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Lorna Dane ([info]geek_magnet) wrote in [info]devolve,
@ 2011-02-16 21:31:00

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Entry tags:lorna_dane, remy_lebeau

Who: Lorna and Remy
What: Working on cars
Where: Garage
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

One of the scout teams had reported one of the engines was running a little rough, so Lorna told Sam she'd check it out. If it was something she knew how to fix, great. If not, she'd put it aside until Sammy could look at it.

So far, she wasn't finding anything wrong. Still, changing the oil couldn't hurt, this one was about due for it anyway. Getting everything together, she opened the hood and the oil cap, then slid under the car to start draining the oil. One advantage to being a magnetokinetic was she never lost the oil cap, since it was metal.

Lorna frowned as she sensed an unfamiliar, hot energy signature. Had to be one of the new guys. She hadn't been around either of them to be able to identify them by their signatures, but they both had hot signatures. "Which one are you and what you do want?" she called, because right now she was kind of busy.



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[info]theragincajun
2011-02-18 06:04 am UTC (link)
"So demandin'." He teased her, but hell if he was going to back down from that. Remy was a showman at heart. If she wanted a show, he'd have a hell of a lot of fun trying to give her one. "Can't say I don't like dat either. All you be needin' to do was ask. I'm not de type to say no to a femme. Might even keep a smile on dat belle face eh?"

Well that was a bit depressing, though everyone here probably had someone they were close to that was out there somewhere alive, or worse. So, he just nodded, listening a little more then he probably let on.

"Just 'cause ya don't seem like de type, does not mean I not be seein' it before." He smirked. "An' in all fairness, kind'a surprised a femme like you not snatched up already." She had looks, brains, and she said so herself about being a jack of all trades. It only added to his curiosity as to what she meant by that anyway. "Prospects be lacking?" He hadn't exactly found his way into knowing everyone around just yet to really understand that one, though at this point, he could probably guess some of it. There were certain things a person could read if they were paying close enough attention.

"At least eh? I usually be some over achiever, but I be guessin' dat even is good for now?" After he finished pouring in the contents of the bottle, he put it handed it to her, taking out the funnel only to replace the oil cap. Turning towards her, he asked, "Is it my heat? Or my mechanical skills den?" Pointing towards the driver's side, he went onto ask, "You mind startin' 'er up?"

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