Deep Inside Ronald, Baby (Goggles)
Initial Visit:
You open the door and walk into a laboratory of some sort -- okay, a laboratory of every sort. You know the drill: Jacob’s Ladder zapping away for no apparent reason, lots of dry ice, something titrating, the works. An[sic] wild-haired elf with goggles looks up as you walk in, and stomps over, shouting excitedly.
”IT! WILL! WORK! They said it wouldn’t, you know. They JEERED me at the Elfcademy! Fools! I’ll show them! I’ll SHOW THEM ALL!”
”Um, congratulations,” you say. “What are you going to show them?”
The elf pulls his goggles down and winks. “Just kidding,” he says. “I’m part of a team working in tandem across the moons to solve our broken reactor problem. I finally finished the rocket thrusters for our Elf Maneuvering Unit, or E.M.U., as we’re calling it. That’s a little joke.”
”Very little,” you agree.
”Hey, could you do me a favor?” the scientist says. “I need to keep tweaking these telemetry variables, but our assembly team could sure use those thrusters. Could you take them with you? You can leave through the transporter -- it’s that glowing orange hoop on the wall there.”
”Is it dangerous?” you ask.
”Eh, probably not. You weren’t gonna have kids or anything, right?”
| Step through the Glowy-Orange Thing |
Subsequent visits:
You walk into the lab, noticing the absence of the Jacob's Ladders cool little zapping noise. Everything's quiet and deserted in here, and cobwebs are starting to form on the disused equipment.
You search the whole lab, but nobody's home. There's just a little note on the desk that reads: "CAUTION: Due to the spatial displacement of the generator, the shield will not extend anywhere near as far as it used to. MAKE SURE THEY ALL KNOW! TELL EVERYONE!"
You resolve to follow that instruction just as soon as you get around to it.
| Go Back the Way You Came |
You take the rocket thrusters from the elven scientist and step through the door-type-thing. One thoroughly weird sensation later, you’re back on the moon’s surface. Fun fact: you’re now exactly .2 kilograms lighter now. Weird science, eh?
 | You acquire an item: E.M.U. rocket thrusters |
