Gidget Tvorca

Talk about "Dancing With the Stars". The kid went missing and was some how dancing in the sky with Ip. I'm not sure if my last screw has come loose, cause the wheels came off tonight! The kid and Princess seem to know this tiny God, who replaced Xoya's arm with his own (only its big some how?). Apparently he is old friends with Ki' and her family? The princess (who is actually a princess. Nailed It!) just keeps getting weirder. I can't say I followed most of their stories. Something about Ip and Okq being created from the body of their father after he was stepped on by a horse? Then more fantastic stories of their lives being saved by the sun goddess back in the day? It was strange to say the least. One story did have an odd bit sense to it. The idea that there are other worlds with other people. The fact that the voices of the gods put imagination and inspiration into our minds. (could the PACK really be real?) I can't say that I have felt many gods, but Tinker's Puau has called to me since I was a child. Somehow, when I was down, when I would sit next to his image and chat, I felt better. When I was really lucky, I found inspiration. I hope I'm not crazy or that I didn't just drink really bad water. I'd like to believe I can meet Puau in 28 days.   Now it's time to save the world or die trying. Xhoya and Ki' scouted ahead (they need a little training in that regard. You don't let yourself get so far out of range when people are offering you cover fire. Sarg and I need to give them some more guidance so our maneuvers are better next time.) They found a good entrance to the mine, after a false scare. We trapsed down the holes that formerly contained the massive chains that held the scorpion in place. Rusty, my new trusty bat scouting the way. We got a little lost and some "kind" rust mites helped to show us the way.   Arriving on the upper level we were able to convince some cultists to come "help us" in the corridor. They went down quickly, but unfortunately the droid gave us more trouble. Xhoya, Echo and I figured out how to control the collars on the slaves so they don't have to breath on the chains. We shut down the rest of the machines (then I destroyed a few when we knew it wouldn't hurt the dragon born. No sense in allowing the cultists to continue on business as usual if they we fail. From the discovered password they don't seem to really know how this equipment works or how to read primoradial, despite the fact that it is all over their consoles and (later were found out) tattooed on their bodies. A perversion of the names of the Gods. )   The smokey asshole, known as the ghost appeared and I'll admit I was nervous. Luckily, Lux, Xhoya and I all landed some spells and his ass was frozen to the ground, literally, shocked and laughing his ass off against his will. He still had the nerve to try threatening us. Lux and Ki, decided to turn his plan against him and gave him some flying lessons. Too bad he was too enchanted to learn and he did a great impression of a Jaxon Pollock on the floor, so expressive! Jaxon went down to kick some ass while the rest of us used our range to our advantage. One by one the droids and cultist assholes (who can climb walls and became less than human) fell.   Just when we thought we had won it seemed like the ultimate bad guy was going to fight us, but he was just a captive of the most beautiful mech suit on earth. (which made on sense a the time) Until we found that project X was a keeper who'd been held against his will. He was nearly dead from mana sickness and Ki' was beside herself with grief, seeing one of her ancestors treated so terribly. I wasn't sure what I could do, I'd hoped the cube could drain him of the magic overload, but Xhoya said it doesn't work that way. Unexpectedly, Gambit traded his immortality to save him. It looked like he would pay the ultimate price, when I remembered that Ki mentioned the power of prayer. Lux used her influence to get millions of followers to help us give G-man the strength to live. Lux also revealed that she is part wolf.   We talked about what the world might be and how it might be a good idea to bring the gods back in a real way. We chatted on and off during the about Lux using her platform to start a movement where people practice gratitude and embrace their authentic selves. I think we are slowly starting to open up to each other. (Is this what girl talk is like? I really didn't grow up with many gal pals and I'm 52 now, so... better late than never?) Anyway, I hope that we can all be a positive influence in the world. I'm okay if my part is a little less public.   Speaking of my part, I think I'll need to get in touch with Pops about our supply chain. The free market means our shit can end up in all sorts of hands. Our larger guild (also the GSG Gnome Smith' Guild, metal division (MSG sounded too shady) is responsible for all things metallic, more or less (we even sponsor a few metal bands!) Anyway, we need to do some tracking on the supply chain end of things for some serious smelting equipment. This industrial shit isn't cheep and it is hard to transport. There has to be a record of it going somewhere. I know we think they are controlling info (I'll get to that in a sec) but I'm willing to bet they didn't think to shred their receipts and clean up the whole digital paper trail. People aren't usually that meticulous. I can't tell you how many times the police have proven premeditation just by the date of sale we provide on a fire arm. (Take it from me, if it's within a few months, shit is super suspicious!)   