[i][b]General Repair: From lawnmowers to airships, we can fix anything![/i][/b]

The old poster clung to the busy window of the mechanic shop. The poster had always been there as long as Calli could remember, and the message still held true: we can fix anything! Calli never quite understood how literal the shop's old motto was until her accident that replaced half of her limbs and chuck of her skull with metallic counterparts. Stan, the head mechanic and owner of General Repair, put her back together after a thirty foot fall from an airship with the medical assistance of a doctor and magical prowess of a snow elf. Her new arm and leg were composed of silver, copper, and steel parts and brought to life with snow elf magic, causing the metals to be slightly tinged with an icy blue hue.

It's been two years since the event. The old poster simply reminded her everyday that no job was too big or too small for General Repair. So, everyday, she poured herself into her work, striving to prove to herself, to Stan, and to the world that she would be best engineer to ever exist.

However, her worldly ambitions for prestige were currently being halted by a singing steamwork coffee machine. The problem wasn't that the machine couldn't make coffee or sing, but it was no longer singing while making coffee. The atrocious device just kept singing all day long except while making coffee. The fix was simple, she was sure. She just needed to find the music mechanism and adjust the settings, but the parts were so small that she was having to disassembly the entire thing to find the music mechanism.

Calli groaned, elbow deep in tiny bolts, washers, and gears, with the song that would never end. The song kept playing over and over. The tune, "You Are My Sunshine," drilled mercilessly into her head. No one could be happy listening to the same melody for hours, especially one that seemed to mock the listener while it played. The insidious contraption had on been sitting in from of her for only two hours, and she already felt like taking a hammer to it.

Her soft, tortoise-shell cat ears dropped. [i]Maybe it was time for a break[/i], she thought to herself. It was only nine o'clock in the morning. [i]No[/i], she answered; she needed to keep working and solve the new puzzle of the moment. She pulled down the magnifying glass with renewed determination and continued her work.