Who: Kaylee Frye, Wolverine and OTA
What: Scavenging
When: Day Five, early morning
Where: The Carnival
Rating: TBA
Status: Completed

Having woken up entirely alone, and without any knowledge of River's whereabouts, Kaylee thought she could at least head to the Carnival. After all, River knew she would go there, didn't she? If her friend had left of her own volition, she would come and Kaylee would be able to feel relieved and scold her for running off. If she had not gone on her own...well, she refused to think about that. River would find her, and then everything would be shiny while they waited for the Cap'n and the others to come and find them.

Besides, having her hands busy would do her some good.

The moment she had stepped foot within range, the young woman had found herself climbing under one of the machines and searching for parts that might help her in her newest jury-rigged device. Not a way to make wine over the engine, not this time. But something simpler, and hopefully a bit easier, heating water. Just without fuel or even outmoded electrical conduits. How she would feed energy into the device still had to be figured out, but she would. She always did.

Bits of grass were getting into her mussed brown curls and she clipped the side of her hand against a piece of machinery. "Ouch," Kaylee grumbled, not halting in her trying to remove the piece she was intent on collecting.

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clawed_one
2009-04-25 05:26 pm UTC (link)

So. No tools, and no heated water, huh? Information piece by piece, but Logan didn't mind. Kaylee seemed to be assuming he was a regular here ... which was mildly confusing ... and amusing. She was either a simpleton ... which her desire to build a water heater kind of nixed, or had decided to grin and bear it ... a mentality Logan wholeheartedly approved of.

"Water heater wouldn't be too hard, doll ... all you need is a big-ass metal container, something to sit it on, and wood for a fire."

Which brought up the fact he couldn't remember smelling campfire smoke. Odd. But then, if this place was full of ex-city slickers ... not so odd.

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sweetredfruit
2009-04-25 05:42 pm UTC (link)

A wood fire powered water heater? That was such an ancient idea, that it only existed in the very barest regions possible. Even some of the poorer reasons had water heaters powered by far more advanced technologies.

"Oh I'm not building that sort of water heater, I just have yet to find the right materials for solar panels just yet." The design was already forming in her mind, and she believed that she could find all that she needed right here in the carnival. Although perhaps she would have to look in a few other places for other things. Such as non-corroded wiring.

The elements had not been kind to these machines, and it saddened her. Well, if much ever did.

Despite the fact that he had not taken her hand, she decided to leave it extended for at least a minute more. Perhaps he simply had not noticed the gesture.

clawed_one
2009-04-25 05:46 pm UTC (link)

Logan couldn't help a snort of amusement. "Doll, if you're reduced to the level of having to make a water heater ... doing one heated by wood will give you the time to find the shit for the fancier ones." He points out. "So that you don't freeze your pretty little ass off in the meantime." He eyed her hand, then shrugged and shook it, his grip strong and hand unexpectedly heavy for his size. "First rule of survival, doll ... get done what needs doing. Worry about frills, frippery, and fancy shit later."

sweetredfruit
2009-04-25 05:54 pm UTC (link)

Despite his cynicism over the idea, Kaylee simply grinned. "Shouldn't take me more than a day, maybe a little less if I can find the proper tools ya know." She shrugged her shoulders, "I woulda begun one tha' runs on carbon dioxide, since we're in a bubble, but I don' think we've got the right things for that. So solar-powered it is."

The handshake reminded her both of Jayne and the one time she had met a man with a partially cybernetic arm. Still, he might be sensitive about that, so she said nothing about that.

Survival she understood, just not the same kind he had.

"I'll remember that," she smiled, then asked a question tugging at her curiosity. "What year are ya from?"

clawed_one
2009-04-25 06:03 pm UTC (link)

"Uh huh. Right. And has /anything/ been that easy around here?" It was, in part, an honest question. Maybe the fuckers holding them here were occasionally nice. Maybe. "In my experience, it's better to do something simple and quick, than hope like fuck you can get what you need for something fancier ... especially when your ass is on the line."

