Part 1: A dusty small town in the middle of nowhere

[RyderHakubi]

"I'm guessing you can't go because you need to stay here and keep the filter functional, right?"

[Dracos]

"That's right.  You looked like a smart, if crazy, kid!"

Dracos

[Halbarad]

"Many thanks, Doctor." Clyde tips his hat to the man and heads out of the office, looking for the aforementioned inn.

[RyderHakubi]

"Crazy's relative... I think I'm the normal one and everyone else is crazy...  But that philosophy is for another day."

Ryder sighed... He knew he was getting into trouble he knew he wasn't going to like.  Damn that nice part of him saying that it was the right thing to do... Why can't be be like the guy that set up a communist regime in Crystal Tokyo?

Oh yeah... he died.

"If I knew what I needed to get and how to get them... would you trust a stranger with that knowledge?"

[Dracos]

Clyde:

Heading out, he quickly spotted the Gecko's Tongue, the largest building in town.

Dracos

[Dracos]

The guy scratched his ear again. "What knowledge?  To go get them?  You mean what parts to get?"

Dracos

[RyderHakubi]

Ryder nods slowly.  "Exactly... what parts to get."

[Halbarad]

Clyde squares his shoulders and heads into the building. Wonder what this place is like.

[Dracos]

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out the world's most grimey sheet of paper.

He then reaches for a pen...pulling it from his ear.  Then he began writing and then stuffed the sheet into Ryder's hand.  "Here, give it to one of the techies there.  They'll know what's what!"

Dracos

[RyderHakubi]

Ryder sighed... He knew one flaw in his plan...

"Sir... you know I'm new here... do you know anyone that could be a guide or somethin'?"

[Dexie Oblivion]

Darx looks up, eyes on Clyde as he enters.

[Dracos]

Clyde:

Walking in, you see a calming bar scene.  A middle aged woman walking back behind the bar.  A bunch of relatively full tables to your left, some with people playing poker.  To your right, you see an old man with a red bird nearby that he's petting telling stories to young children.  There's a large table by the fireplace with three folks sitting down starting to talk.  His eyes could guess that something just happened here, since some of the folks near the door look a bit unhappy.

Everyone but Ryder and Clyde:

You see a middling tall man step in, dressed unusually as if stepping out of the eighteen hundreds.  Brown of hair and gray of eyes, he looked around with a perceptive sense to his eyes.

Dracos

[Halbarad]

Clyde stepped up to the bar, giving a nod to the woman now behind it. "Pardon me, ma'am, I'm a bit new in town. A question, if I may; do you know of anyone here who could use someone with mechanical skills?"

[Olvelsper]

"Huh. Odd colored eyes." The suit clad man noticed before turning to the two others at his table. "My name's Jan Smith, by the way. Was my guess right?" Jan asked of the two at his table as he took a leisurely sip from his cup. He wasn't so sure of the boy, but his senses had never lied to him before, so something had to be off with Scarf.  

Not everyone was as colorful as Wings, afterall.

[Dracos]

Ryder:

"Hum, could try the inn.  Lot's of travelers hang out at the Gecko's tongue."

Dracos