Mass Logs [Closed to the following in the cuts]

[vaudevil]

Date & Time:Jan 7. Jan 9, Jan 10, Jan 11
Location: (in order) The City Black Market District, Hold Training area, Lee's Workshop, Lee's Workshop
Characters: Collette, Margulis, Ghost, Billy Cranston, Taicea and Lee
Summary: All this week Lee has been booked pretty solid with people he's either just met, or people that are curious about his work. One of them is a date. Threads will be separated for organization.
Warnings: It's a semi-open log, but if any of the threads start to go in a direction that needs some privacy, they may be moved to a musebox for comfort.

Jan 7 Monday (Market Place)
Lee had agreed to meet Collette at the appointed time even though he didn't know her name. His geosynchronous watch was never wrong. 4:05 exactly on the dot, he waited patiently for her to arrive. She had his picture, and he had nothing to go on other than he knew that she was a Transport and nothing more. Blind dates were exciting but at the same time the possibility of being stood up were much higher. Even if nothing came of it, it didn't matter. He would still buy the chocolate.

Jan 9 Wednesday (Hold Training Center)
Lee was in a funk from his break-up with Leliana and his date with Collette left him with mixed feelings if it would work at all. His flirtatious banter with Blaine and a few others left him wondering if he was ever going to find happiness on a personal level in this place. The scientist-spy started in on his stretches that were a lot more advanced that resembled more a gymnast than a martial artist. It was something he's done many times throughout his life. Tumbles, flips and passes on the mat helped him keep his focus. He stood at the corner of the training mat and took in a deep breath before he made another pass. Little did he know that Margulis had been watching him. The two still awaited for their orders on their mission and both men were feeling antsy.

Jan 10 Thursday (Lee's Workshop)
With the discovery of Ghost's helmet being smashed and his cannon almost complete for a formal test, which still needed a lot of work, he couldn't let his friend be without the one thing that she needed most in this place. Lee had his own purpose but the way he chose to remain hidden was just the opposite. He knew how to obfuscate. If he didn't want something discovered, he wouldn't mention it nor tell anyone about it. The cannon was now out. He made a promise and he was going to keep it.

Jan 11 Friday (Lee's Workshop)
Taicea wanted to see the cannon, Billy was going to help him refine it. The vortex cannon was being tooled and scrutinized by now two very keen minds with the third being curious with her eagerness to learn everything she can. It was a good day for Lee. Not to mention, the serum he made for Billy was going into the right hands in case he has a relapse. That was a secret he never wanted revealed. Plans were laid out along with notes, mathematical formulas, and several pages of miss trials that he kept tight watch over. Lee knew that it would take more than just himself to make it work into perfection. With the fabricated tool in his hand, he tightened up the bolts that held the gas lines in place while he waited for his guests to arrive.

Comments

[vaudevil]

"Very slowly, yes. As strange as it may be, it's going to take it's toll on me sooner or later. Heihachi has been trying to get his hands on the formula for years to rejuvenate himself after he discovered that it was the same thing that was used to revive his own son. I can't stop him if I'm too feeble to fight back.

You see, the Mishima family, the family I was adopted into, were to find a way to stop the Devil Gene without resorting to violence, then my purpose would be over and I would retire. I had hoped to retire years ago and I did from fighting. The Mishimas put on these tournaments as front to bring them together to kill each other. And now with Heihachi's father back from the grave, it's Hell on Earth." He sighed and rubbed his temples. "It gives me a headache thinking about that chaos."

"I didn't mention Kazuya's son, Jin. He's a good kid deep down but he's just as messed up as the rest of the family and by proxy, I was brought down by their reputation." That was something that Lee didn't like most.

[ghostling]

"I take it back, it ain' a li'l weird, it's incredibly weird." She raised a hand to rub the side of her head before shaking it. "How're you not insane?"

[vaudevil]

Lee gave a hearty laugh for the first time in a long while. "I wonder that myself. Lars, my adoptive half-brother and Heihachi's illegitimate son, had asked me the same thing. Basically, I stayed out of the family drama and kept my place on the outside where I really am better off. Just because I know about it doesn't mean I have to be in it."

He did have his moments but he kept those to a minimum.

[ghostling]

"Makes sense."

Ghost bobbed a bit in the air. She couldn't think of any other questions at the moment so it was up to Lee to go on with anything else if he had it. If not...well, she'd answer questions if he asked them. It was only fair.

[vaudevil]

"Enough about the drama." He shifted his attention to his work again. "Have you ever flown a kite just for fun?" It was one of his hobbies that he loved to do at the beach. Sport kites weren't easy to fly but he loved them.

[ghostling]

Ghost gave a nod, "When I was li'l. It was only a few times though."

[vaudevil]

"How about when the weather becomes nicer, we give it another try. It won't be like the one that I had that day on the roof. That one was too big and heavy to fly for recreation. I'll show you how to build a good one and we'll make a day of it. Just us, with a picnic lunch and kites." He picked up his pen and took some notes before he continued back to taking apart the mask.

"It'll be fun."

[ghostling]

Ghost felt her face heat up again. He just so casually suggested something that sounded a lot like a date. Part of her wanted to reject it just on that idea alone. "...Maybe. I don' really have the dexterity for building things, let along flyin' a kite."

[vaudevil]

"How about you tell me what colors you want and I'll build it for you." There was no way he would leave her out of the fun if he could help it. It was his way to help her regain herself in small steps.

