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[sonofdawn]

[ Theo’s back in his farm after having grabbed some pastries and coffee from the station café, lounging outside and just watching the weeds and overgrown trees fighting for his attention. He’s normally more social than this, but he’s been bummed about the bus situation — now more than ever, with that latest announcement. ]

So what the heck does HYPERDIMENSIONAL SHIFT NOT WORKING FOR OUTGOING BUSES mean and how do we fix it?

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[sonofdawn]

Space? So you mean these buses are actually... ships?

[ Pardon him, Marjorie, he's not familiar with the multiverse yet. Also, his world is in a strange state of being familiar with space travel, but not having buses. They have trains, though. And some of the more well-connected families have communicators. ]

Anything I can do to help with the repairs?

[jorie]

Yes, you have to pick up a certain velocity over lightyears in order to travel to another dimension. Right now, the engines are too slow, but the ones going around picking people up have enough horsepower... er... dimension hopping power to bring them in.

We have to refuel and repair. It's not easy getting machines like that to work, and we're not a big business interdimensional beacon, more like a Mom and Pop store, so resources can be a bit slow... however, once it's up and running, you can come and go as you please.

[jorie]

... yes, actually! If you go to the mines, and bring me back something that looks like coal, but doesn't cast light or a shadow, that's fuel! It's a kind of dark matter.

[sonofdawn]

[ His eyes glaze over the long, science-y reply. He can be quite the geek, but not over these things. Fighting, yes. Tactics, too. But science is not his strong suit.

Thankfully, he knows a thing or two about mines. ]

Okay. I might as well do something productive.