He sincerely doubted they had the stuff needed to make solar powered /anything/, here. Shit. He didn't know what all went into making solar powered shit, but it was a damn sight more involved than she was making it sound. And then things just got wierd.

"What /year/ am I from? What the hell kind of question is that?" He wanted to know. Maybe she /was/ crazy after all.

sweetredfruit
2009-04-25 06:10 pm UTC (link)

"Well," it really did not need to be considered. "No. There are all sorts of odd things happening here. People tied up and left for wolves, strange noises in the woods, things that appear in the stores when no one is looking..." She shook her head, "People disappearing and reappearing."

His explanation made sense, but still, "Solar powered water heaters can be done in a jiffy, you'll see." Kaylee had fixed her first solar powered generator at the age of four, building a simple one from scratch should not be hard at all.

"Oh, people here are from all over. Time, places, very few are from the same spots." She nodded once, "It's a good question to ask."

clawed_one
2009-04-25 06:21 pm UTC (link)

Oh joy and rapture. NOT. Logan snarled "Fuck" mostly under his breath, giving his head a shake.

And that sick sensation was back in the pit of his stomach. On the one hand, it'd be easy to dismiss Kaylee's claims as the natterings of someone who'd clearly lost their marbles. On the other hand ... Sid hadn't known what the fuck a mutant was ... and unless you lived under a rock, you knew at least the word, and usually more than that.

Or, well, you did if you were from where Logan was from. Shit. Fuck. This was ... bad. Really, really, REALLY bad. As in, made the fuckers that worked him over the first time look like chump change. Fuuuuuuuck.

"Wierd fucking thing to have to ask, but ... 2000." Logan finally said, glaring around at the place.

sweetredfruit
2009-04-25 06:30 pm UTC (link)

And River was missing. Kaylee had not seen her all day, and while that was not that long of a day so far, it was too long. Too long in this place. "Hey, you haven't seen a thin girl, a couple years younger than me? Long brown hair, might've been dancin' or talkin' ta trees?" Please have seen River. Concern tinted her usually cheerful expression, long enough to await the answer.

If he hadn't, it did not necessarily mean anything bad. She could have just been somewhere else entirely.

"Oh, I met someone from around there. Most seem to be from around that time, River and I were, are, the furthest out I think." Watching him look around as if he could set fire to the place with his mind and was planning on it, Kaylee tilted her head with a quick raising of her shoulders. "From 2517 myself."

clawed_one
2009-04-25 06:34 pm UTC (link)

"Sorry. I only just got here 'bout an hour or so ago myself. Only person I've seen other'n you is a scrawny kid ... a boy." He clarified, then blinked. "Fuck. No wonder you think you can just snap your fucking fingers and make a solar powered water heater. Got news for you, doll ... that sort of shit? Ain't readily available in the early 21st century, and for damn fucking sure ain't gonna be easily available /here/."

sweetredfruit
2009-04-26 02:06 am UTC (link)

"Oh," Kaylee was surprised to find that he was new. Although that did say a lot about the fact that more people were still coming in. "I've been here for...four days?"

Completely oblivious to his cynicism, as well as the fact that he believed that she could not find what she needed. As was her way, Kaylee simply shook her head. "I've looked over a few manuals of your Ancient technology, and most of it can be adaptable with a few tweaks here and there." Several books on engines and technology had at least given her clues on what she could adapt, and what she had not.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asked suddenly.

	clawed_one 2009-04-26 02:11 am UTC (link)
	"Ancient? Well, I guess it would be, to you ... but doll, what the /hell/ are you going to adapt it /with/?" Logan wanted to know, mentally shaking his head at the girl's naievete. "Depends whatcha need, doll, but I can give it a try." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sweetredfruit
2009-04-26 01:21 pm UTC (link)

"Well, these rides, ya see," she bent over to point underneath the machinery of the one she had just been beneath. "They have most of the pieces I need. I just need a container ta hold the water, and some reflective material ta catch the sunlight. Oh, and some wiring that's not corroded, these have been outside for too long."

