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[Ironhide needs a tune-up. Even Xanth, who knows nothing about mechanics, realizes this. Metal rusts, joints need oiling, and seaweed is terrible for gears. Xanth has also noticed that Ironhide isn't doing anything about these problems, and it can't be because he doesn't know how

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[dontfeartheme]

[It'd taken Ryn awhile to actually go to the stables, because she'd pretty much just assumed that there'd be nothing but horses and such in there, which weren't exactly of interest to her.

At least, that was until she'd discovered there were bikes in there - which was, of course, right before they'd disappeared. It figures. But now she checks in there on occasion, on the off chance that they'll be back, or something else will appear.

Today is one such trip, and she heads into the stables to poke around. And is probably distracted, by what sounds like someone having a lot of fun with the police box. She raises an eyebrow.]

Hello?

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[clang]

Ow!

[There's the sound of pained hissing, and then silence.

Two seconds later, Xanth peeks out of the police box. Upon spotting Ryn, he breaks out into an awkward, polite smile.]

Uhh, h-- he--

[he clears his throat]

H--Hi. Did, d-did you, uh, want to-- use-- th-this thing? [Whatever it is, whatever it does?]

[dontfeartheme]

[She probably shouldn't be laughing, because that'd sounded like it hurt, but Ryn grins a bit in amusement anyway.]

Didn't mean to startle you.

[His question gets a raised eyebrow as she looks it over.]

Unless it's hiding an engine, I'll pass. Or unless that phone there actually works.

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[Xanth steps out of the booth and glances back into it.]

I-I, uh, I don't-- I don't think it d-does... m-much of anything, r-really.

[He says, disappointed. He'd really been hoping for more than a big blue tin can. He looks back to Ryn.]

I-I mean, I'm, I-I'm not an-- a-an expert, b-but... [He shrugs.]