The Society of Truth, an RP

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Alina beckoned to Calder. "Come on, make yourself useful," she said, leading him down the stairs and flipping the hatch to the basement hideout open.

They disappeared down the ladder.
Mark wandered around, looking at all the different experiments, but being careful not to touch anything.
 
Calder soon reappeared, carrying a sleek wing in each hand. Neither were very big, but that wasn't the point.

Alina quickly followed, her hands carefully cradling the main fuselage with the engine welded below.
Mark whistled, "Now that is craftsmanship."
 
Alina flushed, "It's not the first time, believe me," she told him, putting it down and clearing a space around it. "Excuse the fact that I have so many things going on in here, it can be a little difficult to get space to breathe sometimes!"
"No, I get it. Sometimes you have an idea, and you have to get it down on paper, or start working on it. I get like that, but I don't have room to start all the ideas," Mark said.
 
"No, I get it. Sometimes you have an idea, and you have to get it down on paper, or start working on it. I get like that, but I don't have room to start all the ideas," Mark said.
Alina laughed, "This was three rooms. I knocked through. Or rather, my parents did, when I first started big projects like this."

She carefully pushed a table holding several aged manuscripts into a corner, and followed it with another table, this almost covered in stacks of blueprints.

"There. Now we have some room." she said, rummaging through the blueprints and finally bringing one out with a triumphant smile. "Here's what it has to look like."

The blueprint showed the small craft in good detail.

(I think I might just draw what it's meant to look like)
 
Alina laughed, "This was three rooms. I knocked through. Or rather, my parents did, when I first started big projects like this."

She carefully pushed a table holding several aged manuscripts into a corner, and followed it with another table, this almost covered in stacks of blueprints.

"There. Now we have some room." she said, rummaging through the blueprints and finally bringing one out with a triumphant smile. "Here's what it has to look like."

The blueprint showed the small craft in good detail.

(I think I might just draw what it's meant to look like)
(Okay, that sounds good. I'm not going to be on for a while though. Homework.)
 
(Okay, that sounds good. I'm not going to be on for a while though. Homework.)
(Yeah, nws. I have homework too. If it's not rude, do you know roughly what sort of time you'll be back?

So here's a really brief like REALLY brief sketch... hope it makes sense... It's basically a long fuselage which the passenger/pilot lies along. Positioned at arms' length is a touchscreen controls with a sort of joystick if that makes sense.)

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(Yeah, nws. I have homework too. If it's not rude, do you know roughly what sort of time you'll be back?

So here's a really brief like REALLY brief sketch... hope it makes sense... It's basically a long fuselage which the passenger/pilot lies along. Positioned at arms' length is a touchscreen controls with a sort of joystick if that makes sense.)

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(Okay, I'm back.)
 
Alina laughed, "This was three rooms. I knocked through. Or rather, my parents did, when I first started big projects like this."

She carefully pushed a table holding several aged manuscripts into a corner, and followed it with another table, this almost covered in stacks of blueprints.

"There. Now we have some room." she said, rummaging through the blueprints and finally bringing one out with a triumphant smile. "Here's what it has to look like."

The blueprint showed the small craft in good detail.

(I think I might just draw what it's meant to look like)
"Okay, so if we can attach the scanner in here," Mark pointed, "Then we could even have room for a pilot still. It would be better if we could make it controllable from a distance though," he added.
 

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