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The door opens onto an alleyway between two buildings- one residential, one not. "Here we are," Ray says, stepping out and holding the Firehouse door open behind him. "Home sweet- uh, hang on a minute, I need to check the year."

He trots off to the newspaper box on the curb, then gives Kitt a thumbs-up.

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Ray beamed. "Fine with me," he said, and wiped his hands on his shirt before taking the wheel again.

Kitt let Ray guide him out into traffic with a quiet confidence in his competence. Ray had already proven that.

((How do you want to continue from here?))

(( I think we can handwave the rest of the lessons at the airport; we have a good idea of what's going to be covered, and I'm quite happy with what we've had already. ))

((Want to say that Kitt turboboosted over a jackknifed truck or the like, to make his point later on, to cover that one?))

(( Sounds good to me. Lord knows there'd probably be New Yorkers watching who'd come down with terminal jealousy at the sight. ))

((All righty then. Sounds like we're set and tied. *nods*))

(( Eeexcellent. Did you want to play out anything else from here, or shall we put up an OOM link in the Bar, or...?))

((Kitt's pretty well contented, unless you want to solidify what could've been discussed between him and Egon.))

(( Hmm... Egon's a high-energy physicist by training, so anything to do with that or particle physics or other such branches of the science would be just fine. As would discussion of the drive systems Kitt has, since Egon would be very interested in how you got that damn much energy out of a gasoline molecule. And he might be persuaded to do a philosophical argument about AI and souls if need be. ))

((...Good thing Kitt's missing Michael would tear him away. They really could discuss for hours. Okay, I can elaborate on that. *L*))

(( Oh, it's easy to get Egon to stop discussing things. You cut off his snack food supply, his blood sugar levels plummet, and there you go. ))

((But Kitt is Michael Knight's. If anyone's a master of junk food, it's him. *L* So yes, Kitt would have to have a Michael-pang and go. But that's typically him, anyway. So it seems... tied off quite well.))

(( Excellent. Thank you for the lovely thread, then! ))

((I've had a blast. (: ))

(( I'll do the OOM link tomorrow. Right now, I'm tired and need to head for bed. Fair? ))

(( OH FOR THE LOVE OF- one day I'll remember which character I'm logged into... ))

((Perfectly. Thanks! And I know the pain. *laughs* Have a good night!))

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