"Ah, I never learned your real name. Mine is Li Xiaolan. My mother thought it was cute to call me Little Dragon."

(pronounced Zhiaoulan)

[ghostling]

"It...doesn't matter." Although the amount of light blue she often wears might indicate it being her favourite colour. But that would be difficult to see as a kite.

When he asks for her real name she sits silently, trying to decide between telling him the false name she's been giving everyone, which is her birth mother's name, or her actual name. Eventually she speaks, although softly, "Dalila. Dalila Galloway."

[vaudevil]

Lee's head tilted to the side curiously. "Dalila. That's a pretty name."

He picked up the housing pieces of the helmet and the mask to begin making the wax molds. Now that the wax was hot enough, he poured enough on the bottom of the bin and gently placed the parts inside before pouring the rest in to completely cover the parts. Any shifting would ruin the molds.

"It'll be a few hours."

[ghostling]

"I've um...been tellin' e'eryone my name is Ciara Alexander though." At least, everyone that had seen her face.

"Oh." She shifted, dropping to her feet with a stretch. There was no way she could just float there for a few more hours.

[vaudevil]

He placed the bucket that he used to heat the wax back on the burner and turned off the valve to conserve what little he had in the tank. The smelter constantly stayed running and the heat radiated from the second room.

"It has to set and cool naturally. If I put it in a cold space, the wax would become too brittle and it would ruin the mold." It was a tedious process but necessary.

"About your name," he said as he straightened his back, "I'll make sure not to give that away. Face to face is a different matter." He smiled.

[ghostling]

"I think I remeber Techno cussin' up a storm when one of her mold was was cooled too fast."

She looked over at him as he smiled then quickly ducked her head. "Thanks..." Mentally she was cursing herself for getting worked up over him. That she was falling for her charms and it wouldn't end well and that she should just stop it now.

[vaudevil]

Lee turned to give her some space and to check on a few readings on his gauges for his storage tanks. He writes down the pressure readings of each one in a chart.

"Well, it's not worth really cursing over but it is frustrating because then the whole process has to start all over again and I don't feel like chipping wax away from the plastic. Paraffin is too soft, bee's wax is too brittle and carnauba wax is much too hard. It's finding the right combination that works. There are others but these are natural and easy to obtain."

[ghostling]

"This was after several times. Then again Techno has ne'er been too patient." Not to mention the girl had a temper. She often got fed up with Ghost accidentally draining things.

She stretched again before making her back over to the workbench where she'd left the water from much earlier. She took a few good sized gulps of it before letting out a sigh. "So um...how's that cannon comin'?"

[vaudevil]

"Oh?" Lee looked over his shoulder at Ghost before he addressed the question. "Oh, you mean Big Bertha. Well, it's coming along albeit slowly. There are some configurations that need attention and the air to gas ratio need adjusting but other than that, it's pretty sound. The test run did show some signs but nothing substantial enough to be called conclusive just yet."

Lee still had a lot of work to do with it but he was certainly glad to answer the question. "Uh, in other words, I still have a lot of work to do." He gave a small grin. He wasn't giving up, but there were times he was more than just a little frustrated with it.

[ghostling]

"Yeah." She nodded before taking another gulp of water.

His long explanation simply received a stare, the shorter one got another nod. "Oh. If I thought I'd be any help I'd offer...y'know, in return for the helmet."

[vaudevil]

Lee moved from the gauges and walked toward Ghost. He stopped about two steps away.

"You don't have to. It broke when you were in battle and I don't know of too many people that would go out of their way to help anyone else without a hefty price tag or some service in favor." He stepped behind Ghost and toward the parts that were laid out to begin putting them away.

"I've gotten accustomed to a strange system of order that your company is enough help for me. It keeps me from talking to myself." He smiled as he sorted out the parts in a crouch.

[ghostling]

Ghost settled in her original spot on the workbench and raised a brow at him. "Is talkin' to y'self that big of a problem? An' it ain' no trouble helpin' wi' something. Jus' I dunno much 'bout building anythin' or any of that stuff."

[vaudevil]

"Not really. I guess it comes from working alone so much that I don't ask for help that often. If you want to really help, you could start by handing me the bins. Let's see, I'll need a yellow, blue and green one. Green is for circuits, blue is for tubes and yellow are for parts that are miscellaneous. Leave the red ones for now. The parts are already tagged with the representing colors so they'll be easy to find and place in the bins." He really wasn't pressed for time, but the extra help was handy.

[ghostling]

Ghost tugged her gloves off and set them with her pack. As she made her way over to the bins she pushed her sleeves up. She carried two bins over then went to retrieve the third. "'Least you're organized."

[vaudevil]

"It's a simple system for now until I can obtain a better space to work with that isn't condemned. I'm still shopping." He smiled as he took a seat Indian style to begin his sorting.

"It took me a month just to find parts that I thought I could use. Some of them will probably end up recycled."

[ghostling]

"An' then you plan on makin' it complicated?" She raised a brow as she glanced over at him. That was a silly idea.

"Ah." Now that the bins were out she decided she'd help him sort.

[vaudevil]

Lee had to laugh. "No, it's just that sometimes it can become complicated if it's not attended to properly."

As he did his sorting, he wondered about something that had been on his mind for a good part of knowing her. "Do you think you're pretty?"

For Lee, it wasn't just about the aesthetics, it was about the sole. He met some beautiful women before and some of them had ugly personalities.