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The Spark of Madness
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[X] 1935 Bugatti Type 57SC Atlantic
BoredMan
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Thanks, though I'm not going to bother changing my vote. I honestly don't think it matters much which model of car we give her.
Bugatti Type 57 - Wikipedia
Type 57C[edit]
A Type 57C racing car was built from 1937 through 1940, with about 96 produced. It shared the 3.3 L engine from the road-going Type 57 but produced 160 hp (119 kW) with a Roots-type supercharger fitted.
1938 Type 57C
Type 57C Tank[edit]
The 2nd incarnation Tank, this time based on the Type 57C, won Le Mansagain in 1939. Shortly afterwards, Jean Bugatti took the winning car for a test on the Molsheim-Strasbourg road. Swerving to avoid a drunken bicyclist on the closed road, Bugatti crashed the car and died at age 30.
Nothing I can find suggests the cyclist was drunk, just that Jean Bugatti avoided a cyclist, and lost control of his car and crashed into a tree on a normal road from the Bugatti factory. This wasn't a track, and they were 1930s roads, so there were limits to the top speed he could have been tooling at.
And while Im by no means claiming that the Type 57C was particularly dangerous for its time, its still a vehicle of its time.
There are reasons why modern vehicles look the way they do structurally, from the thickness of the A-pillar to protect the driver in frontal collisions to the requirement for airbags, anti skid brakes and a collapsing steering column that won't crush your chest in a crash.
We've invested a lot of effort in preventing people dying from that sort of thing.
Many(most?) classic cars won't meet basic modern safety standards. The 57C for example, wouldn't meet the safety standards imposed on Molly's old Toyota Echo.
If the car isn't safe to drive on the roads, then I would suspect we failed the assignment.
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[X]Plan Polar Vortex
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I actually went back and checked other sources, because something about an allegedly drunken person having the balance to drive a bicycle at night that happened to also have high speed car racing struck me as odd.
Jean Bugatti's Wikipedia page said nothing about a drunken cyclist
Jean Bugatti - Wikipedia
Information about Jean Bugatti from historicracing.com
The eldest son of Ettore Bugatti, Jean was a tallented designer. He was killed when the Type 57 he was testing on the roads near the factory, crashed into a tree. The Type 57 tank-bodied racer had just returned from winning Le Mans.
www.historicracing.com
The only source I could find for allegations of intoxication was this, and it makes it clear that the information is unreliable
Motorsport Memorial -
The objective of the Motorsport Memorial website is to honour the memory of all those that paid motorsport’s saddest price - by remembering their histories, reviewing their careers, celebrating their victories, cherishing their lives.
www.motorsportmemorial.org
There's a forum that appears to go into more detail about his death with primary sourcing, but I cant attest to its accuracy. It says nothing about the cyclist being drunk either, just that it was apparently a very narrow road
The Death of Jean Bugatti - Historical Research, in memory of David McKinney
The Death of Jean Bugatti - posted in Historical Research, in memory of David McKinney: Ive recently found on Kindle a book on Bugatti by Boddy, published by Sports Car Press in 1960. Its description of Le Patrons declining years is very much at odds with WF Bradleys in his biography of...
The odds of Queen Mab being in the least inconvenienced by a car crash are... remote to say the least. Molly does not know much about the sidhe but she suspects between the faster reaction times and inhumanly sharp senses they make cars a lot safer than squishy humans.
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[X]Plan Polar Vortex
-[X] Luxury two row saloon car for travel on roads in the human world, OR a much more capable luxury SUV with off-road capability capable of use in Faerie, where there are no asphalted roads.
-[X]No iron or steel, so it can be stored in Faerie without issue.
-[X]Should be battery EVs to accentuate the exclusivity; nobody sells luxury EVs in 2006.
-[X]Titanium/aluminium/carbon nanotube/composite construction.
-[X]All wheel drive. Active four wheel steering. 4x electric motor drivetrain producing 1200hp total, one per wheel. Magnesium or lithium-sulfur solid-state batteries.Regenerative braking. Run-flat tires. Sunroof. Electrochromic glass. Adaptive air suspension. Nightvision. The full panoply of high end safety and luxury options.
