Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-16 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gaila, kitty pryde (shadowcat), montgomery scott |
"Gaila is definitely a freight train,"
Who: Scotty, Kitty and a bit of Gaila
What: Kitty gets her bike fixed up, and there's talk of relationships, Star Trek and Comic books
Where: Mad Monty's
When: Yesterday
STatus: Complete
Rating: PG13
A V8 engine rumbled outside, then went quite. A moment later, Kitty came in, rolling her bike with her good arm!
Inside the submarine, Scotty was elbow deep in rewiring, though he thought...he swore...that he'd heard someone pulling up outside. He didn't even look up to see who it was, but he was hoping it wasn't Kitty, because he was going to insist that she wasn't insane and running around without resting, because she obviously likes to flip off things and fall through skylights, which all sounded pretty crazy indeed.
Even considering all the stuff he knew, that seemed crazy. His stuff was normal in comparison! Or so he thought, because it was normal, for him.
"Gae away! Not open! Busy!" he shouted, in case it wasn't someone who was just parking outside to hit the pub or one of the other businesses nearby.
"That's okay," Kitty said, shouting up. "I'll just take my donuts and go!" She put a bag of donuts on a work bench, looking around and inspecting some of the equipment. It was pretty high tech, she had to admit, but the glimpses in her dreams had hinted at technology far beyond what she had access to today. Like a motherfucking holodeck danger room.
"Bloody. HELL! I thought I'd told ye NO," Scotty said, sitting up and bonking his forehead directly on the edge of the console, resulting in a CLANK that only one with a truly thick skull could make. Followed by a yelp that only someone in pain could make, too.
He squeezed open one eye while scooting forward on his butt and grabbing his forehead with both hands. Hopefully the dog was nearby still. He said one word, "Ice." Hopefully the dog could figure out how to fetch some.
Porthos darted up the stairs, returning a moment later with a bag of ice.
Kitty stared at the dog, "Okay that's just weird."
"Cheers, yer gettin' a very big sandwich tonight, ye are," Scotty was saying, quickly taking the bag of ice when it was within reach and applying it directly to the bump on his forehead. He scooted and scootched the rest of the way toward the hatch, before making his way out. As far as he could, at least, because he more or less made it out of the sub, onto the floor, and immediately laid down, one eye firmly scrunched shut and the other glaring up at Kitty.
"Dae ye not listen tae reason at all? Why am I askin' that tae someone who thinks she's a ninja who can walk through walls and bum about with jedis?"
"Well, he's not really a jedi." At least she didn't think so. Kitty picked up the bag and offered him a donut, "I needed to get out a bit. Roomie just moved in and things are really chaotic at the moment." She held up her cast, which had already been signed by the twins.
"Brilliant. Proof yer dangerously idiotic. Cheers!" He continued to lay there with the ice held to his forehead with one hand, showing no signs of moving the rest of himself at all. Gradually though, he raised his other hand up to take the donut, missing it the first time out of lack of depth perception thanks to the head bumple, and grabbing it on the second attempt. "Did ye get yer bum grabbed when ye got these?"
"What? Oh! Hah. No, there was no ass grabbing. Should I be disappointed?" She sat on the workbench, smiling down at him, "Bubba asked for you."
"Aww, that's sweet. Tell her next time ye see her, that I'll be looking forward tae our next sexy encounter, where she attempts tae man handle me. Just the way I like it." He toasted her with the donut and took a huge bite out of it, like he was famished. Chew chew. Donut good. Oh yes, it was.
"You're disgusting." Kitty rolled her eyes, "How far do you think you are? To going into space?"
"Got a while yet. Maybe a month. Had a delay." He didn't say what the delay was, and stuffed his face with the rest of the donut, so he couldn't answer or technobabble blab anything incriminating. He was not forthcoming with that info, with anyone outside of their sphere of influence. That done, he smirked while chewing, with chipmunk cheeks. Right at her.
"Damn." She poked at a tool at the workbench, "How did Vegas go? Win anything? I have a terrible bluff face, so I always stick to machines."
