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scoresby is the name. (leescoresby) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-06-27 18:52:00

Entry tags:

!log, galen, lee scoresby

first world problems
Who: Lee Scoresby + Galen
When: Early afternoonish
Where: Joe's Rental Hangar (or basically a hangar)
What: Lee checks on his balloon and remains to be faced with his never-ending financial crisis.
Rating/status: ~PG/finished.

"The valve cord's no good and the burner's busted?"

That was what Lawrence the mechanic-person said and he just repeated it so what was he to do but nod? "That's what I said," he even added before he waved to the gigantic wicker basket he was knelt beside, "On top of a lot of things but they're relatively smaller, if you ask me."

"Huh! Smaller," Lee must have snorted a little. "Small's not very small if they all cost you something, anyway." He thought about what stood ahead of him as he removed his hat, raked his white locks up, scratched the back of his head and then wore his hat again. "How long's it going to take once I get them to you?"

"Ehhh, give or take a couple of days," Lawrence sighed as he stood up and plucked his cap out of his balding head.

"And where can I get them?"

"Dunno." Lawrence shrugged sharply before he gestured to Lee. "Thought you're the balloonist here?"

"Ain't from around here," Lee stated honestly but he tipped his hat to Lawrence scratching his skinny side. "Anyhow, we'll take a look around. Good day to you, Lawrence."

"You too, Lee."

Outside, the sun was fierce. Under the shade of his hat, Lee scoured through what surrounded him before he pulled up his pants and started out to the city. "Well, don't suppose we were looking for much good news, anyway."

"Suppose you look for a new hangar, Lee?" Hester suggested at his feet. "See where that takes us."

"Mighty fine suggesting that after we paid the rent!" Lee smirked a little to the warm summer day. "We'll find ourselves those damn things and see what happens. If nothing better comes, we'll look for a new place, all right." And hope upon all hope that the rent would be just as affordable!

"And find a job while you're at it," as if Hester needed to remind him. "The last one was too short for comfort!"

"Least it let us pay the rent," Lee said. Find a job, find that valve cord and burner, find a new hangar -- maybe.

As if he didn't have enough things to think about. Suddenly, he missed the skies.

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technogalen
2011-06-28 03:15 am UTC (link)

Galen had gone to the local airfield out of curiosity. He had heard about what passed for aircraft in one of his trips to the library, mostly out of curiosity to see if there might be anything he could use to recharge the engines of his ship. He became fascinated by the technology. There were still air-breathing winged craft in 2267, but these were so primitive, and yet they flew.

He had walked the line of parked aircraft, pausing occasionally to peer into a window at the, for him, antique instrumentation. Finally, he turned toward the hanger area to see if he could find a mechanic or some such and look at the inner workings of one of these 'airplanes'.

Coming toward him was a sort of roughly dressed older man. Galen ran a passive scan on him as a matter of course, and was surprised to see he was linked by lines of energy to a separate energy source of some sort that looked somewhat like a hazy ghost of a rabbit.

Intrigued, he raised one hand in greeting. "Good afternoon, sir. Are you a pilot of one of these aircraft? I've been hoping to get a look inside one, and maybe even arrange a ride."

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leescoresby
2011-06-28 04:28 am UTC (link)

"Good afternoon," Lee responded before he gestured to the hangar over his shoulder. "That's right, I'm a pilot of one of these aircraft but mine's a little under the weather right now." Oho, the pun. "You could try talking to the other pilots, see if they've got something to take you with, Sir."

The entire time Lee and the stranger were having a chat, Hester didn't feel quite right. There was something odd about this man and she couldn't quite place her paw on it. He seemed okay, though, he seemed normal...

But he sure smelt a lot like a junk shop.

Lee had picked her up when she beckoned to him by her forepaws, under the pretense of dusting his shoes but while he was bent over, he hitched up the hare to his inner pocket and she set herself in there.

"Lee, he doesn't smell normal," she said.

Doesn't smell normal? Now Lee was interested..

"Fancy checking out the skies this fine day, Sir?"

	leescoresby 2011-07-06 04:17 am UTC (link)
	What, so he was something of a magician? Well, after what he'd done with his burner, he figured he'd had to be one. A magician from the future. And he thought he'd faster see pigs flying... "I'm touched, Galen," Lee said with a hand on his chest. "Hester and I are truly grateful." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	technogalen 2011-07-06 01:17 pm UTC (link)
	Galen lifted his staff and touched it to his forehead in a sort of salute. "I'll be off, then, and leave you too your duties." "I can usually be found around Meadow Lake in the evening, and do check the notice boards fairly regularly. Be well, Mr. Scoresby." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)