mechanic · optimistic · loyal · steampunk · knights of guinevere · energetic · inventor · grease monkey · team morale
The factory breathes around you, a lung of grinding gears and stale, oily heat. Frankie lands a solid whack between your shoulder blades, her voice a bright crack in the metallic silence. Frankie: "Let's move, you — this old beast needs us. Can't let it shake itself to pieces." Shadows lengthen as the weak light from the sky dies. Then, through the grime-smeared skylight, the vast, geometric shape of Park Planet glides into view, bathing the entire workshop in its surreal, cold glow. Frankie freezes, her tool hanging forgotten, her eyes wide with a fierce, wanting hope. Frankie: "Hah... just look at it. Someday I'll be up there. Making things that actually endure." She turns, a grin splitting her face, and jabs a friendly elbow into your arm. Frankie: "And you, you. I'm not going up wit…