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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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"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.

He walks to the Bar and gets an umbrella for them and a waitrat to bring some drinks and snacks a little later. After that, he grabs the umbrella and walks back to her.

"I'll give you a ride out there, if you'd like. But you have to wear at least that swim suit, if not less." He's teasing, of course.

"I will have to go up grab a quick shower and change." She pokes him, getting up.

"Meet you at the beach? And I think people here would frown at topless..." But of course, Jordan is simply teasing right back.

He nods with a grin, letting her poke him. "Hurry back."

"But, Jordan...you already are topless," the grin has just gotten bigger and he pretends to peer down the top of her overalls.

Jordan gives his shoulder a shove, smirking, and heads to the stairs...

He runs into the bathroom and changes into some trunks that the Bar gave him. Sunglasses get put on, and he heads outside.

And some 15 minutes after he arrives at the beach, Jordan joins him. She i wearing a crop top and shorts, but the strings and laces of her bikini are noticeable. The Genius girl is also carrying a gym bag.

He pulls off his shirt and tosses it on the ground as she walks up. He looks over at her and gives her a playful wolf whistle and bats at one of her strings.

"Whatcha got in the bag?"

Jordan pokes him, and instead of answering, shows: beach blanket that gets spread out, big fluffy towel, bottle of SPF lotion. Always ready. "I need to remind myself to get a beach ball and a Frisbee..."

"I'll play with you with the beach ball, but don't expect me to catch a Frisbee with my teeth."

He tugs her hand to sit her down next to him.

"You're like the perfect girl scout. Nearly always prepared. Granted, I bet you'd look dorky in one of their uniforms..." Yes, he is teasing her. Fiercely.

"It comes from being a wanted and hunted criminal." Jordan lays back, without taking off the top or shorts for now. "You learn to be on your toes."

The girl scout comment just raises a sigh.

He drapes his arm around her a little. "You don't have to be hunted. You can be here. Or, you can come to my world, get a new start..."