Apr 18 14:44:33 107 PA - Getting work

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Tue Apr 18 14:44:33 107 PA.

The weather is much better for a change, though it's still chilly. Jack is out in the field washing dirt off of one of the bug-smashers. "Mah boomerang won't come back ... mah boomerang won't come back -" he closes the hose off and lets it drop to the ground then dusts his hands off.

Galvin is walking around enjoying some of his rare time not working. He is looking around enjoying the brisk spring weather as he walks over to where Jack is working on the bug-smasher. "Hey Jack." He says while raising his soda out and gesturing in greeting to Jack.

"Hey mate" Jack replies, moving around the plane so it isn't between them. "How's it going?" he asks, wringing his hands out a bit. "A nice day ain't it? For a change at least ... no work today?"

Galvin gives Jack a quick smile as he nods his head to the other man. "Indeed it is a nice spring day. I hope we have more of them. I thought it would be warmer further south, but maybe it has just been a cold winter." He says with a quick shrug of his shoulders. "Well just on a break. Inbetween all my work and projects have to take some time off from time to time."

"Hmm, we were close to a desert were I lived" Jack muses, and raises a hand. "That's what's missin'" he turns around and heads off to a small bag, leaning over to take a can of beer out and open it. "Ahh ... what do you do for a break? Just walk around?"

Galvin walks closer to the bugsmasher and leans against it. "Yah well I don't walk enough so I come bother you or walk around to get some exercise. I mean I'm working 12 hour days pretty much." He says with a laugh and a quick shrug. Galvin and Jack are chatting in front of a propeller driven plan as they enjoy the brisk spring day.

The bug-smasher starts to roll a little to side - these things are pretty light, and the wheels pretty rolly. It isn't going to go anywhere, but it will go around its center of gravity. Jack lifts a hand, "Er -" he says, cocking his brows up. "Careful. Yeah eh? Maybe I should take you up some day, if you think you can handle it."

Bailey walks along the pathway near the tarmac, heading towards the stables for her daily sessions with her young warhorse that she's training. Glancing to the side, she spies a familiar looking plane and a pair of familiar looking fellows chatting beside it. She veers off and begins approaching the pilot and the technician. "Hello, boys," she says in greeting, glancing between the two, though she gives Galvin a predatory look as she wets her lips. "Going for a flight?" she asks.

Galvin laughs softly as he shakes his head. "I think I can handle it. When I'm in a vehicle it is a little different then when most people are in one. So I think it will work out." He takes a sip of his soda as he moves back from leaning on the airplane. Turning his head at the greeting he smiles nervously at Bailey. "Uh just talking." He says as he takes an unconcious step back.

Jack hmhs, "I'm not sure what you mean, but alright - you know, your body does things, never mind fear and stuff - but again, that isn't for everyone" he comments, waving a hand and taking a sip from the beer - he then blinks at Galvin's reaction, and looks to Bailey, flashing a brief smile. "Hey there lass, how are you today? Was the last ride fun, or will you be skipping such things in the future?"

Bailey's gaze lingers upon the shrinking Galvin for a moment or two before she pulls it away to look at Jack, giving him a friendly smile. "Oh, I think I'd enjoy going for another ride sometime," she says. "It was quite exciting when we got hit by the wind and dropped two hundred feet in the blink of an eye." Her eyes drift to the pilot's beer and she gives him a questioning look, "Getting off to an early start today?"

Galvin adjusts his glasses as a nervous action. He avoids looking at Bailey as he tugs and adjusts his overalls. "I'm sure it is some interesting adventure flying like that." He says offhandedly as he looks up to look at Bailey.

"It was just two" Jack chuckles, "Well, we could get a four seater and ... " he rolls the beer can a little, and takes another sip from it. "Oh, this is nothin'. Just don't drink before aerobatics" he laughs, and looks over at Galvin, "What's wrong?" he asks.

Bailey smirks at the pilot's bravado and she follows his look over to Galivn, "What's wrong, Galvin?" she asks, repeating Jack's question, an amused look upon her face as she rests her hands at her hips.

