"That, my friend, is the Thunder Dragon TTS-8 Longboard. Uses twin brushless super-science electric engines and a cross-state battery from Shui Kikou." Japanese tinker, though unlike Seshat, he's pretty specialized in making engines, batteries, and other electronic components, and while he also designs vehicles, that's an entirely mundane ability.

She kick flips it up to grab it and show it off, though Seshat can't imagine anyone but Fia could have the strength to do that. That's no small engine on it. "It reaches highway speeds of 120 kph.

"The main chassis and build is by a member of the Bhutan Dragon Motorcycles people. I saved his life once and he wanted to give me his custom-made motorcycle. Buuut I didn't have a place to put a motorcycle, so I asked him for something I could stash in an overhead. It only did 50 tops, but that's when I took it to Shui Kikou."

"I have a case for it, so usually they'll let me put it in there." She gives the bike a look over with a grin. "Nice ride. I could give it a race around and find out for you!"

Fia plops herself down ontop and gives the engine a few whirrs to get used to how they react and how the controls work for her. Once she feels like she has a good handle on it, she releases the brakes and guns it to stress-test acceleration and top speed with no hesitation.

It's clearly not Fia's first rodeo racing on disadvantageous ground, and she does go for the slicker, beaten water clad ground to win it fairly well - but it's closer than it would have been on pavement. Had the race been a shorter distance, Sam would have taken it (or tied.)

...interestingly, she finds Ishte already there at the end of the line despite her having been standing still once they left the pier. Apparently, she's faster.

"You have a really nice acceleration, but you need to juice up your top speed, girl." Fia claims, putting her hands on her hips, grinning.

Ishte doesn't appear to be showing any smugness or emotion at the moment, but she didn't have to cross the finish line either. There may be hope for her after all.

"Oh right." Fia snaps her fingers. "We're here on business, aren't we, not just to find the fastest things we can and race them? Right, yeah, I'm to lead you to the Wetzstein outpost we have here in Haven, and they'll have your itinerary. I peeked over the front desk guy's shoulder, it's suuuupper long, expect to put in 12 hours." She pauses, then grins. "Just pulling your leg, you have one mandatory meeting.

"Anyway, follow my badass-ness, try not to breathe too much of it in." She kicks along her longboard to regain the pavement.

Ishte skips alongside her, pretending not notice Seshat's conspiring smile. Fia laughs, then they hit the road and she follows her down pier way. The vampire girl follows the rules of the road, since she has someone following her, but on her longboard she could probably weave and bob through traffic in very unsafe manners.

She goes all the way out into the suburbs, where the abandoned sports arena is. There's scaffolding and construction crews buzzing on a part of it - seems they've been sprucing it up for at least a little while, since it already looks mostly finished.

Fia hops off her board and kick-flips it over her shoulders, and turns to Seshat with a wave of her hand. "Welcome to Wetzstein Haven Branch, or whatever they'll call it."

"Dunno, I'm still thinking it over. There's not really anywhere else for me to go now that I've been booted off the guardrail, on the one hand."

Fia floats on inside, waiting by her at the front desk where Seshat is identified and given a clip-on badge and a cardboard rectangle that says her meeting is at 1 PM, though it says that there may be more later but she will be informed.

Fia then gestures for her and leads her down one of the hallways, motioning to her before finding one of the doors. It leads into the courtyard, which has been given some bars and tidied up - and inside is a familiar looking wolf, laying on her side... while three little fuzzy potatoes are nursing.

Three little pups with strange coloration - blue fur with a yellow streak down the middle.

"I'm fairly popular back home, and with the advent of the internet, there's buzz about the idea of me becoming long-lasting queen. I couldn't tell a good policy from a kick in the shins, so it's ludicrous - I just want to protect princesses. But I think the king feels threatened anyway, so he's sending me off so I won't be able to exert influence."

She then smirks. "Yeah. Though you don't want to pet them just yet - you'd find it quite shocking. ...but yeah, dumb puns aside, they're a bit premature. I think the drugs that were in the mom was at fault. But she's been given a clean bill of health, and so have they - sneezing lightning aside."

"I was impacted in 1846, during the time the country was under a theocracy. After a decade or so I started realizing I wasn't aging, so I started moving around, pretending to be different people. Eventually, Ugyen Wangchuck was crowned, and I became a lady-in-waiting to his daughter, Lhadri. Eventually, it was discovered that I wasn't aging, but instead of burning me like a witch, they kept me around.

"I became Tishery's, King Jigme's daughter. I started mostly because I was paid well for it. But then we became lovers in secret, and I transitioned from simply wanting to serve her to want to protect her. So I started learning how to fight, and from there I just ... it just became what I did. I vowed it to Tishery, and I've upheld that bargain until Khelsar kicked me out."

"Mhmm. Motorized vehicles and electronics are really beginning to flourish, and we're importing less and making more. Still a ways to go - so I don't really blame him. It was a toss-up between being dismissed, dying, or running out of princesses." She grins.

"Making a scene or turning it into a political fiasco isn't really my thing, anyway. But if Bhutan needs me again in the future... for its royal ladies or otherwise, then I'll go back. No questions."

In the pen, the colorful wolf pups, having drank their fill, are snuggled up to a tired looking mom, setting down for a well deserved nap.

"Wetzstein is a personal project by Aline and Hayasaya, and she's managed to get Syali. As for me, I'm her friend, so I'm helping out. Still, she's managed to get Japan and France's blessings, and has been in talks with governo's all over the world, at least for operational grounds like this place. Though she hopes to build up the ability to put pressure on policy and politicians."

Fia pauses near the doors that go back inside, turning to her. "She hasn't really played her whole hand, not even to me, but the general mission statement is that she's trying to do what Liberation should have been doing. The world is changing, like Cedilla says, no one's denying it. But his solution to remove non-sharded ahead of time isn't the way, and it isn't by keeping sharded in quarantine, jail or military programs, either, like governments knee-jerk to doing.

"She wants to teach new impacted and new seeded, all while showing the world what happens when you nurture and educate sharded."

Fia floats her back into the push-doors to open them for Seshat. "Part of why she's jumped to the opportunity to befriend you, I think."

"That, I haven't been privy to. Sorry, but american politics makes my eyes glaze over." She smirks, then points her thumb down the hall. "You'll have to ask her.

"Just don't let her make you a poster child." She snickers, then resumes on down the hall.

Ishte, Samantha and Fia step/float into a meeting room on the second floor. It seem to have once been one of the smaller gymnasiums - karate or judo something, given the mats still bolted to the floor - which has had various tables and chairs brought in. La Lame Argentée is standing by the window, looking down at the wolf and her pups in the garden, while Syali is sitting on a table, shining a laser pointer at the ground for his energy fox to excitedly chase and pounce at.

Hayasaya isn't in yet, apparently. "Good morning, lady, gent," Fia greets, floating up to one of the tables. "I've brought the lady of the hour."

"Good morning, Seshat," Aline greets with a smile. Syali gives a polite node, and his fox squeaks happily at her.

"Well, I fought him in melee combat, so, y'know." Fia floats off the table to sit down on it instead. "Credit where it's due." She smirks.

"And you are the only one who could have, certainly," Aline agrees, then turns to Seshat. "And not yet, though we are combing over all of the evidence you've provided us, and have Argentina's full cooperation. We are still in negotiations with the other nation governments to allow our people down there. If it is down there, it is only a matter of time."