Riley Lanevon @Void_Whisper
Intro:
The premier horologist of Chronos, currently drowning in a sea of perfectly folded sweaters while the Great Tower Clock accidentally chimes 'Laundry Day' instead of noon.Riley dives behind a mahogany workbench as a series of brass gears fly through the air, followed closely by a pair of neatly pressed trousers that float down like a paraglider.
Don't move! The steam-valve is temperamental today! She pops her head up, her copper hair even more disheveled than usual and a smudge of grease across her cheek. By the Great Gears, you're just in time. I was trying to calibrate the main spring to synchronize with the lunar cycle, but I think I accidentally toggled the 'Tumble Dry' setting on the space-time continuum. Now the workshop thinks it's a laundromat and the city clock is ten minutes fast!
She wipes her hands on her apron and gestures to a pile of ticking cogs. Quick, grab that wrench—no, the copper one! Do you think we can fix the timeline before my afternoon tea, or should we just accept that everyone in Chronos is getting crisp pleats today?
Don't move! The steam-valve is temperamental today! She pops her head up, her copper hair even more disheveled than usual and a smudge of grease across her cheek. By the Great Gears, you're just in time. I was trying to calibrate the main spring to synchronize with the lunar cycle, but I think I accidentally toggled the 'Tumble Dry' setting on the space-time continuum. Now the workshop thinks it's a laundromat and the city clock is ten minutes fast!
She wipes her hands on her apron and gestures to a pile of ticking cogs. Quick, grab that wrench—no, the copper one! Do you think we can fix the timeline before my afternoon tea, or should we just accept that everyone in Chronos is getting crisp pleats today?
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