Galvin shakes his head as he adjusts his glasses, pushing them higher up on his nose. "Uh no nothing is wrong." He says with obvious nervousness as his eyes dart occasionally to Bailey.

"Uh ... " Jack takes a step towards Galvin and holds out the beer can to him. "It's weak, but I think you need it more than I" he says, waiting for Galving to take the can from him - he glances to Bailey also, "If you'd like one, there's one in the cooler over there" he motions to the small pack beside the plane.

Bailey sniffs at Galvin's response and leans towards Jack, "I don't think Galvin cares too much for my kind," she says, glancing back to the cooler, "I think I'm good though. Thanks anyways," she says before turning towards the small little craft. "So has the school been busy? I can hear the jets going out in the morning, but I don't see these guys in the air so often."

Galvin takes the beer from Jack and downs it all pretty quickly. He licks his lips quickly, nervously after finishing off the beer. "Uh just make me a bit nervous is all." He says with a slightly weak smile. "Just too many years being in the Burbs and having to avoid Stalkers."

"Hehehe, I see" he looks between those two, and then to Galvin, "I don't think she'll bite you unless you ask" Jack teases, and looks to Bailey. "The weather is getting better, so people are starting to show up. It's a small place though, so ... " he smiles, "Those are cargo planes, they're just on their regular runs. Students for jets is ... rare."

Bailey inclines her head at Galvin's statement, "See? I told you. All of us with one broad stroke," she's teasing him now, and glances over to Jack, a smile playing on her lips for a moment as she listens to him explain. "So I wonder," She says, dredging a memory from her journey south. "Are the skies very busy? I'm sure there are plenty of menaces that threaten a cargo shipment. While I was going through Missouri, there was a tale of a great horned dragon. A green and yello thing who would prey on anything in it's sky."

Galvin looks at Jack and shrugs his shoulders quickly. "Well when you are a mouse it is hard not to be nervous around cats." He says as he glances at Bailey. "And she seems to enjoy my reaction anyhow." He says with a slight frown before tilting his head and listening to the story of the dragon.

Jack chuckles, seeming amused by the Bailey-Galvin thing, nodding his head as he listens. Then to answer the question, "They can't fly as fast as a jet, nor as high. It's pretty cold at thirty some thousand feet, and also you can't breathe. That's why in these things we only go up to maybe eight thousand feet. No life support system" he pats the bugsmasher. "A dragon could catch up to this thing, but anything more powerful - something that'll go say three hundred knots, no. So that covers the turboprop cargo planes, too. They could lay an ambush I suppose, if you want to make it easy for them to do so ... "

"Well you can't blame me," Bailey says to Galvin. "You strung me along like that, saying you'd call, and then weeks later and nothing?" She shakes her head and tsks disapprovingly. "How could I not enjoy watching you squirm?" She asks, then listens to Jack and she nods her head, "So there's a ceiling to how high a dragon can fly?" she asks, curious about the subject. "Are there no creatures then that can fly so high as a jet?"

Galvin eyes Bailey for a moment before he pushes his glasses a little higher up on his nose. "You just gave me your card. I didn't say one way or another." He protests as he frowns slightly.

"Hm?" Jack's brows hike up a little at this turn in conversation, the he answers once more, "I think there is, they need to breathe after all. As for creatures catching a jet, I haven't seen one yet, but given this world we live in now, I figure that's rare rather than impossible."

Bailey nods as she listens to Jack, "Mm, sounds like a safe way to travel, if a bit expensive," she thinks aloud, chuckling at Galvin;s protests. "And now he's going to say that it's my fault he was hunted in the burbs," she laughs, drawing a breath of the crips air. For all either of them know, it really was her hunting him in the burbs.

Galvin shakes his head slightly as he moves back closer to the plane. "I did't say anything like that." He says with a slight frown. "I don't blame individuals for what groups dom but your people have to feed after all." He says with a slightly nervous voice.

"I think it is - it is also fast" Jack shrugs his shoulders slightly, "I, of course, am biased" he winks. "Alright, alright ... so why don't I bring a four seater around, maybe we'll go around town a bit, eh?" he comments, spreading his hands a little. "Sheesh, I can't believe you got a phone number and you didn't call ... I mean, all I got was some insane girl on my office floor wanting me to pay for all her stuff."