-[X]Vehicle styling options
--[X]Option A: 2014 Bentley Mulsanne Speed
--[X]Option B: 2021 Rolls Royce Ghost
Seems to me like Polar Vortex is leading by two votes, taking variations into account.
I'm fine as long as it's not the Hummer.
-[X] Luxury two row saloon car for travel on roads in the human world, OR a much more capable luxury SUV with off-road capability capable of use in Faerie, where there are no asphalted roads.
-[X]No iron or steel, so it can be stored in Faerie without issue.
-[X]Should be battery EVs to accentuate the exclusivity; nobody sells luxury EVs in 2006.
-[X]Titanium/aluminium/carbon nanotube/composite construction.
-[X]All wheel drive. Active four wheel steering. 4x electric motor drivetrain producing 1200hp total, one per wheel. Magnesium or lithium-sulfur solid-state batteries.Regenerative braking. Run-flat tires. Sunroof. Electrochromic glass. Adaptive air suspension. Nightvision. The full panoply of high end safety and luxury options.
-[X]Vehicle styling options
--[X]Option A: 2014 Bentley Mulsanne Speed
--[X]Option B: 2021 Rolls Royce Ghost
Seems to me like Polar Vortex is leading by two votes, taking variations into account.
I'm fine as long as it's not the Hummer.
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Dead? Injured? Nah. Mab herself is tough.
We see what it took to damage Mab in Peace Talks, which was a sucker punch from Ethniu, and even in that circumstance we see what's a cross between Wolverine-style combat regen and time rewind.
Corb let his head fall back and let out a delighted, crowing cackle.
The cloaked figure moved every bit as quickly as Mab had. One moment she was ten feet behind Corb. The next, there was a sound like thunder.
There was no way to track what happened clearly. I think the cloaked figure lashed out with a kick. I had the sense that there were defensive energies beyond anything I could have managed around Mab, and that the kick went through them as if they had not existed. The thunder was followed almost instantly by a second sound, a roar of shattering stone.
I turned my head, feeling as if I had been encased in gelatin, and saw the pieces of the high seat flying out in a cloud. There was a ragged hole in the stone wall behind the seat about half the size of a coffin.
And the Queen of Air and Darkness was nowhere to be seen.
Peace Talks Chapter 29, Page 279
"The dead, it would appear," Marcone said. He started for the high seat and offered a hand to Molly. She glowered at him but took his hand and rose with a polite nod. He spoke in a low, intent voice that wouldn't be overheard by most of the room. "Assess Mab, please, Winter Lady."
Molly stared at him for a second. Then she went over to the hole in the stone wall behind the high seat. She stared for a moment and said, "What's on the other side of the wall?"
"Storage," Marcone said.
"On the other side of that," Molly said, and vanished into the hole.
Peace Talks Chapter 30, Page 285
There was a rustle and then Molly slid out of the hole behind the high seat. "I've been handling transport for Winter troops for some time now. I can bring more of them in, as long as I know where they will be needed."
"Excellent," Marcone said. "Communications are, I think, the place to begin."
"As well as a centralized collection of our military assets," came a ragged voice.
Mab came out of the hole in the wall. She was … broken. Literally. Half her body had been crushed and mangled as if in some kind of industrial accident. She came through the hole in the wall with jerky, too-quick motions, once more the queen in purple and white, though coated with stone dust, her skin dimpled in dozens of places, as if it had been made of some kind of mostly rigid material that showed some hail damage. As I watched, there was a hideous crackling sound, and her broken shoulder snapped unnaturally in its socket and then resolved into its normal pale perfection.
She looked around the room, slowly. LaChaise avoided her gaze and looked as if he wanted to sink into the floor.
Peace Talks Chapter 30, Page 290-291
The cloaked figure moved every bit as quickly as Mab had. One moment she was ten feet behind Corb. The next, there was a sound like thunder.
There was no way to track what happened clearly. I think the cloaked figure lashed out with a kick. I had the sense that there were defensive energies beyond anything I could have managed around Mab, and that the kick went through them as if they had not existed. The thunder was followed almost instantly by a second sound, a roar of shattering stone.
I turned my head, feeling as if I had been encased in gelatin, and saw the pieces of the high seat flying out in a cloud. There was a ragged hole in the stone wall behind the seat about half the size of a coffin.
And the Queen of Air and Darkness was nowhere to be seen.