Now we are finding out that there are powerful cult people who want the world to be like it used to be, black and white. They live underground in an undercity. Could they be the ones tainting magic? Is it just the magic we drill? Is it all magic? It's not clear. Are the cubes themselves responsible for this?   The more we talk the more we try to figure out the balance of power. It sounds like the black axel must have the "missing" cube. How else can they keep the balance. How and when did they erase the knowledge of the cube? Although they are in a unique place to manipulate information, I still think this plan and this organization has been going for some time. Eldris Highwater (the keeper who was in the hurt locker and used for his magical abilities) has been trapped for 8,250 years. He's been in the same place, and the people who were "behind it all" seem to have been working on this shit for some time. (Same robes just many generations later? Unless to freaky robes give you longevity? Either way, talk about being a slave to a cause! Who the fuck signs up to have a living cloak hook and tentacle it's way into their body? I'm guessing that isn't a day one sort of commitment.) Any way, long story short it sounds like these zealots are attached to these underground people (or one and the same?). I think the black axel is just the latest name for their influence in the world and Zero definitely seems to be a part of it. Anyone who can "magically" get you everything you need ASAP is up to something (though I'm not convinced Zero is just one person or perhaps not even a person at all? Maybe someone build a dooms day program to help the end of the world? That's what I would do. If I was evil and stuff... )   So what are we up to next? Apparently we're going to try establishing a corporation named after the goddess of magic Sanctuary Inc. Though I'm not sure how we can make magic free to people without drilling? Maybe Ki' will have some answers by way of old tech or maybe we'll need to pray (literally) for a whole new way of doing things.   It also sounds like we are going into BRN territory to find out more info on this cult. (what the heck am I going to do about my alliance? Do I joint the Black Axel Cartel knowing about the corruption? I'm not a gnome but I'm still a proud guild member. We do trade all over the world, but people will know who we side with. I'm feeling a little lost right now.   Oh, but it isn't all bad news! I met the man of my dreams, and surprise he's tall, made of metal, and holds one of the most beautiful guns I've seen per date! When he holds me it feel oh so right! Who would think he'd be from the BRN? That's right, we've got a mech suit! I can't wait to give that paint job a nice wash and buff! (Between you and me, I love blue, but so do the boys who like to steal my tools! So pink just sorta grew on me, again, literally)   Gosh, it has been such a whirlwind the last few days, I must be forgetting something? Oh yeah, we made two fake cubes under the strict guidance of Xhoya. (That little genius is giving all of us a run for our money! It is so nice to see Xhoy-Xhoy coming out of her shell!) Anyway, when we put them in the old rock tumbler/ magic pump we accidentally linked them. I'm wondering if that could be a good thing? If we can find a way to separate them. Probably using the hurt locker on the real thing, we might be able to use their seeming magnetic attraction to one another to our benefit. Maybe we can physically draw the Gazelle into a trap after he envelopes one of the false cubes? I wonder if the hurt locker could contain something like him? I wonder if we could use it to suck some power out of the bastard and return it to the earth where it belongs? Of course then I get a little worried. We are assuming that he is a bad guy, not a good guy controlled by bad people. What if there is a sentient being in their like Echo with no voice of his own?   (Sometimes I still wish I would wake up in the hospital after bonking my head) Shit is so complicated, but you know what, part of me has been fed up with the way things are for quite some time. I hate that poor people get the short end of the stick. I hate that so many kids who are orphans didn't catch a lucky break like I did. Don't get me wrong, I worked my ass off for what I have, but still. Those street kids, those bums could have been me, with some minor adjustments. When Ki' talks about this world she comes from, my heart wants to believe it is possible. I mean, I know we can do better than this. Even if it isn't perfect, isn't it worth trying to make things better? So, I'm gonna pray more. I already know Puau, now I'll learn about the others and see where that takes me. I was born to build, and something tells me I can build a better world with this crazy bunch of people, or at least that it is worth a shot. After all, we just saved the fucking world!   Gidget  

