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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
2011-07-01 03:43 am UTC (link)

"I think airplanes can wait for a little," Galen said as he thought about the situation.

"You know, I was thinking of the best metals I knew for the job," he said after thinking for a few minutes. "As I look over my recordings of your burner there, nothing there is really an exotic alloy, and yet the thing seems to have worked for you for some time now. Would a replacement made out of similar metals suit you for a while?"

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leescoresby
2011-07-01 03:55 am UTC (link)

"If I can be honest with you, Galen, I must admit, I don't know lots about metals and the likes," he said as he pulled out a loose thread from his inner top and flicked it aside. Hester had hopped over to his flattened envelope, perhaps to check on the wear and tear herself. "But if you can help out an old man here, I'd be much obliged." Spoken with that same carefree smirk of his as he rested his hand on the veiled wicker basket, again.

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technogalen
2011-07-01 04:07 am UTC (link)

It was theatrics, Galen had to admit, but then, all of life was but a stage...

He made a quick gesture with one hand, and the canvas flipped back off the basket and burner. He caught up the burner mechanism in an energy field, then using his implants in a way he hadn't since he arrived in 1964, levitated the burner and drew it toward himself through the air.

"I'll need a little extra metal for this job," he told Scoresby. "Are there any castoffs - I believe it is called a scrap pile - with metal parts around here somewhere? Things that won't be missed?"

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leescoresby
2011-07-01 05:08 am UTC (link)

Lee cried when the canvas was blown off his balloon, it couldn't be helped! He kept a hand pressed on his hat as the burner took on a life of its own and for a while there, he just stood gaping at the floating burner because last he recalled, burners floated with the entire balloon -- never on its own.

Hester herself had hopped closer to Lee, ears twitching as she watched the spectacle a step behind the pilot's foot in case he had a need to want to pick her up. That was what she was for, after all.

"I'm not very sure about the scrap pile," Lee said as he removed his hand from his head. "But I do recall the mechanic mentioning about finding me something at the back. Reckon that might be what you're looking for." He still couldn't take his eyes off his burner.

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