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[evilontheloose]

There is a most interesting sight near the door this morning.

More specifically, there is a Jordan Kennedy, coming and going. Each time she comes in, the young woman with the mechanical forearm brings with her parts and components of some kind of machine, setting them in neat piles over an around a table.

She is quite obviously trying to fill as little space as possible, but the piles are growing and growing. Also, the girl is obviously getting tired and sweaty from the work, even with the minimal clothing she is wearing.

Help would probably not be turned down, curious people would probably not be sent away either; one way or another, someone ought to check just to make sure it is not a death ray.



[ Jordan Kennedy ]

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[japanese-beetle.livejournal.com]

And lo, someone is checking on her. He's also ordering her a soda and some paradoxes.

"Hey, Jordan," he says, and without any warning, squeezes her shoulder gently.

"Want some help?"

[evilontheloose]

Jordan pauses to wipe sweat from her forehead. "Yeah, if you do not mind? I have more... 800 pounds of stuff to bring over." Damn, that is a lot of stuff.

Probably death ray.

[japanese-beetle.livejournal.com]

He looks at her slightly concerned. "What the hell are you building that you need...all this...metal stuff?"

She may also be getting a once-over by Beetle, both because she's a beautiful girl, and he's slightly worried about her.

[evilontheloose]

"A pair of Jet-skis, for racing in the lake before the weather gets too cold." She tugs him along through the door, into a wide hallway where machine parts, electronics, polymer hull parts and other stuff are. "Grab something, don't drop it."

[japanese-beetle.livejournal.com]

He takes a second to look around her hallway before doing as she directs.

"If you wear that swimming suit, I'd go racing with you in the middle of January and freeze. Die a happy man."

He grunts as he picks something heavy up and lugs it through the door.

[evilontheloose]

She brings along something not so heavy. "I do not plan to freeze and die... besides, the lake would be frozen and I did not test the hover-drive on ice yet." More things added to the pile, only 700 pounds to go.

[japanese-beetle.livejournal.com]

"Jordan...I thought we'd made progress on your sense of humor, doll. But...hover-drive? That's pretty badass. If you want any help putting anything together, or holding something so you can work, I'm your man. I built my jet pack..."

He did too! Without the instructions!

He goes back in, pulling off his shirt, and tossing it in a corner of her hallway. It's a faded band teeshirt, and he will want it back, but...manliness comes before teeshirtedness.

[evilontheloose]

"You can help carrying the heavy stuff. All the way to the garage where I will have space and some quiet to work." She goes back to get more things... another short trip, 600 pounds to go.

[japanese-beetle.livejournal.com]

"I feel put in my place. Besides the kindness to a beautiful girl, what's in this for me?" He asks, taking a drink if the soda that the waitrats had placed on the table, before following her back through.

[evilontheloose]

Jordan pauses, strikes a pose to him, hands on waist, does a twirl. "Eye-candy?" She is not afraid of playing dirty.

[japanese-beetle.livejournal.com]

Neither is he, which is proven when he catches her mid-twirl, dips her, and gives her a very definitely not-peck on the lips.

"Good enough."

[evilontheloose]

Jordan squeaks a bit, kissing back. "Good, then..." Another retrieval trip, 500 pounds to go. "How have you been? Hero-ing much?"

[japanese-beetle.livejournal.com]

"Been chilling most of the time. Doing a few things back home, but nothing too exciting. Spending most of my time upstairs. With Squirrel in office and not out on the streets, things get boring. I broke his shoulder a few months back. That was fun."

He obediently lifts and carries.

He's going to be sore tomorrow. That's for sure.

"You?"

[bringer_of_fun]

"Hey gorgeous!"

Bobby skids to a stop, and a glance at his feet would reveal that his feet are covered in ice as he skates up.

"You making a delivery for a commission or something?"

[evilontheloose]

"A pair of Jet-skis." She grins and tugs him along through the door, into the familiar hallway where machine parts, electronics, polymer hull parts and other stuff are lined against a wall. "Grab something, don't drop it."

Nope, not going to ask him if he would like to help.

[bringer_of_fun]

"You're building them AFTER bringing them to the bar?"

He face palms and automatically makes an ice sled small enough to fit through the door, but strong enough to take a lot of weight.

"This is an awful lot of work to go to, just to get your butt whooped in a race."

[evilontheloose]

"They are too big to fit through the door when assembled. And way too heavy to move, each one is 800 pounds when ready to race." The sled is a good idea. "And my hand carts are too big as well, did not feel like building one more thing just to carry the parts over."

[bringer_of_fun]

"You know, all of this work is going to cost you."

He leans over and gives her a soft kiss and a grin.

"That'll work, for now."

Despite his slight build, he's muscular and has no trouble lifting the parts onto the sled before shoving it easily through the door and making another for the next load.

[evilontheloose]

The kiss is both accepted and returned, and Jordan grins. "You can have eye-candy too?" Because, well, the way she is dressed...

So, they go with 600 pounds remaining, 400, 200, and finally... "Now have to move all this down to the garage."

[bringer_of_fun]

"Oh, I'm enjoying...just trying not to be obvious about it, since I don't want to get punched or something."

He follows her back into the bar and begins to transport one of the ice sleds toward the elevator doors hidden behind wood paneling by the stairs.

"You sure you don't just want to assemble them by the lake? I could make you a giant igloo to work in."

[evilontheloose]

"I can drive them over after they are put together... each comes with an antigravity drive for running on land." Jordan carries the more delicate parts on her arms.

"As long as you do not start drooling, no punching will happen."

[bringer_of_fun]

"I make no promises as to what my salivary glands to without my bidding. I'll try, though."

He nods and heads for the elevator.

"If you want to ride down with this sled and push it out when you get to the garage, I'll bring the next load over and get started on loading the the other stuff onto another sled. Two more trips should to it."

[evilontheloose]

"Sounds good. Then I can cover the whole mess with a big sheet of canvas, put up a camera and a motion tracker, a sign for people to know not to mess with it."

"Then I can go soak in a hot tub." She has a full plan.

[bringer_of_fun]

"A jacuzzi hot tub, or a regular hot tub?"

Either way, he'd happily offer to keep her company, even if it got him tazed.

[evilontheloose]

"Regular. I don't have a Jacuzzi..." Most likely he would be tazed.

Of course, in swimsuits they would be able to share a jacuzzi.