"I didnae," he admitted once he swallowed. He pointed at her with his free hand, still laying on the ground, looking up at her. "Sulu and Chekov did, though. Roulette. It's what ye get when you have a Russian number cruncher as yer calculator, I suppose. Though Sulu's no slouch at numbers, himself, from what I understood. Oh, and Gaila won. Nine hundred. I've never been much for gambling, not with money. I didnae hear if anyone else won anything, though. I guess it was very nice in spots, but I always have rotten luck overall when it comes tae holidays."
She squinted an eye at him, "That's kind of like cheating. Kind of. Not quite." She winked, then tilted her head, "Bad stuff happen?"
"It's not cheating. It's playin' it smart. I think they quit while they were ahead, from what I understood. Either that, or Sulu got blootered an' couldnae continue. Whatever. Anyway. Stuff happened. It looked tae be goin' horribly bad an' I got Gaila a ring. So it was sorted." He switched gears and the subject back onto her. "How was yer date?"
He figured it went well enough, if she had that roommate now.
"Wow, really? Grats!" Kitty looked surprised. Gaila didn't seem the type to settle down, with anyone, but she was happy for them, "Date went..really nicely. You know how when you touch someone you can feel little jolts?"
"I dinnae think it works that way with everyone," he was saying, followed by a clipped laugh. "I always thought it was more like magnets. Or freight trains."
He looked like he'd been hit with one, since he was lifting up the bag of ice to tentatively touch a finger to the bump on his forehead. He said 'ouch' under his breath, and put the ice back down again. Only his time, he didn't hold it there. Rather, he laid flat on his back, both hands on his stomach, fingers threaded together. Waiting for her to continue.
"Gaila is definitely a freight train," Kitty thought ruefully, rubbing the back of her neck and blushing slightly. "Xi'an is......well Xi'an is falling off a cliff. A very nice cliff."
"Aye she is. An' that sounds...nice. I think?" He wasn't sure, so Scotty looked off to one side with wide eyes, like he was trying to sort that out. Neither way sounded...exactly...pleasant, but it got the point across.
Kitty laughed, "I had to practically tie her hands when she was high on that stuff that one night."
"...wut? Oh, that night. Aye. Uhh...sorry about that. I thought she was only drunk, I didnae know she...did that stuff, necessarily. Ye know." He shrugged and frowned a little.
"Me neither. She never even let on about it until she called me out of the blue." Kitty bit into a donut, "Very freight train, but to deal with that you just have to get out of the way."
"I'm not well versed with gettin' oot of the way," he reluctantly admitted. "I cannae say I was pleased about the whole mess either. But I cannae really tell her no. she's goin' tae do what she likes."
Kitty decided to not go into detail about just how difficult getting out of the way had been, mostly for Scotty's peace of mind, "She's also a horrific troll."
At some point, he's going to find out something. Later is probably going to make things worse, but that's just the way the proverbial ball rolls and the cookie crumbles. And he's basically aware of nothing, at this point. Enough that he pushed the whole 'my girlfriend was high as a kite' situation off to one side in his mind, and grinned brightly as he proudly said, "Aye, she is."
She'd almost been tempted by Gaila's 'wanna practice' line, but had known that would have been bad. Hence getting her green butt to Scotty as quickly as she had. She shook her head, "You would be proud! "
"Why shouldnae I be proud? It's a defining quality. Sense of humor. Most men tend tae like that, even the warped an' twisted sorts of humor!"
"Warped and twisted is right up your alley!" She picked out a donut hole and tried to toss it into his mouth, "You know the worst thing is when my arm itches."
It missed. "Wouldnae know. Never broke a limb. I only bump me head a lot. Maybe it'll teach ye a lesson. Anyway. Why'd ye ask about the comics?" He held his mouth open wider in an invitation for her to try again.
She tried again, adjusting the angle this time, "Oh. No reason. You'd think I'm nutters." She paused, then added, "Nuttier."
Kitty's aim was true! He caught that one and chewed on it while staring up at her in what one would suppose was his brand of thoughtfulness. It was more like watching the wheels of a machine in motion, if that machine was in overdrive. In his mind, Scotty imagined things couldn't get weirder. And because he was keeping up the appearance of normal - as normal as he could get - there wasn't any harm in seeing how crazy things were, with other people. It wasn't like Kitty had struck a chord where he remembered her in his dreams, and she wasn't mentioning things that fit in, or mentioning how green Gaila was. The rest of it was sheer, unfiltered crazy.
