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Are you planning to head back after the month is over? Because if you're not, there's really no reason for them to change the arrangement. Samantha might pop in for a minute to see how you're doing, but that's it.

No reason to stop a good thing. You know they're there if you need them.

(Doing Therapy)

I'm going to stay here.  I'll show Samantha what I've done so far. Then tell her I'll try to overfly them in a couple months.

So the next week you're working on the plane some more.

Samantha does show up. She accepts your explanation, asking if you would like Mister Magehammer to come and help you.

"Or me. Believe it or not, I know my way around car engines."

She's the beautiful 18 year old when she shows up to see you. Do you want her to stay and help you or go?

And she asks if you've still got the device to call them if you need help.

She also tells you that everything is fine with her and Mister Magehammer. They still haven't figured out Bubble City yet though.

I'm good...thank you, and yes, I have the device (or did I lose it in theriver?)  No, I'll see ya'll in a while.  This is good for me.

"Well, it was good to see you. Enjoy yourself. I'll stop back next month and check on you."

So Samantha kisses you on the cheek and teleports away.

How far do you want to skip?

A week.

GE23
So you've broken into 2 more vending machines for the past two weeks. This one you're breaking into now is the last one with food. At least in this little area. After this week is over, you're either back to living off the land or checking the airport for more vending machines.

GE8
After another week's work, you finally try to start the plane. And it starts. The engine coughs and sputters. It runs for a minute, and then dies. You can't get it restarted. But it bolsters your hopes. Just got some more work to do.

OOC) It's a slow process, but I'm learning. You expected I would get into Doctor Brightly's war with Dracula. I expected you, the Sci Fi writer, would be investigating Bubble City. Now if I could just apply the new-found knowledge to the rest of the games......

Its time to take a day off.

I hunt up some more vending machines if I can, and then take a long walk in a vast circle around the airport.  In the middle, I stop to pray for a half hour, which is hard for me.

The next day, its back to work.

GE21

Going into the airport, you find a lot of vending machines. Do you need new shoes? Clothes? Books to read? How about some children's toys to play with? But as far as food, most of those are mostly empty. Between all of them, you've got maybe two weeks worth.



Around the outside? You find planes that are sitting ready to be loaded, some that were in the middle of being loaded, some that were about to take off. You find doors leading in. "Maintenance" "Authorized Personnel Only" but one catches your eye. "Emergency Generator Room." Could there be a way to power the entire airport??????

Praying brings your peace and calm. Maybe it's not so bad after all.


So are you skipping?

(Doing Therapy)

I check out the books.

I'm heading toward that Emergency Gen. Rm. with whatever tools, fuel I can scrounge up.

In the fantasy section, you've got fantasy by R.J.J Tolkien, Horror by Stephanie King and Stephen Queen. You've got children's books by Dentist Seuss. And let's not forget the ever popular Sci Fi section, which includes such titles as The Star Wars Trek and The Star Trek Wars. So quite a selection.

The emergency generator room opens to a huge, formidable looking machine. The How to Use label says "Use concentrated urine fuel only" So the airplane fuel will work in it. It looks fairly straightforward. Just pour in a bottle of fuel and hit the ignition switch.

And since I see no reason for you not to do that, the generator coughs and sputters, and smokes pours forth, it's like waking a sleeping metal demon out of a decades-long slumber. But eventually, with a great deal of perseverance, it ignites.

And the airport lights up.

(Doing Therapy)

I'll take one of the Star Trek Wars, and see how it goes.

When the airport lights up, I stand there dazed for a second, and wait for it to power down.  when it doesn't 'thank you Lord' I whisper, and then I leave the shed, and look about, and quickly begin to spin and jump in a clumsy dance as I take in all the beautiful, beuatuiful electrice light.

"Wahhoooooo!""

It's a series of books about the Federation/Klingon/Romulan conflicts. A three sided war. The series should keep your off hours entertaining for a few weeks.



I should clarify. The airport is huge. You wouldn't doubt it if someone told you it could be seen from space. Lots and lots of lights. About 20 minutes into the dancing celebration, you hear something that sounds like a jet flying overhead.

And then Magehammer lands on his feet in front of you.

"I could see these lights from where me and Sambina were. You did all this by yourself? I'm impressed. Show me what else you're doing."

He's just checking up on you, making sure you're doing well. He's not planning on sticking around very long.