So the cat is out of the bag, (no offense to Silas) or rather the Kelien. Sarge is oddly okay with it and no one else seems to give a shit. Lux has created a fake persona for her so she can pass as not frightening, just really rich. Which is half right. Project EMP is up and running., it was part way done when the kid scared the shit out of everyone in the middle of the night screaming, for joy thank the Gods. Xoya somehow figured out how the cube works-ish, I don't know how that big brain keeps on cooking in the middle of the night. That next morning surprise, surprise Sarge was impatient to get going. Our travels turned street racer and we found the tunnels his superior told us about and passed by some shady mega gambling city in the middle of no where's ville. (Its got me wondering if there are two sides to their military? The goody toe shoes, straight laced, probably mean well sorts like Sarge and then the rest of them. That's the lot I worry about. They're generally pulling the strings and most often for their own gain.   Speaking of strings, we landed in the land that time forgot and Sarge's patience was apparently thread bare, so we went wandering. Hell of a time for a walk about! I am laterally sticking a tracking device to his ass, or somewhere near it. We met an nice, albeit weird gal who ran an inn, but kept disappearing and we decided to sleep in the pocket dimension that the princess had on her person. I wish I could say it was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen, but a somewhat blocky poly pocket reality is just another drop in the bucket of random weirdness that is our daily existence.   We woke up to find that someone had guarded us during the night and it turned out to be a Tabaxi druid named Little Orange Man (Don't shorten it! No pun intended). He kindly led us to a dragon born who breathed rust and kindly gave us a coating to protect ourselves from himself and all the other metal eroding critters that seem to love this area. We chatted about the cave we're looking to enter near scorpion point, where all the bad shit is supposed to go down. You know, a cult unleashing a giant monster of the apocalypse, who has enslaved a bunch of people to free the monster. It sounds like they are guarded by a bunch of robo enforcers and who knows how many flesh and blood bad guys. So, were sneaking in.   That means we have to brave rust mites (which won't work on the Gazelle but might come in handy), rust breath (sadly not bottleable) and some sort of zombie plague you can inhale (I'm not touching that shit with a 10 foot pole). So It was up to us gals to devise a plan. Xoya, Lux and I crafted some sweet gas masks with the help of the Cindy and some salvaged glass pains. (My poor guild's baby is going to be nothing but bolts when this shit is done!) Though it was nice to tinker in peace for a minute!   Then With some help from our odd new friend, ever vanishing inn keeper we made some disguises. She can and can't talk, moves fast then has something else to do, and somehow bought our story that we are here to study migrating rocks. Echo and Lux are going to pretend to be smokey the people stealer and the rest of us are going to try blending with the scenery.   Hopefully we can find a way to take command of the robot army, free the slaves, defeat the cultists, and keep the beasty from getting free. Oh and also build a fake cube from the metal we find so we can set a trap for the metal murderer known as the Gazelle. Honestly I keep wondering if this plan is so crazy it just might work or if we've all just gone straight off the deep end and don't know it yet? Maybe a bit of both?   I think I need to sign off by saying hope to write another day! Bye for now!

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I'm back baby! Aaaaand I owe sarge big time. We took down the asshole mech dog who turned me into BBQ. Scored a sweet gun for his ride (motorcycle) and MAT, from a walking blast cannon. We rescued some survivors, found some engines digging under the base and destroyed them, then tidied up and GTFOed. The smokey bastard who kidnapped me and caused all this destruction is attached to some obscure cult the Deremitru. Apparently, they think they can wake the scorpion. Legend says it was once a titan like monster. It seems like these people are truly hell bent on ending the world ASAP with as much help as they can get. I guess the Gazelle might not be strong or fast enough. Is this a back up plan or do they just want to cause destruction on as many fronts as possible? My guess is the latter.   Its getting hard to see sides anymore. Maybe that's a good thing? Sarge and his men are as I expected, just men who want to get home safely. I bet their side has fed them a lot of bullshit and I wonder how much I've ingested? At least for now, it seems we're all in this shit together. I just hope they see things the same way?   I'll tell you one thing, I didn't expect to guard bodies in the snow next to the Cindy, not that it wasn't the right think, just grimmer than I expected things to get, at least so soon. It pisses me off seeing anyone mindlessly turned into cannon fodder by some dumbass cult. I am all in for kicking the shit out of these people.   I spent the evening welding guns onto Sarge's ride. Can't believe I owe a BRN soldier. That said, for a hard ass he's a solid guy. He's got my fire power behind him for now.   As I shuffle off to bed, I'm left wondering how many other cites they might try to tap to cause mayhem? For that matter did we really thwart the Deremitru for good the Scorpion? I guess the BRN will have to cover our asses on that front.   Goodnight for now!   Gidget  

