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Level 7: 04/70
Word Count: 697
Location: Mint Line- Twilight Town
Points Gained: 1
NEW EXP balance--- Level 7: 05/70 (pending)[/center]

	Jesse squinted against the twilight sun, taking in the breathtaking vista. A sprawling yet cozy city of warm colors and happy people.

	[i]Suspicious.[/i] Jesse thought to herself sarcastically, squinting even harder. She just smiled to herself, quietly stepping off the train and listening to the others rejoice or chatter, comfortably lingering on the outskirts of the conversation as she often did.  Happy to take in the view, this looked like the nicest place so far. Al Mamoon was alright but that whole civil was business had left a sour taste in her mouth. 	

	And, of course, Jesse always was on the lookout for evil brewing underneath the surface. She didn’t want to get too settled down, right?


	It was about that moment a series of slap-dash yet undoubtedly effective cars came screaming around the corner, one of them flipping over entirely.

	[i]There’s a make-your-own-racecar factory in town? For free? And then you do street races also for free? Fuck yeah! We’ll never turn down free shit, would we? Besides, I kinda know how to drive. Even if I don’t know how to drive, a little car crash never hurt anyone. Okay that’s objectively untrue, but I’ll probably be fine anyway.[/i]

	“Good luck learning how to drive. Right into the deep end, that’s the best way to learn.” Jesse said as Midna took off. So many people here had probably never even seen a car until a few months ago. Jesse felt lucky to be from a universe where she could hazard a guess as to what she could expect to see.

	Big Band wanted a tune up, and Jesse began to wonder the true nature of his situation. He hadn’t come out of that thing even one time. [i]Does he choose to be in there, or is he just a cyborg..? Some kind of overtuned prosthetic?[/i]

[i]Hah. Ha ha. Overtuned.[/i]

	Jesse went on down to Mumbo’s Motors. The entire place reminded her of a bizarro world version of a place she used to work. She never did mind the smell of gasoline.

	“So anyone can just build anything, huh? Mind if I take something out for a spin?” Jesse thought. Soon a simple vehicle began to take place. A rectangle with four wheels and steering wheel attached. Jesse produced and considered her Tool Gun. She could make it…really big? Or really small.

	[i]Hell. I could shrink down a vehicle and keep it in my pocket for later use. That might come in handy, huh?[/i] She thought to Polaris.

	The colorful pieces came together and Jesse ended up with a spring loaded contraption that she attached a lot of balloons to the roof of. Her plan was, whenever she wanted, she would grab the vehicle with Launch and fling it upwards. Then the balloons would let her drift wherever she wanted. She had a few wacky and/or zany ideas but she wanted to take a slightly smaller risk first.

	“Thanks, Mumbo’s Motors. I’d drink from a coffee mug with your logo on it any morning of the week.” She called out to the staff, pleased with how things were coming together so that she could amuse herself. 

	Jesse palmed the steering wheel only to realize she forgot to add a horn. “...Beep beep.” She said aloud, hitting the steering wheel anyway. “Who's ready to eat my proverbial dust?” Taunting flatly, she pulled into the race track and pressed responsibly on the gas, going at a reasonable pace as she felt things out. 

	“Man. Fuck this.” Jesse chuckled, and put the pedal to the medal. Almost immediately she nearly skidded into a wall but took the corner just in time. “Hey, Princess Midna.” She said, pulling up alongside her and matching her pace. Balloons trailed from the top of Jesse’s car. Balloon-Car is born!

	“I’d ask why they gave you a license this fast but then I remembered they sanction street racing using scrap vehicles. Kind of answers itself. Must be a tourism thing, huh? You need any pointers? I got a B+ in my driver’s ed class so, I’m pretty much an expert.” She said, raising an eyebrow and glancing at Midna over the top of non-existent sunglasses. 

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mentions: Midna [@DracoLunaris]