The hum continues to intensify, purple energy arcing and spattering across the mechanisms of the dart board. A mechanical arm activates and swings wildly for a few moments before locking into place with a crackle of burnt circuitry. The next dart thrower cautiously sidles up, looks dubiously at the board, and then dives for cover behind a table as the spikes of energy lash out into the bar proper.
This draws the attention of several of the "scientists" who'd been mostly focused on the exhibition area outside.
"Ah-hah! A chance to test my power-eating leech bomb!" There's a flash and a bang as the leech bomb goes off. Indeed, it does seem to attract the energies of the gravity engine - but instead of absorbing and nullifying them, it merely provides a focus, and the device is soon floating in midair before the dart board, surrounded by a coruscating shell of purple energy.
"Never fear! Holy water solves all problems!" A splash, and a gurgle, and the distinctive fizz of circuitry that was never meant to be exposed to conductive liquids. The region around the leech bomb seems to darken and shrink, purple energy now folding entirely inwards towards towards some infinitely distant point. "See? All better now." The dart board chooses to emphasize this comment with a loud snap as the gravity engine breaks loose from the board and, trailing a crackling arc of electricity, falls sideways into the remains of the leech bomb. Wind howls towards the purple orb, and bits of dart board and loose glasses and utensils spiral into the abyss.
"Marcy! Shut it off already, will you?" calls one of the dart players, as the next madboy in line readies a device that looks like a cross between a blender and a typewriter. "I can't make my throws with that thing in the way!"
The bartender shrugs. "Oh, come now. You have to admit this is more interesting than your normal games."
"It
ate my
drink!"
Marcy sighs, and flips a switch under the counter. The dart board shuts off. A few seconds later, deprived of its power source, the remaining bits of purple energy quietly detonate. When the smoke clears,
Kaelyn is standing there. Of the gravity engine, there is no sign.
Kaelyn: Having stepped through an ancient and only barely operational portal mere moments ago, and after facing an interdimensional transit buffeted by apparently random bits of machinery and silverware, you find yourself standing in what appears to have been the center of a small explosion. A number of people are looking at you curiously from around overturned tables, and somebody is pointing a device at you that looks like a cross between a blender and a typewriter.