Peace Talks Chapter 29, Page 279
"The dead, it would appear," Marcone said. He started for the high seat and offered a hand to Molly. She glowered at him but took his hand and rose with a polite nod. He spoke in a low, intent voice that wouldn't be overheard by most of the room. "Assess Mab, please, Winter Lady."
Molly stared at him for a second. Then she went over to the hole in the stone wall behind the high seat. She stared for a moment and said, "What's on the other side of the wall?"
"Storage," Marcone said.
"On the other side of that," Molly said, and vanished into the hole.
Peace Talks Chapter 30, Page 285
There was a rustle and then Molly slid out of the hole behind the high seat. "I've been handling transport for Winter troops for some time now. I can bring more of them in, as long as I know where they will be needed."
"Excellent," Marcone said. "Communications are, I think, the place to begin."
"As well as a centralized collection of our military assets," came a ragged voice.
Mab came out of the hole in the wall. She was … broken. Literally. Half her body had been crushed and mangled as if in some kind of industrial accident. She came through the hole in the wall with jerky, too-quick motions, once more the queen in purple and white, though coated with stone dust, her skin dimpled in dozens of places, as if it had been made of some kind of mostly rigid material that showed some hail damage. As I watched, there was a hideous crackling sound, and her broken shoulder snapped unnaturally in its socket and then resolved into its normal pale perfection.
She looked around the room, slowly. LaChaise avoided her gaze and looked as if he wanted to sink into the floor.
Peace Talks Chapter 30, Page 290-291
Inconvenienced? Possible.
We have no real benchmarks for her routine attendants, the sort of person you'd expect to play chauffeur if necessary, as opposed to people like Lea.
And Mab's protections do not necessarily extend to her guests, entourage members or, critically, children.
I would rather not have, say, Sarissa take her mother's car out and get in a car crash.
She's a changeling, not Fae.
Unless things have changed in this AU.
It is reasonable to imagine that people who are less tough than Mab herself will be in her car. To what degree that would be the responsibility of the person who gave her the car and not Mab herself is up to you guys to judge, but Molly does not think it is a significant problem
So we cant be held legally culpable by supernatural custom.
The question is basically do we care?
I would argue that we should. Both ethically, and for coldblooded reputational reasons about the quality of our Craft.
The value of offering to trade someone an item of Molly's personal fabrication probably rates a lot higher on the supernatural favor economy if everything we make has a reputation for going over and beyond the bare minimum.
Including keeping squishies safe.
This is a market with a very long memory after all.
Gift exchange is mandatory to the fey, while it is only customary to many other supernatural beings. What form it will take Molly does not know, but she is hoping to be able to use it as minor leverage as well as as a general show of her skills.
This is probably different here at least, though I see your general point.
It seems that Sarissa is still alive, and per the quest timeline was born a thousand years ago or so. Unless she's a Listens-to-Wind grade wonder wizard or Mab kept her on ice she's probably something else by now.
As an aside @DragonParadox, does being the son of an incubus thing translate into a Merlin's father being a white court vamp here?
Cause it'd be even spicer if he ended up a wizard instead of a vamp because he and Morgana found true love together.
Bob is not sure 'incubus' is something of a catch all that includes many classes of beings united only in that they gain sustenance or magic by having sex with mortals.
It would be impolite, at least, to gift a structurally unsound car at any moment; and if it is one that we personally built it would definitely be an insult to ourselves.
Canon she was 250ish years old without making a choice.
And looked set to continue that way until NfestedMaeve fucked her by killing Lily on Halloween, making her inherit as Summer Lady because she was the strongest/highest affinity Fae-aligned candidate in the vicinity.
So it is plausible that a changeling with high enough will could...just go through life not making a Choice for a thousand years.
In canon Mab did use her as a second opinion/touchstone for human affairs.
Morality pet and emergency backup Lady in one package.
So I assume she's probably playing the same role for Mab here.
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[X] 1935 Bugatti Type 57SC Atlantic
Mab propably has enough DEX to make any kind of accident unlikely.
Any chauffeur she picks has the mix of Dex and Drive to make it unlikely too.
So this is the nicer car.
Mab propably has enough DEX to make any kind of accident unlikely.
Any chauffeur she picks has the mix of Dex and Drive to make it unlikely too.
So this is the nicer car.
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