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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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"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?"

"Hey, if you want to make me an early birthday present, I won't say 'no'." He smiles at her and looks at her.

"I've got a serious question though...you don't have to answer if you don't want to talk about it...I'm cool with that. But, do you have an arm piece that you can actually feel with?"

She frowns a bit, and takes a long drink of a beer before answering. "Not really. I can sense pressure, and then know how hard I am gripping something, but actual tact... no. Even if I could build one, I would have to have surgery to update the interface with my nerves first."

He nods, running his fingers lightly over the robotic arm, and then up to her chin.

"I just wondered," he leans and gives her a peck on the lips before returning to his beer.

Te kiss help: Jordan smiles to him, cheeks flushed a bit. "Okay."

She will return to the beer and start on the paradoxes.

He rolls his shoulders; the lactic acid already building up in his muscles, stiffening them.

"Jordan, you're a mind-bogglingly brilliant woman; why don't you invent some way for us to not get sore after lifting heavy stuff?"

"Because the soreness is muscle tissue damage: it's your body telling you overdid it. Then when the muscle heals, it heals stronger. No pain, no gain ideas are at least partially true."

"Of course people could sleep in regeneration tanks and wake up not aching next day, but then you lose all benefit of natural regeneration."

"I'm gonna go for a swim in a bit. You wanna come with me?"

He hopes she will. He likes that little swim suit she's got.

"Hmm... A swim might not be a bad idea." Why not, after all?

"Some floating on the lake, sunbathing... no tanning, I don't tan, I burn." Pale complexion, freckles.

He takes another drink. "I never understood the difference between 'sunbathing' and 'tanning'. I always thought they were the same thing."

"At least for me, 'sunbathing' means risking the sun wile protected by a very high SPF lotion." Ah, particular meanings.

"Seriously, I don't tan, I cook like a lobster in boiling water."

"Hey, this is as dark as I ever get myself. I just didn't know if there was a difference. Women, in my experience, like to have multiple names for things that don't make a whole lot of sense to me."

He shrugs.

"I'll rub lotion on your back."

Jo0rdan grins a bit. "Maybe I will let you rub lotion on my back... if you get us a beach umbrella to counter the evil rays of the sun."

He rolls his eyes.

"I'll get the umbrella, but I was offering to help you not for any other reasons, so...rub the lotion on your own back. If you can reach."

Challenges, challenges.

"Oh, I can, no problem." She has been living with one arm since 9.

Never doubt Jordan's flexibility. "So, nyah!" She sticks tongue at the Beetle.