Dear Diary,   Random money making ideas, the kid beating any tough guy or gal in a spice related contest. Scorpion wrangling, (apparently Kiillien is a Scorpion whisperer, Sargent cranky pants scares everything, Lux and I rocked the picnic blanket and echo will get it down some day. The team building continues? How did we get roped into catching creatures at 4am?   And then we were suddenly sent to find 4 husbands 2 sons and a brother, all military officers. All MIA and all I can say is thank god for the bard. Wives and sisters approach our sergeant who immediately states they are probably dead. I kicked him in the shins, tried to reroute 1/2 succeeded, then flat our shut the bastard up. I appealed to our only ray of hope, Kiiellien. Somehow our backpacked compadre, talked them down.   Thank goodness he had the sense to contact his commanding officer. I guess these guys were shipped off to war. Not great, but at least their absence can be explained. Amazingly, he approached tact the second time around, but Kii did the heavy lifting.   So now we're off to invesitgate the base. (Guess whose vehicle came in handy? The GSG. Aaaaaannnnnd, Gambit has offered to help me fix her up. Things might be shaping up alright.) At least that's what I thought...   We were met with smoke billowing out of the scorpion's eyes and holes punched from the inside out of the base. A clear sign that something decidedly unfriend took place, and from my analysis, something with some serious fire power was in play. Now I'd normally get excited about such a thing, but not when those big guns might be aimed at me. The only good fire power, is your own firepower! (Purchased or re-appropriated)   We crept in together, trying to watch each other's backs. Sarg, is just about as gung ho as I expected, which is to say I don't know if it's bravery or sheer stubbornness that drives the man forward. I think he'd bit a bullet, spit it out, and then criticize it for not doing a good enough job trying to kill him. Oddly, I think I kinda like the guy, as long as he's not being diplomatic. Something tells me he means well... kinda an odd thing to say but I guess we're technically on the same side... I wonder how much propeganda bullshit we've both been fed? Me and myself, I have more of a head for tinkering than getting all hot and bothered about politics. It always seems to me people will find any excuse to shoot in a direction if they think it will benefit them. In other words shoot first, rationalize after and I'm no idiot, if I'm not makin em' some one else will.   But I'm yammering, we crept in, got in some good shoots and some bad ones. Two metal double gun barreled bastards had us under fire. Then suddenly I'm nabbed by a damn ghost person and staring down the barrels of the bad ass who blew the holes in the wall, I put my hands up to signal I was no threat, this thing looked like more than I can handle.....   (record paused)

Dear Journal,   What do an international superstar, a metal man, a cranky purple sergeant and our own unlikely group of friends have in common? Apparently, a murder robot, a cube of power, and some moles. I don't mean the furry kind either. The infiltrate your agency trying to bring about the apocalypse, crazy religious fanatics kind. Most probably the Deremitru. So just another Feldfest? I swear, if I ever complain that life is boring again, I am kicking my own ass!   The mystical cube we just learned about, the one that seems to be able to ripe magic from the world has suddenly appeared. Three cubes exist in the world. One resides within the bastard known as the Gazel. One is used by the Mona Co Mona company extract magic from the world. One is in our possession. If he gets it, he can acquire the last one and bring about the end of the world.   Lucky us, we are all accidentally flung from our respective agencies. We can assume that none of us are moles and thus, the mysterious Gambit, apparently connected to Vox- Ultima (Voice of the Gods) has use for us. Mainly, he wants us to stop this thing.   So naturally, we went out to lunch to eat spicy hearts? I guess it was an interesting bonding exercise? I guess I couldn't take the heat, but the kid and princess did a great job! As things go forward, I hope we are all as resilient as our famous little fire eater. It seems like we are going to try to save the world.   Gidget    