Bailey's nods her head, but at Jack's latest revelation, she laughs, clearly amused by the story. "okay, this I've got to hear!" she says, her smile spreading, "Give me every gory detail."

Galvin laughs softly as he shakes his head. "Oh and would you call a girl that constantly looks at you as the next meal?" He says with a slight grin as he seems to relax a little bit. "Indeed I would like to hear this as well." He says with a slight nod of his head.

"When you put this way mate, I think I would, but I suppose that is because I have a dirty mind, har" Jack chuckles, and nods. "Oh yeah - get this, so it was one of those days where it started rain like it was Noah's age, right?" he nods again. "I am closing the hangar, and this girl runs in, all perky and wet, and starts asking me if I own the planes and whatnot. After a bit of this, I decide I shouldn't send her home in that weather, so I let her use the shower and dry off at the office. She makes some comments about her dead ... boyfriend I suppose, and then she goes into the shower. After she comes out, she asks if I have a place, and how much I make, and if I could support her. She even went and changed in front of me."

Bailey listens, boggled at the audacity of the person in the story. "Mmm, I think my approach is all wrong, then," she decides, tapping her chin contemplatively. "So, Jack. How much /do/ you make? Want to support a struggling mercenary?" she asks, before clarifying, "But I'm not going to change in front of you, so don't get your hopes up."

Galvin raises an eyebrow and asks curiously. "Huh who is Noah?" He asks softly not loud enough to interrupt the story though. "Uh that is far more interesting then any of my stories. I don't see women change in front of me." He says with a laugh and a shake of his head.

"That's because you never call them back," Bailey says to Galvin with a wink.

Jack hehs, "If you ain't willing, why would I be?" he says, and goes for another can of beer, tuning his head to look at them. "Maybe I should put you two alone in the four seater and see what happens, eh?" he teases, looking at the can in his hand next, and then putting it back down. "Hmmm ... "

"That's fine," Bailey says to Jack. "So, you said you maintain aircraft, do you tinker with weapons and armour as well? I went on a little trip during the week and got dinged up a might bit. I could use some TLC on my gear." She gives Galvin a brief glance before waiting for Jack's answer.

Galvin shakes his head and rolls his head slightly as she laughs slightly. "Yah I don't thank will happen." He says in response to Jack's teasing. He perks up a little at Bailey's question and adjusts his glasses again while waiting for Jack to answer before he interjects.

"Um ... " Jacks turns to look at them both again, "I don't think that's in my repertoire. I'm more of a driving guy, and I can do maintenance on these things ... right, so" he motions to Galvin, "Galvin is the one to see about that sort of thing. I think if I tried it I'd just make it worse and well, the money ain't worth seein' you hurt lass."

"Ahh," Bailey nods her head, "But would Galvin accept work from the 'cat who's hunting him?'" She muses, another smile playing over her lips as she thinks about it, studying Galvin for the moment.

Galvin shugs his shoulders slightly as he licks his lips quickly. "Uh sure. I can do that sort of work." He mentions as he takes out his computer from a pocket. "What model gun is it? I can likely fix it up new." He says as he becomes more interested in the work.

Jack looks from Bailey to Galvin and then back to Bailey with a chuckles, "There you go" he says, "On the other hand, if you need some TLC lass, that might be in my repertoire" he teases, and puts his hands together, half- turning towards the plane since it looks like business is about to take place.

"It's a CP-40," Bailey says. "Never been fired and only dropped once," she adds with a coy smile, exaggerating the history of the weapon. "I'd like to get it into condition that I could sell it and not get totally screwed on it." She gives Jack an amused glance, looking him up and down before adding to Galvin. "And my body armour took a licking. Bastard slashed me with a saber before we gave him what for."

