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Who: Will and YOU
What:Apartment hunting and meeting/re-meeting(?) folks, hopefully.
Where: He's running all over the city and also works out a Tinker's Lot, so feel free to pick wherever.
When: Givdi/Thursday, all day.
Notes: Heyyyy, giving this a try. :|b I never have anything interesting to put in this field.
Warnings: None!

Scheduling at Tinker's Lot can be a bit tricky - there's always someone testing something, but it's hard to tell how long any particular trial is going to last. Out of the several things Will's been hired to try in the last few days, only one or two have been anything approaching successful - but it means he usually has some downtime between jobs, at least. It also means that, since he only had a couple scheduled runs this morning, he's free to spend the rest of the day looking around for a place to live once it's time to leave the Inn at the end of the week. He's not exactly sure what his budget's going to be, then, but he's got enough of an idea to ride the train around town and look at what's available.

He's still a little bit sore, but his body is readjusting as quickly as can be expected to an entirely new set of exertions and conditions, so taking a long walk (even if half of it is spent crammed into a train compartment) is probably good for him.

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“Nah,” Will says. He's already acclimated enough to be a little blasé, but he doesn't want to be insensitive. Explosions are pretty scary, if you're not used to or not expecting them. “Someone just got overly ambitious with whatever they were making.” That would be pretty much everyone out here, really. “I'm Will,” he adds, offering her a hand to shake.

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"Maybe they should make it at home and blow themselves up instead of innocent people." All she wanted was some scrap metal to tinker and make something with. She didn't want her own body to become scrap parts.

"I'm Angela," she says accepting his hand and only now looking at his face. "And you're cute." Simmer down, girl. You already have something simmering on the stove.

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“Thank you,” Will says, laughing. “You're pretty cute yourself.” This is not his first time flirting in dangerous situations. There are worse things. The sirens start winding down before he finishes the last word, though, and he pauses, listening thoughtfully. “Give it another minute,” he says, just to be safe. They were close enough to whatever triggered it that aftershocks might affect them. “Should be fine after that.”

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"So no more risk of being blown to smithereens?" No, there is always that risk in Tinker's Lot, but at least there's a risk of being blown to smithereens with a nice face?

Just when things are starting to settle, there's another explosion and the siren winds itself right up again. Angela sighs and then points to Will's hard hat. "Where can I get one of those?"

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“There's are some you can borrow up at the front desk,” Will says, though desk is probably a misnomer. It's mostly a rickety shack with lockers and a lazy attendant who is supposed to keep track of who's where on what day, but it's really a matter of whether or not anyone tells him anything. There are always extra hardhats up there, though. “They don't look like this – this is mine from home, “he taps on the helmet absently - “but they should have something that fits you.” They do have to account for a variety of headshapes, after all.

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"But I want that one," Angela retorts, jabbing a finger in the general direction of Will's head with a smile. No, she doesn't, really, but they have to make conversation about sometimes until they won't get blown up anymore. "I think you should give me yours and go get one from the front desk."

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Will laughs. “You can wear it for now, if you want,” he says, pulling it off his head and detaching the tether. If it'll make Angela feel better until things stop exploding for long enough to get up to the front and get her one, he doesn't mind. “It shouldn't even sweaty,” he says, holding it out to her. He's teasing – it's not sweaty at all, because the entire suit is designed to dry super quickly.

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Giving it a playful sniff, Angela plops it on her head where it doesn't fit quite as snugly as it should. "At least it doesn't smell like boy."

Not that she has a problem with boys smelling like boys. Then again, Angela has no problem with boys at all. History says so.

"You do construction at home?" she asks with her head fully secure and the hat slipping down into her eyes. She looks more like a little kid playing dressup than a grown woman.

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Will reaches over to prop up the visor more securely. The helmet is definitely too big for her, but he doesn't want the plexiglass sealing it off and bringing up a bunch of confusing readouts. “It looks good on you,” he says, grinning. “And no. I'm a pilot.” That sounds better than soldier, at least.

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"This doesn't look like an Air Force helmet," she says with a laugh, knocking on her head. "Unless you fly planes in space around aliens because if you do, I know a guy who would love to speak to you."

She is completely joking. She doesn't think Will does this nor would she release Hodgins on anybody who does work in space.

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“Sort-of Air Force, planes: no, space: yes, aliens: no,” Will says, grinning. He's starting to enjoy how surprised people are by it. He can't imagine that there aren't other people from some sort of space continuity somewhere in Baedal, but he hasn't met any of them yet and, judging by the reactions he's gotten thus far, neither have a sizable chunk of his cohort.

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Angela looks at him for a moment, as if she wants to believe. She's met weirder people who've done weirder things for a living back in the City, but a space pilot isn't one of them.

"Yeah right," she chuckles, thinking his grin is just him joking.

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That's enough to make Will laugh, too; he doesn't think he's had anyone disbelieve him yet. “No, really,” he says. “Giant robots and everything.”

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"Look, you don't need to lie to impress people." She continues laughing, hard enough that the helmet slips down again. "Or at least make it believable."

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Will shakes his head, but he's still grinning. “I can show you pictures,” he offers. He unzips the neck of his flight suit just enough to dig his phone out; he used to only wear it around his neck in combat situations at home, but he's taken to wearing it like that all the time, here, if he doesn't leave it at home. He flicks it on, the holoprojection a neat little square of light in the dim light. He flips through the older pictures quickly, enough to catch glimpses of a fluffy white dog, of curly hair and a warm smile, but he doesn't slow down until he gets to pictures of a half-disassembled mechanoid suit with a couple perplexed fellow rebels clambering around on it. “We didn't have a tech on site,” he says dryly. The tried diagnosing the problem via photos – it hadn't gone very well.

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The cute animal loving part of Angela is tempted to ask him to stop on the dog, but the space photo is so much more interesting. She grabs the phone from his hand(how polite), and continues flicking through the mechanoid pictures with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Are these Photoshopped? I can tell when a picture is Photoshopped, you know." But even now she can tell these pictures are the real deal. He is a space pilot.

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Will isn't exactly sure what photoshopped means, but he can guess. He shakes his head again, laughing at the look on her face, but he can't mind too much. “None of those where you're from, huh?”