantage and the hemospectrum couldn't do jack s**t about it.

Sascha thrived off the frantic energy of the laboratories. He may not have been a high ranking scientist or board member, but he had been there since the beginning. To be part of an undertaking this huge was all he ever wanted. The skeletal base of the space-bound elevator was tangible proof of his contributions. He wasn't about to stop now, either.

Almost on cue, a frazzled researcher knocked into Sascha. They seemed about to continue rushing off when they noticed they'd run into a troll. They gave Sascha a quick look up and down before waving over a couple worker drones. "Hold this," the researcher said flatly. Before Sascha could say anything, the drones quickly shoved a steel girder into Sascha's grip. Their relief was palpable, but quickly distracted as they continued after the researcher who was already making their way off the premises.

Sascha only then realized his predicament: left holding a steel beam like a laundry basket. "H-Hey! Wait, what am I supposed to do with this!? What is it?! HEY COME BACK HERE!"

The tealblood shrugged. "You do you, bro." Forera chuckled, watching the younger troll adjust his jumpsuit. She raised her brow at the metal arm, staying silent as she listened to him respond to her question with slight amusement in her eyes. This guy seemed a little like a try-hard, but Rera wasn't going to mention that. At least, not yet. She watched him pick up another beam, and honestly, felt like snickering a little but resisted.Then, he called her tiny. Forera slid her hand into his, grip strength hard as steel-- And even more so, with her gauntlets on. "Perore. I'm sure we will, Wimpy."

Their introductions were cut short by sudden arm sliding around her shoulders, and Forera almost shoved the troll away. A quick glance made her relax some, but she still didn't know how to deal with her. She didn't know how she'd decided it was suddenly okay for her to hang with her. Then Forera remembered their agreement. She wrinkled her nose, then gave her a mocking smile. "Yeaah, cause we're definitely not here to interact and make friends. Why don't y'pester someone else, Ardy?" Leeroi seemed to like her, though. Forera resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

A younger troll approached them, and at this point the tealblood had a weird feeling they were letting too many unknown people into their fold. She relaxed some, though, knowing they were supposed to work together as 'a team to help Chittentown win while also steal.' She did however raise an eyebrow at her and offer sort of a half smile. "Ri, huh? Thanks fer t'recognition n'all. Sweet of ya, kid. I'm Perore. But I think we gotta really get to work!" She sounded a little dismissive, sure, but it wasn't like these pieces would just move themselves!

Luxara continued to appraise Leeroi while they bumped fists. The blueblood seemed pretty pumped, all things considered. She'd have to keep an eye on this one. It was just so bizarre to see a highblood in Chittentown, and her gut was keeping her alert. But he seemed nice, anyway, on the surface. Better than being a snot.

While Leeroi was distracted by the kids, she turned to Rera. "Aww, don't be like that. I haven't even done anything tonight. C'mere." She leaned in, as if to kiss her tealblood companion on the cheek. "Meet us at the facility later. We're gonna jack Snootyville," she mumbled into Forera's spongeclot.

After she pulled back, she cast an eye on the scene with the children. The greenblood, Ri, seemed pleasant. So much enthusiasm for the space ladder! It reminded Luxara of her youth. "Hey, Ri, I'm Ardais."

A yellowblood, too, had wandered in. Plenty going on, and would be interesting to watch further, but there was work to do. "I agree with Pery here. Work won't do itself! Nice meeting you all, but I've got some things to do to help get this show on the road. Ever need someone to move paperwork for you or get an after-work drink with, gimme a holler."

She gave a two-fingered salute, winked and Rera, turned, and was ollie.

It wasn't much later that she could be seen in the distance, climbing scaffolding like an acrobatic pro.


-1 morale, -1 labor for rebel doings

Before the troll came out, Kolako realized there was a large beam in the way. It would've impeded their movements, had she not decided to roll it away! She wasn't really physically strong, sure, but pushing was enough for her really! She rolled it quickly to another troll nearby, whom thanked her as she roll thrusted another one to another group. Soon enough, Kolako was finished moving the large and rather hard to deal with pillars out of the way in the nick of time, giving the troll a greater, more spacious amount of space to slide out of there from, and with wide, curious eyes, Kolako saw that the troll whom finished coming out of the vent was...

"Do you need...assistance? Or would that get in the way of," she looked up to remember what he had said exactly, "having biceps that tear cheap shirts apart?" There was pride and self-image and whatnot but she could keep it light-hearted, right? "But, really, do you need help? It sounds like you're having difficulty..."

Well, with all the noises he was making, she had to make a quick call. The tealblood latched onto the beam and followed Sascha as he went backwards. Oh- oh, dear, no wonder he was making noise.

"Ah- I'm fine, I just got here tonight so I have no complaints. May I take a guess that you're excited about the space ladder...?"

He might as well be a stuck trundlebuggy, the way it was looking.

Fully aware that she held sensitive documents in her hands, Lutrin made sure to employ only the finest stealth tactics as she made her way to to the drop point. Slow motion cartwheels, army crawling, garbage can disguises... she knew every trick in the book and executed each one with perfect finesse.

Popping her head out from one of her trash bin disguises, Lutrin surveyed her surroundings. Another scientist just started down the hall towards her. She started to duck, but just then the scientist made eye contact with her. They both paused. For the scientist, an uncomfortable moment passed. Lutrin narrowed her eyes. Then the scientist began to walk down the hall, averting her gaze. Lutrin nodded, her eyes following the woman all the way.

“Keep moving, lady. That's right. Nothing to see here...”