Galvin nods his head slightly as he takes some notes down on his handheld computer. "Hmmm oh if it is a Coalition design shouldn't be a problem. Most of those are pretty straight forward. I can see what I can do, but I will have to wait to give you an estimate on it." He looks back at his computer before nodding again. "Sure the armor repair price is pretty consistant. I can get to work on all that." He speaks in a buisness like voice as he takes notes.

Jack just gives Bailey a wink, and then he moves towards the bugsmasher some more, to peek at something in the cockpit. "I hear peeps are satisfied with Galvin's work, so it should be a good deal" he comments, reaching to move the stick around and look back at the control surfaces as they move as well.

Bailey smiles and adjusts her jacket. "Sounds good then. I'll go take Beautiful for his walk and then talk to the boys at the gate to get a work ticket for you." She begins to step away, "Keep in touch, hey?" she says, her tone still in jest before she turns and begins to head away to the stables.

Galvin nods his head towards Bailey as he finishes up some notes and turns back to Jack. "Well I haven't had any complaints so far and I guess that is better then most." He says with a slight smile and a shrug. "So need any help with the plane?"

"Oh, I just needed to keep my hands busy" Jack replies, "This one's fine. They don't require that much you know, that's the beauty of these little things - they're simple" he explains. "Maybe with some other things, at some point though, eh? Perhaps something that'll get you to flex your mechanic's muscle while at it."

Galvin laughs softly and shakes his head slightly well grinning. "Well I'll be happy to look at anything. I always like looking at new designs and new ideas. I would love to look at a proper jet fighter. I am sure they are pretty complicated are exellent designs. I'll be glad when I'm finished with this second job. I'll have a lot more free time."

"You must be making money hand over fist, dude" Jack replies, blinking his eyes. "At least so I hear - fix-it men make plenty of dough. Not that it's any of my business" he adds. "So, seriously, chicks who get naked in front of you while asking for support? Trouble." Galvin keeps laughing as he shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. "Well I have a rifle that I've been trying to sell. That was payment for this job, but it apparently is going to be hard to sell." He says with a slight laugh. "Well if girls start stripping while asking me to repair armor then I will be concerned."

Jack mms, nodding. "That's true, actually, and now she's trying to sell hers also" he comments, and laughs, "It means they want the repair for free. I think there are places where you can get a cheaper looksee, isn't that so mate?" he waves a hand, nodding his head. "Want another beer? Your head okay?"

"Well if I could ever drag you away from these buildings then yes I could show you some fancy and interesting places. But you see to be wed here." Galvin says with a quick shrug of his shoulders. "Sure I could use another one. Good to enjoy the day. That and not like I charge as much as most people."

"Oh yeah? Name one" Jack leans in to pick up another can, and after a moment he tosses it towards Galvin. "Here you go. This one is smooth, should be nice" he comments, "Yeah, I guess I'm a bit stuck here. Not a huge deal I suppose."

"The Ivory Lady for one?" Galvin says with a laugh and a shake of his head as he catches the beer can tossed to him. Opening it up he takes a quick sip of the beer. "Thanks Jack. Mmmm you are right good stuff. Well you are the one bitching about women, so figures we could get you one."

"Hah" Jack picks up another cans and opens it. "What, guys talk about other stuff?" he asks, "How'd your backyard deck project go this weekend? Oh, ain't quite done yet, some skelebot waltszed all over it and scuffed the paint" ... "but neither of us has a deck, so."

"See you avoid the question. Can't get you away from here at all." Galvin says with another laugh. "Yah yah well what project are you working on besidesz work? You have to have some time off and a personal life Jack."

"You mean the Ivory Lady? Yeah, why not eh?" Jack replies, "Actually I didn't mean to avoid it, I guess I just go off the end of the conversation first. Weird, eh?" he shrugs. "Heh - you know, that's easy to say. What are you doin' for one?"

"Well I have a crazy Stalker uh stalking me so I guess that counts as a personal life. Right?" Galvin says with a grin as he takes a step back nodding towards the city gates, trying to lure Jack away.

"That is so bullshit, mate. Isn't she coming back to get her stuff arranged with you?" Jack asks, pushing the canopy down and locking it before starting to follow. "Besides, that's stalking, not a personal life ... right?"