Those thoughts in mind, Scotty finished eating that donut hole and told her, without hesitation, "Try me."
"Okay, remember the comic shop? The graphic novels I bought." She tried another donut hole at him, "They were like lesser detailed versions of dreams I've had. And I'd never read them before in my life. See? Crazy."
"....really," Scotty grunted the word out, while squinting at her, like he was really trying hard to figure that one out. "Never read them before, ye say."
"Never. But I dreamed about the events in them. Like I was actually there. And the character can walk through walls." She rubbed at the back of her neck, "Crazy I know, but is it really so hard to believe?"
"Are ye goin' tae kick me if I say aye, it is?" he asked, staring up at her like he was really hoping she wouldn't.
And here is where she gets too smart for her own good. She gestured around, then threw a wrench at a nacelle, "You're practically building an Enterprise in here, Montgomery Scott. I'm a geek, I own one of those technical manuals! I've seen every episode. I have a Starfleet uniform. You're as crazy or not, as I am!"
Scotty scowled at her, wasting absolutely no time pointing out, "Difference is that I was born with this name, ran around as a wee bairn tearin' apart me father's car countless times, was tackled by me sis a lot, have a brother that we dinnae talk tae because he married a third cousin twice removed on the traitor side o' the family. Me maw's a loud mouth, me father's half deaf b’cause of it, an' I can name every action figure I had before the age of twelve. I grew up, finished school early, want tae university early, got me degrees, BOTH OF THEM? I also drank a lot, bummed about fixing things, went tae NASA, gave them the finger, wound up on the con circuit, an' ended up here.
“NOW? If I was someone from Starfleet, dae ye think I'd be stuck here? Really? Because ye can bet yer arse, I wouldae found a way oot of this mess. In less than a day. I wouldnae be havin’ a lie doon on the floor of a garage, while some nutter throws donut holes intae me mouth an’ hurls wrenches at me poor wee bairn, there."
If he could have tipped his head up, defiantly and stubbornly at her, Scotty would have. But the concrete floor was preventing him from comfortably doing that. He already had a headache.
"I don't have an answer for that. Or why everything feels almost more real when I sleep then when I'm awake. Wormholes, mind transference, god only knows what else." She folded her good arm, stubbornly. "Or are you just a geek taking the technical manuals too seriously."
Great, she made an ass out of herself. But she was good at that.
He went with the easiest answer, even if he didn't - inwardly - feel great about saying it, "Aye, I am. Yesterday's sci-fi is tomorrow's technology."
She rolled her eyes, "Obviously, I spontaneously developed a personal phasing cloak system."
Scotty only shrugged in response, as though maybe she did. But he did - just for a split second, blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment - let his gaze skirt away off to one side, before he focused in on her again. For his part, Scotty almost wanted to ask her where the big metal Russian robot-looking boyfriend was, but he refrained.No Mr. Scott, you can't build a cloaking device.Wouldn't dream of it, Miss Pryde! Ye dinnae need one anyway!
"Maybe I did hit my head," She replied, slowly.
"Maybe ye did," he replied in a hushed voice, moving his hands up so he could finally fold his arms over his chest. He didn't look very pleased, or relaxed, but more like he suddenly had a lot to think about.
She squinted at him, then changed the subject, "So when is the wedding?"
"Five or six years. Hopefully around the same time yer able tae have the same luxury?" he offered, still looking profoundly thinky. By that point, though, he had sat up and rested his arms over his bended knees. Yes, the machinery of thought is humming away at a frenzied pace, inside his skull.
Kitty laughed, "Whoa. I think we're getting ahead of ourselves!"
"Ye already phoned up the movers, so...I think yer right on track." He gave her a thumbs up, but he wasn't smiling. Or looking at her. In fact, he even eyedarted, just as his eyes widened like he was having an epiphany. "How much of an absolute geek, are you?"