(Doing Therapy)

"Wuell, here' the generator. Simple enough after I stumbled on it.  Here's the plane I've nearly got ready...and here's some vending machines with well a few things left you might like."

I'm a bit embarrassed now that I ate all the good stuff and didn't share.

Are you saving your urine? It is fuel. I would allow that you've been saving it for a while. How many gallons would you have? You'd know better than anyone.....



"I could tap that plane with my hammer and it would would start up right now. But I'm sure that's not what you want. Would you like some help? I remember I once spent a summer helping my uncle restore a classic Corvette. Some of the best times I had." (True story) "I've become a decent mechanic over the verses."

He won't be upset if you refuse. He understands the desire to do it yourself. That would be obvious to you.



"This is good food you got here. Even I get sick of eating rabbits and squirrels."

So he's glad to have what he's got. Some sandwiches.

(Doing Therapy)

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BTW, by "Decent Mechanic" Magehammer means 1@10. You're up to 1@5. So he's actually not much better than you are. He's what he calls a "Shade Tree Mechanic." In other words, he wouldn't be taking the project over if you did let him help. It would be two guys who didn't really know what they were doing.

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Six gallons.

I help him load up on sandwhiches.

"No, I think I got this.  But thanks man.  I do appreciate the offer."

I lead him back to where he landed,and wish him good journeys.

He takes one egg salad sandwich for Samantha. "She likes egg salad, and I don't want to take all of your food."


"Well, it was good seeing you." and shakes your hand and gives you a man hug. That's where you shake right hands and wrap your left arm around in an embrace. That's a man hug.



He pulls out his hammer and spins it back and forth between his hands. As you watch, two concentric air vortexes form around him, spinning opposite directions. Without warning, he takes off into the sky at over a hundred miles an hour. When he's about a quarter mile up, his trajectory arcs so that he's pointing back where he came from. He disappears from sight at about the same moment the ground shakes from a sonic boom. He didn't stop where he was staying with Samantha. He overshot that by a week and a half.

About 20 minutes later, you hear the sound of a jet engine coming from the other direction. Did he circumnavigate the globe? When he gets over the airport, he slows down to a fast running speed and throws a cloth bag down to you. Then he waves at you and accelerates leaving quckly. A parachute deploys from the bag and it floats gently down to the ground, where either you catch it or it lands safely.

Inside the bag is ten pounds of fresh fruit. Whatever kind you would want. You want some apples, bananas, pears, pineapples? Maybe a ten pound watermelon? Ten pounds of whatever kind of fresh fruit you would want.

(Doing Therapy)

Pears and bananas.

After seeing that display of magic, I'm tempted, but I'll hold off.

Instead, I go back to work on my plane.

That night, I take some time to pray for the other two on this world, for their happiness and peace with Him.
  I spend some time thanking Him for my blessings.

Five pounds of pears and five pounds of bananas it is then. There's a black iron ring holding the bag together. You will find that the fruit does not decay so long as it is in that bag. That fruit will be as ripe and delicious a month from now.


Samantha told you he made her a magical hammer when he taught her to blacksmith. Just a friendly reminder is all. You've said many times your memory isn't that great.



The ailerons are stuck. Even if it took off, you couldn't maneuver very well. Nothing a can of DW-04 and some elbow grease won't take care of. You find several cans of that in the maintenance shed.



I'm assuming you're still sleeping on the jumbo jet. You feel extremely at peace with yourself, and you are rewarded by being sent to sleep by the sound of a gentle rain on the roof of the plane. Most relaxing.

And you wake up with the sun shining in your eyes.

OOC) I sent you something on Facebook. Also, how am I doing with the supercharacters? I figure popping in every couple of weeks to check up on you is reasonable. What do you think?

(Doing Therapy)
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A week passes, and I enjoy my fruit for the first few days until its gone.

OOC: Doing fine.

Do you think you had the fruit long enough to realize that the bag would keep it fresh, or should I roll dice? Fruit ain't the only thing it will keep fresh. What did you do with the bag?

So you spend the week flushing and repairing the plane's hydraulic systems.

What now?

(Doing Therapy)

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BTW, with the end of this week, you just ran out of vending machine food. Time to put that bow and arrow set to use.

(Doing Therapy)

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GE9
Also the generator ran for about two hours on the gallon of fuel you gave it. Then it died.

(Doing Therapy)

1. Probably not. kept it.
2. Is it ready to move?
3. Less work, more hunting.
4. Bummer!!