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[attr="id,hSpeech"]"Let's try to keep the size and scale of the components dependent on magnetic fields to a minimum, shall we?" Madam Levelwright swaps her pen for her martini glass, relaxes into the tapestry settee, legs angled to take up the bulk of the small sofa. [attr="id,hSpeech"]"Long-term exposure to Aibells hasn't exactly been studied... but you know what, maybe that's just Harbinger's personality." She sips her drink and returns it to the end table, careful to avoid spilling the stack of sketches, scribbles, and drafts of blueprints.

Despite her initial reservations about the District Two, Hera had found Cricket to be brimming with ideas — some infeasible, some inventive, few particularly polished but most with considerable merit. Rarely in her career had the seasoned architect been met with such a pleasant surprise as the victor's unexpected level of competence.

Hera deserved as much, she felt, for the number of meetings that had to span cross-district — especially considering her preference to simply raise a skeptical eyebrow at whomever was pitching to her, and allow the other party to talk themselves down to more reasonable suggestions.

Her left hand clickclickclick-s as she drums her ringed fingers against the wood frame of the ornate armrest. [attr="id,hSpeech"]"No, no, that's a G-engine, it's a different sort of field disruptor. Well, the little fog toy in the 71st wasn't a disruptor so much as a..." She sighs at herself, plucking the glass from the table once more. [attr="id,hSpeech"]"Not that you ought to care much about the technical specifics of it. I have two of these in my foyer — well, one in the foyer and one in the atrium — either way — you ought to try them out so we can tweak the settings for the Esc—"

She drains her glass and snaps at her avox to fetch her another as a half-dozen more ideas and inquiries come pouring through the phone's receiver — including a request (possibly demand) for Hera to host a whole troupe of additional houseguests. She swallows the protest forming on her lips at the rich thought of Coriolanus's face when he tries to bully them out of that spectacle.