"The moving happened before any dates," She retorted, then blinked. "Mostly sci-fi. Certain fantasy." She blushed a bit, "Always had a fond spot for fairy tales."
Scotty smiled, suddenly, because he was onto something. "We'll play a wee game. If you find yer interested in it."
She raised an eyebrow, "Am I allowed to use The Google?"
"Not while yer here. Ye can use whatever is at yer normal disposal, in the privacy of yer own home," he mused aloud, standing up, with a slight wobble. He righted himself before falling over, finally finding his equilibrium. "Question. Regulation one-fifty-seven, section three, paragraph eighteen? If ye can tell me what that is, then ye win a prize."
Because he really wasn't saying what it was a regulation to, and it was neither confirming or denying anything, by asking about it, outright. Therefore, he can't really get in trouble. Not if it's something which was readily available in that timeline, like he's thinking it is. Therefore it already exists! GRIN!
"Shit..." Kitty folded her arms, thinking about it. Then she made a wild guess, as it rang a bell for one of her absolutely favorite episodes, "Something to do with time travel? I swear it's in that DS9 Tribble episode."
"Ye got tae recite it, sorry." He held up both hands, shrugged his shoulders sharply, and kept right on grinning. He had the loophole there, which was his out for not letting any cats out of any bags, if a certain someone managed to figure it out. And he'd never have to say a word, really, and just laugh it off if it got blabbed, as total geekdom gone wrong and misunderstood. "Ye answer that, and I'll explain spintronics tae ye."
"I believe though," he was hinting, as he went to gather up some tools to tweak her bike engine, "it has tae do with a directive as well."
"Spintronics is what allows SSDs to work," Kitty pointed out. "Hell, regular hard-drive read heads are based on the concept." She pulled out her phone and smirked at him, "You said I could use whatever is at my regular disposal at home, right? This is always on me." She waggled it at him.
"Bloody cheater. Not just ess-ess-dee’s. But the spintronics could explain matter transfer as well, with electrostatic repulsion, the force of which keeps subatomic objects from passing through one another. Electrons have a spin, so if yer polarized tae the object you wanted tae pass through, ye can bypass the repulsion an’ theoretically pass yer own molecules through it."
He motioned at her with one hand held out, to proceed onward as she wished.
Sort of like phasing. Actually that made a lot of sense, if her body was doing that automatically. She googled it quickly, "Hah! Knew it was Trials and Tribblations! Starfleet officers shall take all necessary precautions to minimise any participation in historical events!"
"I think if ye look intae that, there's actually that directive associated with it as well," Scotty said, while tapping himself on the end of his nose with an index finger. Cuz she got it, but he's not telling her with words that she did. "But ye didnae hear it from me, an' I think yer bright enough tae know what that might mean. I'll also advise ye tae stay the hell away from me own electronics, because that also might be why yer goin' tae foul up yer toys. Ye also didnae hear that suggestion from me, though, because I certainly wouldnae have learned that from tae many years of reading comics. Especially those which have storylines set in Scotland."
He began to whistle while tinkering with her bike, and the whistle was innocent in the extreme. He's not technically breaking any laws or directives, nope, trolololol.
Kitty squinted at him again, then nodded her head slowly. She was a quick learner, and he was being a little snarky which only helped matters. Still for the answers she was getting, there was still the great big question of 'why are we crazy yo?!'
But she doubted either of them had an easy answer, for that!
"Mmm. I see."
Holy shit that meant she almost went home with Captain Kirk? WOE! She missed out!
"Aye, then ye see why I cannae say anything further," he said, glancing over at her. "Hand me that wrench, would ye? However, either way, if yer right about yer wee incident with the wall? I'd just keep it quiet if I were you. That's all. It's not really something ye want tae shout from the rooftops, unless ye really want people tae think yer pure dead nutters."
She handed over the wrench, "Yeah, I'd like to avoid the rubber wall room." So far she'd resisted the temptation to do more googling, at least related to herself. She didn't want to..taint her dreams, mostly.