Kaylee was already moving to get back beneath the machine, which thankfully was held up off the ground nearly all the way around for easy access. "There's a piece I need, but it's stuck," using the rock in her hand, she attempted to press against the gear that was holding it in place. "And I can't," she gave a quiet grunt as she continued trying to dislodge it. "Get. It. Out."

fromgallifrey
2009-04-26 03:39 pm UTC (link)

Having been pointed in the right direction by George the Doctor arrived at the carnival with arm loads of scrapped bits and pieces. There were copper coils and wires and metal bits that clanged a bit as he walked along. He would have been singing but he was currently rather focused on keeping everything in his arms. He hadn't yet dropped anything since he'd left George and he intended to keep it that way.

"Hello?" He called, hearing a pair of voices not too far ahead. The Carnival, it appeared would be a popular place.

clawed_one
2009-04-26 04:48 pm UTC (link)

Logan shook his head and rolled his eyes, but what the hell. "Lemme take a look. I can probably get it loose." He said. Before Kaylee could reply or get out of the way, another voice made itself known. Logan turned in that direction, glowering until he spotted the slightly geeky looking guy with an armload of shit. "This place is just full of overly optimistic dreamers, ain't it?" He grumbled under his breath, then snorted.

"Bit more to your left." He called, then. "Who the hell are you?"

sweetredfruit
2009-04-26 05:59 pm UTC (link)

Really, he could have climbed under there with her, Kaylee would not have minded. Not at all. He was very shiny, and tasty looking. Nearly a year without anything even resembling even over the shirt action.

It was a shame that he was covered in so many layers, even with her good eye for the shapes of things (not to mention her quite fantasy driven imagination), she could barely tell that he had a great body hidden away. Why bother hiding it? It really was not fair to wave hidden shiny in her face when she was supposed to be putting together something for the good of all.

Kaylee's sudden trip down imagining him losing clothing piece by piece was interrupted by a new voice. Pulling her back into reality and back out from beneath the machine.

"Oh!" She exclaimed happily, "Are you the Doctor?"

fromgallifrey
2009-04-26 06:19 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor actually sort of bounced a little - he wasn't so used to people knowing his name before he met them.

"That's me, I'm the Doctor," he said with a grin. He'd ignore the pushiness of the man and just sort of grin a moment before setting down all of his thrift shop finds.

"I could use any bits of belts you're not planning to use," he remarked with a smile.

clawed_one
2009-04-26 06:47 pm UTC (link)

Logan couldn't quite help but snort in amusement. Kaylee was ... well, about as obvious as a neon sign in the dead of night. At least to him. He cocked an eyebrow as the bouncy geek confirmed his identity, and his expression went slightly sour. Eugh. This guy was worse than /Cyke/. Which was saying a lot.

With a shrug, he pulled off his overshirts and got down on Kaylee's level with a not-quite-hidden smirk, reaching into get at whatever it was she had been after and giving it a solid whack. He skinned his knuckles, but the thing came loose ... and with any luck, Kaylee'd be to bedazzled and drooly to notice the few drops of blood that escaped before the scrapes closed over.

sweetredfruit
2009-04-26 08:12 pm UTC (link)

"Ooh, you brought wiring? You could just be my hero." Just what she needed if he had enough to spare for her own project. Naturally she would help any way she could with his, as well. "'Course, there should be some things here that'll help you help us stop being so humped."

Time to ogle Logan some more.

Really, she could not help it! Kaylee would freely admit to a bit of floozy-like behavior, but she had had a long, long drought when it came to hot boys/men and getting her breathing and heart rate up.

It was really cruel to put rippling muscles up close and personal, only covered by a single layer of cloth now. Him stripping each shirt off was now going in her permanent memory bank, to be played and replayed in slow motion. All, broad shoulders and...arms. Guh.

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