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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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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.

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.

"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."

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.

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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

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

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."

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

"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?"

"Looking for work in the Bar... have a lot of bills to pay, and all I've got so far are little jobs." She is going to be sore too, no complaining is allowed. "Mostly bored and putting experiments and projects on reserve to start over when I have the cash."

He nods.

"I'm glad I took your advice. I'm enjoying having money for a change. I miss the expense account through the police department though. That was fun."

Even if he was really irresponsible with it.

"If you ever get really bored, you're welcome at my place. You know that."

"I know... and thanks." She is not blushing.

Nope.

Another two rounds of parts-carrying, 300 pounds to go.

"You're welcome, and thanks. I'm sorry I haven't been around since then...Things have been sorta...weird."

And his mun is made of Epic and Fail.

"And Jordan, do you wear things like that to purposely turn guys on, or is it accidental?"

She raises a brow at him. "The more I wear, the more gets soaked with sweat, clings and makes rashes when I move around. Jeans overalls work the best so far in not getting me cloth-burned after a day of tinkering."

"It's hot."

He lifts something heavier than he expected, and lugs it through the door.

"It's practical." And after they are done bringing all the stuff into Milliways, they can move it all to the garage downstairs. "I'll be sore like hell tomorrow..."

After they get the things brought in, he walks casually to the Bar, and negotiates the moving of all the equipment and things down to the garage, so they don't have to lug it themselves.

"Handled. Now, let's have a couple ice cold beers and eat these paradoxes?"

"You know... you come up with some great fun plans, considering you are a hero." Jordan grins and nods to him. "Lets."

He has them delivered to the a vacant table. The equipment they brought in disappears. He hopes that it'll be alright.

Taking a seat in a booth, he grins, still a little out of breath.

"I'm a fun guy, what can I say?" he says smugly.

"And you're a fun girl. Perfect."

"More fun after I put together the jetskis and go racing before the weather turns too cold." Jordan excuses herself to go freshen up in the restrooms first, she likes her comfort.

He waits for her, and starts in on his beer in her absence. He's watching her as she walks away.

"Maybe I'll give you a ride on the jet pack sometime," he wiggles his eyebrows.

Jordan sticks tongue at him, having learned to relax and take jokes. "Maybe one day I will show you what a real jetpack is like?"