Forge (themaker) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-11-24 10:41:00 |
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LILA: Maybe Lila Cheney should be getting ready to hang out with Stacy X, only about her favorite lady dj ever. Instead she was hunched over a table in the workshop, going over the plans that Forge had laid out. He wasn't anywhere in the workshop at the moment and to an untrained observer, it was just as crowded with his machines and unfinished projects as ever. But Forge would notice the increase of materials in the room. Truth was, Lila had teleported multiple pieces of scrap metal into the workshop, putting it wherever it fit. She wasn't sure what he would be able to use so she brought everything she determined could be brought back to Earth.
She sat on the stool that Forge had pulled out for her the other day, pouring over the details on the drawings and trying to remember what Forge had told her. Her chin rested on her hand as her elbow was propped up on the table, her other hand lightly tracing the drawings. She made note of a couple pieces that she should show Forge, that she thought might be best for his prosthetic.
FORGE: Forge had been down in the kitchen, preparing himself a quick sandwich - often he got so involved in his projects he'd forget to eat, until his stomach would grumble, an audible reminder that it was time to take a break. After finishing off the last bite, he'd reached for his crutches and made his way back to his workshop.
He frowned, upon first entering - Lila wasn't visible behind the large contraptions he had sitting here there and everywhere, but he already had the distinct feeling that he was not alone. That and there was a giant pile of scrap metal lumped onto one of the tables. Going deeper into his shop, his eyebrows shot up when the lovely Miss Cheney (or rather, the back of her) came into view. Though his stomach tightened when he realised she was sitting in front of his prototype prosthetic. He didn't like anyone going near his inventions before they were finished - much less his new leg, which was a deeply personal project for him. "Lila?" He asked mildly, approaching her with a curious expression on his face, "This all yours?" He gestured to the newly housed scrap metals.
LILA: When Lila heard Forge's voice, it brought her out of her concentration. She turned on the stool, her ponytail whipping around and jumped to stand when she saw him, a wide excited grin on her face. "Actually, it's all yours," she corrected him with a small shrug, her hands sliding into the back pockets of her jeans. "You were just talking about how you needed something lighter and I realized I had a source -- I just couldn't decide how much of it you would need or what you could even use. So I brought... everything." Yeah, she knew it might seem like a bit much, but at least he had some selection.
FORGE: As she spoke he had already begun maneuvering his way toward the metal, his slightly suspicious expression slowly morphing into one of almost bemused wonder. Grunting a little as he let his crutches lean against the counter as he changed his line of balance, he reached out to take up a metal rod - quite thick in radius yet...surprisingly light weight. Bringing it closer, he gently ran his fingers down its length, turning it this way and that, before glancing around for his wheelchair and sitting down carefully. "Lila." He breathed, getting a little excited as he pushed his chair back with his remaining foot toward an odd looking machine he had designed in order to test the strength of metals. The rod was clamped between the vice-like machine, and he hit a button. After a couple of moments, there were two indiscreet beeps, and then the rod bent, slowly but surely. "This is...incredibly durable" He pointed to the small digital screen attached to the device "--look at that tensile strength!!" He was actually excited about this. "Where on earth did you find this?!" Oh Lila, this was like Christmas. (Except better.)
LILA: She watched him carefully, pressed her lips together in a straight line in anticipation. She got out of his way so that he could run his little test, eager to see if it actually proved worthy. Lila had no way to test the metal other than against a certain set of conditions and what she had seen metal be on the Dyson sphere. She figured that Forge would know how to determine if it was actually usable. Her eyes followed where he pointed onto the monitor. She leaned in to get a closer look at the reading, not actually able to discern what it meant but trusted Forge's assessment. She stood up straight, unable to hide a smirk. "On Earth? Nowhere," she answered truthfully. She didn't find this stuff on Earth but she wasn't about to divulge details right now. "And there's more where this came from, if you find something particular you like."
FORGE: He glanced sharply up at her rather ironic sounding quip, before turning his attention quickly back to the metal rod, "Oh I'll definitely be wanting more of this--I've never seen a compound so light weight but such a high density to it..." He trailed off, fingers itching already to test out more of these metals. "Thank--thank you, Lila. This is...I hope it didn't cost you too much?" He turned back to her, eyes flicking to her hands absently. She had a fair number of scratches and cuts running up and down her hands, "Though...something tells me you didn't exactly have to pay for it." God he wanted to kiss her right on the mouth.
LILA: He will have to settle with a kiss on the cheek. She leaned down from over his shoulder, planting a kiss right below of his cheekbone. "A lady never reveals her resources or methods, Forge," she stood back up, resting a hand on his shoulder. She only then remembered the nicks she acquired, a particularly nice one on her middle knuckle of the hand that rested on his shoulder. She didn't want him to think that she went through that much trouble, though she had hand-selected every scrap now taking up room in his workshop. She had done it without much thought, without thinking it was a burden. "Just wanted you to be able to build your prosthetic. Play with what you got here and let me know how much more you need and of what, and I'll see what I can do."
FORGE: Closing his eyes as she bent in to kiss his cheek, Forge held his breath - not wanting to inhale her familiar fragrance and do something somewhat inappropriate. Besides, he had metals to play with, lightweight, beautifully durable metals to test and mold and build into his leg. "Thank you, Lila," he repeated, offering her a genuine smile, reaching out and giving her shoulder a brief squeeze. "You've given me plenty to work with, here." He turned his head toward the prosthetic, already feeling the familiar surge of ideas rush through his mind, and almost unconsciously his hands fell to the wheels of his chair and he moved toward the table. "These will be perfect..." he murmured rather absentmindedly, almost to himself. Oh wait. Lila was still here. Tearing his gaze away he looked at her, "You can stay and help, if you like." By 'help' he meant sit quietly in the corner and maybe hand him a spanner occasionally. (Surprisingly a compliment, coming from Forge - he didn't like company while working.)
LILA: She shook her head lightly; she hadn't made plans to stay and didn't want to intrude on his working process. She figured she would just get in the way and she did have Stacy to hang out with. "Nah, I'll let you have fun without me hovering. Don't want to get in your way," she smiled a little, hooking her thumbs into her belt loops. "Besides, got a date with a lady I've been meaning to catch up with. I can stop by later."
She turned to head toward the exit, pausing before she was completely out the door. "By the way, try not to pass out from all the excitement. I'd hate to explain to people where all this stuff came from."
FORGE: Sorry, Lila, Forge was barely listening, his eyes intently focused on the sorting through the pile of metals. "Hmm? Oh yeah, okay." Later on he would probably wonder at what she meant by date with a lady but right now, all he could hear was the scrape and clang of his own tools. At her last comment, however, he did manage to tear himself away for a brief second to smile at her and watch her leave the room.