Dear Journal,   The plot thickens. We confirmed that the Gazel, (the freaky ultra-advanced Warforged) knows where we are and had the black box from the Starfire delivered to us. This confirms that there is a mole in the Black Axel cartel. Why did it send us the plans to what seems like a weapon? Why is Xoya seeing it in her dreams? Can it really use souls for power? Why is everything in my life suddenly so weird?   What is clear is this. The fighting near the shore of the eastern peninsula near the scorpion tale mountains can't be a coincidence. The BRN stands to gain trade routes that don't go through the Black Axel. This war was declared too quickly, someone has planned this for a while. We need to follow the money, the power, and figure out who this "fourth party" is.   Now we are waiting to meet more mysterious party members and planning to wrestle some sort of weapon from it's creator before the BRN gets their hands on it. No problem with motivation there.   All while we hear about sky scrapers burning in the city of Alcyon, located in Cambrial to the east. Its the Gazel. I'm getting the impression that he is the Warforged equivalent of a skeleton key where programing is concerned. He can take control of systems with a touch. That seems to be his only limitation. Is it because we could track him if he used remote communication? I'm thinking all this while I realize that tens of thousand of people have just perished. This one machine is turning the world upside down, and unlike the fictitious D, he doesn't seem to have a conscience, although he appears to be sentient.   I have no idea what will happen with me and my unlikely companions, but I am feeling more protective than ever.   May the Gods look out for us all!   Gidget

FUCK YOU! Stupid flying metal asshole mother fucker!!!!!! Who the hell blast holes in a freaking transport to warn it to turn around! You shoot near! You blast a warning! You use a freaking com-system! Apparently anything short of total antihalation is gentle!   We aren't in purgatory we are in hell. Somehow in a time of peace we wandered into a war zone, where apparently it's just fine to shoot at people to tell them to go away, instead of saying go away. I'm going to try that. To hell with words, I'm using lead! Oh wait, I'll go to jail... If I ever meet that megaton asshole again, I'll rewire him from here to next week! I'll turn him from a war machine to a barista bot with a pink paint job!   I had to spend two days semi-patching the guild transport. I can't freaking go home like this!!! They will skin me alive! Somehow, we made it to town. Traveling by night on a beetle. This kid is smart and handy. I gotta say I like her style. The cat... he's growing on me. Princess is still an odd duck, but she means well. Even though she is the back seat driver of all things battle related. Here I am trying to save us from magic sickness and boost our shields, then defending us from danger and she's yelling at me! Who does that? Who takes the time to criticize you while you are fighting a metal tiger and a death ray?   Don't get me wrong, she and princess toad. Mostly princess toad... saved our bacon. So I owe her a big one and I'll look out for her. She's a gal, she's new to everything, and the wings are a problem. Thank the gods for that weird backpack that makes her look like the most beautiful overly prepared backpacker on the planet. Reminds me of tinking camp when one of the kids brought nearly every tool he had. Damn thing was bigger than he was so he just built legs for it. Not sure why he strapped it to his back? Eh, kids will be kids.   As the day winds down I'm glad the cat agrees that something fishy is going on inside Black Axe. He's no dummy. Plus he has access to some sweet tech. I get the feeling that working with these people might be pretty enlightening, if I don't wind up well and truly dead. But, I have two girls to watch over, oddly I am less worried about the teenager, at least when it comes to holding her own... and a cat whose skin I am now oddly worried about. Someone set him up and he kinda reminds me of myself. I get the feeling that he's like me, just trying to move his way up the ranks and prove himself. Now he's wanted and I've got to redeem myself and the transport. Looks like I'm sticking around for a while.   Let's end today with what I'm grateful for... I'm alive, I have a new gun, and I had ice cream.   Good night!   Gidget

Let me start by saying that I blame the cat. I don't give to shits how fluffy and innocent that suit wearing, whisker face appears! Alarms blaring, bodies everywhere, and this fuzz ball is trying to stop some creepy futuristic war forged from sabotaging the ship. Which he already had a head start on. And I mean he was pretty much done before the cat realized what was what.   Anyway, it was decision time, do I try to save the shipment, or do I try to save the ship? Well, the shipment won't float and neither will my transport so that decision was made. Then of course there was the kid. She needs to survive no matter what. If I can save she ship she's golden, if not... well she has to make it to a pod no matter what. That was my thought. Turns out we were heading in the same direction, thank goodness.   The control/ engine room was... lets just say dead on arrival. A complete lost cause. The culprit was way more than any of us could handle. Which leaves me with questions. Why the heck was one lone cat guarding something like that?! Someone is pulling strings where they shouldn't be. Someone, who knows about this weapons shipment I'd wager. A coincidence is when you and your buddy wear the same T-shirt on Feldfest, this was planned.   