He'd been curious enough to think about it, but the truth was, he had always considered any canon similarities to himself, to be a mere coincidence. He took the wrench and started in on the bike, only cursing at it on occasion, like it was a naughty beastie that ought to behave. And more or less, he said that, somewhere in the mess of his overclocking that bike.
In mid-ratchet crank, he did see fit to tell her, "That's why ye cannae go about, like ye did just now at me, accusin' people like that. I'm not actually sayin' it this time tae be an arse, but because ye got tae be mindful of the potential situation, if there is indeed one. Not that I'm saying there is, because I'm only an engineer, ye know."
She wondered if he could make it a hoverbike. With a cloak. And a phaser bank. Because that would be epic. But. Timeline issue.
"Uh huh. I figured since we were alone." The dog didn't count, "It was probably safe!
"Aye, and that's the only reason why I may have thought about what I probably did not tell ye, as a way around what possibly might be a rule one should follow, if they are somehow bound tae following such things. Which I probably am not, only sayin'," he kept on saying, conversationally. "Otherwise, ye know, business as usual."
"I think I have a headache," Kitty said, paraphrasing Janeway.
"Then ye better not think of possible ways that things like this could have happened, tae end up here. If it is anything."
"As long as McCoy doesn't stop anyone from getting hit by a car, we're probably safe," Kitty replied, snerking.
"Best episode ever," Scotty said, still in a conversational way. "Classic. Mechanical rice picker. Cannae beat that."
Kitty laughed, "Yes, its a good one!" She paused, then added, "Don't tell anyone I actually have a starfleet costume. It was from my younger days." She eyedarted.
"I willnae breathe a word of it tae anyone." He shrugged and ripped into the bike engine with the greatest of ease, and started removing things from it, and replacing them, with a scowl on his face. He appeared dead set on making the thing go as fast as possible, without having it hover. Even if that was pretty tempting. Even so, he had to ask while he was working, "How long did it take ye tae sort oot what ye think ye sorted oot, that ye might not actually know?"
Kitty sat next to him, wincing as he ripped into the engine. Her baby...but her baby would be faster, stronger, more agile. Like the six-million-dollar woman. Except its a bike.
"After you saved me from Kirk -which, I might add, I'm not sure I'm as thankful for anymore - I looked up my tech manual because some of your inventions here looked vaguely familiar."
She picked up a stray bolt, "Here's the weird thing. It didn't really click in my head until I was looking that up. I might have been intentionally trying to ignore the mind-fuckery."
"I hate tae tell ye this," he said, with a surprising amount of patience for someone who looked like he was in the midst of a barely organized mechanical slaughter, "but ye dinnae want tae be one of Kirk's one nighters. Call me a wee bit old fashioned, but I couldnae let that happen tae a pretty lass that me lips happened tae meet, even if it was only for the purpose of a joke. Well done joke, by the by? But it didnae seem right, knowing that ye were interested in someone else. Plus it’s not like you had the time tae make up yer mind, without Kirk slippin' in like a knicker thief in the night."
"I'm not a complete arse," he grumbled, taking that bolt from her hand and putting it back where it belonged.
Knicker thief in the night? For some reason that hit Kitty right in the funny bone and she barely controlled her laughter. If by barely, fall onto her back from her sitting position and crack-the-fuck-up.
It took several moments, but when she calmed down, she smiled at him, "Thanks. You're right. It would have felt too much like cheating. I think the only reason it didn't with you was because your girlfriend was staring at us like we were a science experiment."
"Aye, I wouldae stopped, though," he pointed out, already part way through putting it all back together again, like he could do this in his sleep, blindfolded, with one hand tied behind his back. "Me girlfriend's a pervert, an' she started tae wait longer than I thought she would. Like I said, I'm nae a total arse! I definitely dinnae cheat and ye got tae have some loyalty, after all. Sometimes the world can seem full of backstabbers an' ye dinnae know who ye can trust."
"Especially," he pointed back over his shoulder for a split second with a tool, "when working on things like these."
"Well, I'm flattered. I think. I like to think I would have stopped but I can't really say for certain." She patted his arm, "You did prove men aren't totally dead to me."
"Wee bit after the fact though, isnae it?" he questioned with a grin, still entirely focused on what he was doing. "Needs lubed. Nae us, the engine. Almost done."
