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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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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..."

"A different world where I can end with different enemies and none of the support I built over nine years of being a wanted outlaw? How long until someone tries to strap me down to a lab table and poke around my brains to discover how I survived The Agency's screwing around?" Jordan really does not believe in easy ways out.

"Besides, there is Hooper still. I promised I would kill him myself."

"I can tell you this, in my world, the likelihood of you getting strapped down to anything you don't want to be strapped too is very unlikely. You aren't the only genius in the multiverse. We've got a bunch. You wouldn't have to be an outlaw."

Beat.

"And I can help you take out 'Hooper'."

"First he has to be found. Hooper is a bastard, but he is not stupid, he knows I am looking for him, looking for the chance to turn him into a speck of dust. He will not show his face."

"Then relax for a while. If he thinks you're giving up or slipping, he's bound to make a mistake at some point. Rather than chase him all the time, make him come to you."

"Jordan just shakes head. Hooper is her arch-enemy, there is no chance she can just bait him into a vulnerable position with tricks.

And she is tired of people thinking her problems can be undone so easily; th girl genius closes eyes and tries to just relax.

There is evil planning to be done.

He simply shrugs and leans back. He also has an arch-enemy, and knows exactly what it feels like to deal with it on a daily basis.

He also knows that if he some how kills Squirrel, he himself will die, so it's almost better for him not to pick at it as much as he can.

Kick his ass from time to time, sure...but never kill him.

Same thing, or close to it, there. Jordan relaxes, her mechanical arm resting over her tummy.

He lean a little, his hand lightly resting in her mechanical arm, unless she pushes him away.

He's feeling snuggly.