So hey, we had some good fun joining forces, fixing the last beat up escape pod for dear life. It was a real group trust exercise from hell. I'll be sure to talk with HR when I get home. If I get home...   Oh yeah I might be dead! We made off the ship and into the water... and then it got weird. I thought the burning ship murder robot was going to be the weird part. Never underestimate a day, I guess? A freaking DRAGON with a winged lady appeared and carried us to safety.   Did I hit my head? Probably? Was I high on adrenaline after barely steering us out of the way of nearly certain death... that I'm still not convinced didn't certainly happen, despite pinching? It is highly probable! What I will say, is the after life isn't what I thought. I'm cold, the cat and the girl are still with me. Not sad about the latter, the former better watch his toe beans, I don't know if I can trust him. Still, we are better off working together to survive. Us and this... Aerial who is trying to fool us into thinking she's from out of town.   What do we have so far? She's from another country (at the very least). Eccentric doesn't cut it. Ancient technology and her Dad has her in contact with the richest companies in the world. She's at the very least a corporate daughter, basically a freaking princess. That's what I'll call her. It fits.   Of course all this is assuming I'm not dead and that our landing on some god forsaken cold ass shore wasn't just us getting thrown into limbo. I certainly wasn't perfect, but I wasn't a bad person. Still, I'm sure some of the guns I made did bad things. Maybe they don't know where to put me know that I'm dead? Seems the cat and the kid are in the same boat... well we were on the same life boat... then dragon... I'm going to pinch myself again... "Fuck!" still hurts. Well, I'm going to try to get us to civilization because apparently we are still alive... I hope I feel more that way when we get there... if we get there...   Gidget Out!  

Dear Diary,   The journey started smoothly and had a few odd bumps... but I made it to my destination. Just stick to the track and it will all go smoothly, Pops is always right... Except as I'm writing this next part... there's a girl in my room. I don't know her story, but I know fear when I see it. Something bad has happened there, something really bad. She's alone with a knife, hiding under a table talking about "them". I don't know who them is, but them will get a face full of lead before they lay a finger on that girl. Zoya she said.   I can't say I've ever seen anyone like her before, though I can't see much. Her face is delicate, like the few other fey I've seen, but her skin holds the beauty of late evening. She's just a teenager. I know the younger races might think that means she's near to being grown, but we longies know better. Heck, I'm not really sure humans ever truly mature, their bodies just slow them enough to force them to think before they act... somewhere around 60 or 70 for most of them, though some never learn and most of those don't make it that long. Sadly, they are also some of our best customers.   I can't say I know much about this kid. She's a Pack fan. I felt silly bringing that figurine as a good luck charm. Supersicious non-sense Pops would say. It's probably a security blanket thing... That silly night light Pops and I built in gave me so much comfort growing up. Well the D1000 is glowing for a new generation now. I'm praying to Tinker's Pau that I can keep her safe long enough to figure out who she is, where she came from, and how to get her home safely.   May whatever Gods are listening help me!   Gidget

Dear diary,   I'm finally doing it! I'm off to make a name for myself! Pops always said if I put in enough elbow grease and sweat I'd rise through the ranks. This is my first big assignment! I've never been allowed take a shipment alone before. Individual orders sure, but this is the BIG ONE! Of course, I'm not really alone, I've got MAT. I couldn't ask for a better companion. Its funny, the longer he's online the more I'm certain of it, he really is starting to develop a personality. To be honest, I'm kinda relieved about that. Maybe I'll feel less crazy chatting to him all the time? Don't get me wrong, me and the boys love talking tinker, but most of the women folk prefer to raise the kiddos or do more intricate work. They do all the pretty custom jobs, the intricate gun handles, the ladies bracelets that secretly hide an electric zap. Although some are the opposite. Real grease monkeys. We've got a ton of female mechanics and choppers. No so many in the gun department. Not really sure why.   Of course everyone has their own projects, so there isn't much time to chat anyway. Plus, most of the boys would rather be making something and I get stuck doing counter duty at the shop a lot. They all like to joke that I'm "built for it". I know what that means! I'm 52 for goodness sake and a lot of our clients are men, the lot of them are about as subtle as a wrecking ball at 6am on a quiet weekstag . Boys!   Well, wish me luck!   Gidget