"I assure you, I've been lubed up pretty constantly lately." She flashed him a wicked evil grin, "A beautiful woman that wants to not go too fast will do that."
Scotty's normally very assured hands, actually fumbled with the tools and an engine valve. He had to go picking them up while shifty-eyed. His voice also went up a notch, "Well, that's probably more than I needed tae know?"
Kitty giggled, winking at him, "You can't tell me Gaila doesn't have the same effect on you? Well, less lube, more tube."
"...uhhh...I'm...just goin' tae finish the engine now an'...I'll reach over an' grab that...engine stuff that I need, meself, an' ye know...finish this. Which hopefully ye will nae go aff, busting yer other arm when yer well enough tae ride...uhh...get on....hmm...transport yerself, upon it."
Ahh, he smiled and nodded like he got it finally, there. He was trying to stave off any embarrassment because you just didn't go blabbing about that stuff. It wasn't right!
Kitty felt comfortable enough around him to loosen up. Other than Jubilee there weren't many friends she had that she COULD talk to. Well there was her raid but that got weird because she worked with half of them - she was already the token girl as it was.
"You're blushing. You're really embarrassed, aren't you!"
"No! Stoppit, get aff! I'm not! Yer standin' tae close, so back up. Yer stealing me air or something." He was leaning away and hunching over what he was working on, so she couldn't see his scowling pink tinged face.
She scooted back, trying not to laugh too hard as she did so.
"Stoppit, shoo, yer not back far enough." His ears felt like they were on fire, so he was working even faster. It might as well have been three minutes until a sun was going to explode and he had the bridge on his ass to coax the engines and get them out of there with only seconds left on a timer.
VOILA! Done and done.
He began putting the engine back in place! "Bloody women an' their perverted talk will be the death of me." GRUMBLE GRUMBLE.
"Am I as bad as Gaila?" Kitty honestly wanted to know. Because if she was as bad as Gaila, then that was pretty damn bad!
"Nearly!" he snapped grouchily, finishing up. He was trying to keep it neat and tidy, but he was working while under extreme duress. He'd better change the subject too, before she kept asking embarrassing things while he was trying to work! "Did ye really pass through a wall?"
"I can't answer that without messing up the timeline," She snarked at him.
"You already messed up by tellin' me," he said remindfully, scrunching up his face and leaning so he could stick one leg out like he was going to kick her, even if it was only just for show and he missed on purpose. "I need tae know for certain before I gae explaining it in a physics sense."
"In my dreams, I can separate the molecules of my body to pass through solid substances. It allowed me to fall to earth from orbit, and I can apparently dance on air." She'd been thinking about being able to do that, in one of her dreams. And now she really, really wanted to try, "So we were in the warehouse, and I was being goaded on, so I charged a wall and..went through to the other side."
"Aye, all yer doin' is polarizin' yerself to the objects yer passing through, or reversing the polarity of it, such as air or a wall, tae suit yer needs. Yer messin' the spin up on the internal electrons. Like how if ye touched something electronic while you had yer polarity affected, it'd change the conduction. It’s like assigning a zero or a one ontae them, an' then deciding how ye need tae compensate so ye'd be able tae pass through. Of course, ye know, fun and dangerously adventerous part is, it'd be just like takin' a transporter, as an example..."
He grabbed a wrench, held it up, and threw it across the length of the table so it hit the wall.
"And trying tae transport it there, tae an exact spot on the other side of the wall, only to have the potential get stuck. Chances of the data transfer reconfigurin' in a wall, or inside solid rock...ye know, if things arenae calibrated right or there’s a miscalculation? It could happen. Ye try it an’ ye could lose a limb or worse. Maybe get yer rib cage materialized in the middle of it. I'd imagine that'd be rather tricky."
"Either way, it’d be too late tae bounce yerself aff it harmlessly like that wrench," he idly noted, like it was a trivial matter and easily understood. "Ye'd be fucked."
She frowned. "It was instinctual. Like something in my brain just took over. Not even my brain. My body. I couldn't control it. I had dreams about it manifesting. I'd fall through the floor while sleeping. It might be a defense mechanism."
Only one way to try and find out! For the sake of science, Scotty did not hesitate, but looked as though he was going to take the ratchet in his hand and use it to bolt that engine down. But instead of using it as one should, he hauled off and threw it toward Kitty instead, with pursed lips and an inquisitive blinky expression on his face.
He did feel bad. He was ready to apologize too, if once it smacked her.
Instead of phasing, Kitty's head dodged back and to the side, her good hand snapping into the air and catching the wrench! She started at it, then looked at him, "WHAT THE HELL?!"
"Sorry! I'm sorry. Ye mentioned defense and I was thinkin' if it was self-defensive, then it shouldae kicked in, inherently. Ye know, without ye thinkin' about it. However, yer ninja instincts are what saved you, and ye didnae get hit. So...I dinnae have tae apologize?" He held up both hands as a gesture for peace, even if his mouth kept explaining "I feel bad, though. I do. I regret it already. Terrible, really. I cannae guarantee it willnae happen again, because it's good tae test one's self, isane it? I think it is. At least I didnae transport ye tae Mars on a dare."
Even if there would be pattern buffers and whatnot, there were still several things that could go wrong without the pattern storage kicking in or scrambled interference fail happening. He still thinks it's the safest way to travel though! :D
She looked at the wrench like she was going to throw it back at him, but instead put it on the table, "Get me a suit and transport me to Mars, I'd love that. If I ever control it, I'll take you and Gaila dancing, okay?" After Xi'an, anyway.
Scotty did look apologetic, like he only realized he shouldn't have done something, after the fact. Which was likely the case with Admiral Archer's prized beagle, as well.
"I dinnae dance, but...aye, Gaila might like that. Sounds like a deal. Though I wouldnae know a thing about transporters, really, because...regulation one fifty seven, section three, paragraph blah blah blaaaah..."
"Blah blah blah." She rolled her eyes, "They can beam photons, so its not like you'd be messing too much up. It'll be like transparent aluminum."
"That was legitimate because it was given tae the creator anyway," he pointed out. "So in that sense, that paradox had to be done to keep that intact, even if they were nae in it for the whales." So there.
And no, he wouldn't be talking into any computer mouses. Not if he had to do it again. Typing? It was quaint but he was used to it, by now, having had a full lifetime in his head of typing and texting away all over the place.
Kitty laughed, shaking her head, "You have an answer for everything. It's annoying!"
Scotty merely took one index finger, smudged with engine grease, and acted as though he was tapping it against his forehead, over one eye. Without the actual tapping. He can has brains powers! Shhh, don’t tell peoples! Then he winked at her. Knowingly.
However, he immediately grew serious again. Somewhat.
"Ye know, if what ye are dreaming about is theoretically possible? Oh, lassie. Yer in for a rough spot. Ye best be cautious."
"A rough spot?" She tilted her head, "What do you mean?" There was a lot of rough spots..
"I mean, ye sound like ye might not have any control over it." He sort of thought about Gaila, and he couldn't give away too much information, so he was only offering a basic warning. He was gesturing with his hands like they were ghosting through things, while he was talking. "Let's say ye really did go through that wall, aye? I mean, I cannae say. I havenae seen ye do it. But ye got yer witness. So let's say ye did. Ye didnae have control over it. So, in a molecular sense...ye might want tae think of all the implications."
"I'm pretty sure I have zero control. Obi nearly broke my nose pushing me through the wall and it wouldn't let me through, after the first time. Once...and that's it!" She sounded so very very frustrated at this idea, "I want to do it again." Her voice and tone indicated damn the consequences.
Which started to really become apparent as she thought about it, "Maybe I need to be careful."
"Aye, maybe ye should. I mean, look at yer arm. I'm sure there's people who wouldnae want tae see ye get hurt even worse than that. But that's only a suggestion. I cannae tell ye want tae do. That's up tae you."
Scotty finished with the bike and motioned toward it, like it was ready for a ride...that she couldn't take with a broken arm. So he's just going to start it up to see if it's running properly, and give the engine a little rev, and nod his approval.
The engine is purring like a thousand tigers, trained in ninja school. If he gave it some gas, it went went from a purr to a very sexy mechanical roar.
She glanced at the cast on her arm, then rolled up her sleeve to show him the nasty cut, "Got one of these on my leg too. From falling."
Kitty sighed, "It's just...adventure. Excitement. It feels like I was born for that. It's in my bones." Maybe she was a non-lecherous female version of Kirk!
She got to her feet and walked over to the bike, "...oh that's sexy....you can barely feel any vibration.."
The look he was giving her when she showed him the cut, was like he was thinking the exact same thing: a non-lechy woman Kirk. Only he's read some comics (just like she's had a starfleet uniform *snerk*), so he knows better.
"Aye, smoother ride. I readjusted an' replaced some things with parts I had here, so it should be a lot faster. Though if you keep jumping over things, yer goin' tae need new shocks. Dinnae be an pain in the bum tae her? She's a nice bike," he reminded her, before cutting the engine off. "Now, I'll roll her oot tae yer...pick up...that sounds so butch, Stubby! Let me see if ye cut yer nails yet."
Teeeeeeeeeeeasee.
He was off the bike and rolling it off as fast as he could, so he didn't get thwapped or things thrown at him! He's trying to make an escape, at least. While the escaping is good.
"You're awesome!" She threw her good arm around his neck and kissing his cheek, "I'll take care of her. She's my baby. I might have you uber up the shocks, though." She grinned, "For more and longer jumps." Then she thwapped him anyway! "I'm not cutting my hair, at least!" Nails though? Already trimmed.
Ahh! How did she catch up when he was rolling it off as fast as he could! Evil ninja skills! He stopped at the cheek kiss though, eyebrows lowered, mouth in a thin line of I DID NOT ENJOY THAT. AT ALL. And he grunted at the thwapping, looking down in time to see her nails were trimmed. Insert eyeroll here.
"Well, look at ye breakin' the one stereotype!" he said with a trollface, and then up went the bike into her truck. He slap swiped his hands together, like the job was done. "And I can replace the shocks, but I'll have tae order some. Those arenae goin' tae hold up if ye keep jumpin' over things the way ye were the other day."
"Just let me know, and I'll cover the cost of the parts." She wasn't going to take too much charity, damn it all! "I want to make sure they hold up. If I can't walk through walls I'll just go over them!"
"Or, ye know, ye could just go around them, or use a door? Dumb arse."
Um. Awkward pause. Scotty looked around, to make sure no one saw. Then he gave her a sudden, huge hug. Like two objects in space colliding. He abruptly stopped a split second later, letting go. He even coughed to clear his throat, like things were back to normal.
She looked at him, blushing a little, "Uhm." She patted his back awkwardly, "Really though, thanks." Another place, another time, perhaps..
"Nothin' tae be embarrassed over." Even if he was suddenly looking everywhere else, rather than at her. His eyes were even rolled upward like he was staring at something terribly interesting, in the sky overhead. But his tone was utterly conversational. "I simply dinnae want ye doin' stupid things, so ye get hurt. That's all. Let me know when ye want the shocks replaced, if yer goin' tae pay for them. Then I'll do the orderin'."
No return kisses on the cheek or nothing. After all, he has a ring on a green girl's finger! And he loves him some green girl. He seriously does.
"I'll text or call you," Kitty replied. She flashed him a grin, then headed to the pick-up. "And thanks, I can't wait to give her a whirl!"
"Okie dokey, then." He waves a little, and then flapped his hand at her in a BAH HUMBUG SHOO ALREADY YE SLOWPOKE sort of way. "Dinnae run intae anything!"
Stomp stomp stomp he goes, back inside the workshop, to work on the space project.
"So. I see your girlfriend was around." Gaila appeared next to him, peeringly. Then she kissed him, "Just remember. You're mine. Bitches get stitches." And with that, she departed again!
Not before he yelled out, "Och! Stoppit! She's not me girlfriend, you are, an' that's really rather unbecoming!"
Ugh. Back to work he went. v_v
Gaila's laughter drifted through the door as she left.
And his sigh echoed in the sub, after she was gone.
>:d ← Workedy work work face!