Continuation of the Salvage Yard plotline.
Josie decides she has no choice in staying at the Salvage Yard, and when she arrives it seems that the other three have begun working on a project – one that involves building a jet and protecting Megakat City. Josie doesn’t seem too thrilled with the idea but won’t say anything.
<Josie_Lyons> 4 RPG Go!
* Optimus_Dave is now known as Dave_Santo
<Josie_Lyons> ::she had the day off that day, or maybe just went off somewhere to blow off some steam. next day coming in. had a long talk with her parents and they not disappointed in her, tell her she needs to do it then she must and not to be so judgemental over the others there::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Then will be pulling parts into the garage that Dave says! Has NO clue about planes so is having to take his word for it. XD::
<Dave_Santo> ::grunts as he pushes the cart into the garage, covered in cleaned and ironed overalls (how he managed to keep them clean while in scrap is beyond me!) wipes his brow:: Miss Forge… Could you help me out here? ::still yet to call anyone by their first name… ::
<Dave_Santo> ::Cart is full of parts::
<Tasha_Forge> of course. ::goes over to help him push the cart wherever he wants it!::
<Josie_Lyons> ::pulls up in her car at the yard again and parks. dressed a bit better for this job XD instead of a skirt ‘n heels is wearing pair of khaki pants, white sleeveless blouse, ‘n black boots. sees them working in garage so walks over there::
<Dave_Santo> ::maw no skirts, pout XDD… stops inside and starts to unlod it all on the the work bench:: Miss Forge unload the 4X9V’s Main missile deployment system and put it over by the computer
<Tasha_Forge> The huh? ::Confused look. has no clue what that is XD::
<Josie_Lyons> Hey… We’ve gotten an assignment already on scrap? ::asks the two when she reaches the garage::
<Dave_Santo> ::big sigh:: The thing that looks like a arm from a big robot scifi film… ::ear twitches at Josie voice:: Pardon?
<Josie_Lyons> What’s with the parts? Are we to organize them and put them in their proper scrap piles?
<Tasha_Forge> OH! Gotcha! ::taking the thing. blinking at Lyons:: Organize? All THIS. Heh….hardly. Dave’s building a jet. ::smirks. setting the thing down::
<Dave_Santo> … ::chuckles nerviously:: Sort of… erm… we’re… ::glups and looks at Tasha:: … thank you Miss Forge ::grits his teeth::
<Josie_Lyons> Building a jet…? ::frowning:: What for?
<Tasha_Forge> ::shrugs:: I hear Dave loves those lil toy jets that you fly around by remote control. Figure we’re here. Why not? ::Grinning. caught Daves lil peeved off look XD::
<Dave_Santo> … For the good of the city ::mumbles:: So we can still use our skills to save kats… ::speaks up:: Not my idea BTW ::glares at Tasha::
<Tasha_Forge> Hey not mine either! ::holding up hands:: I’m not a fly girl. I stay on the ground.
<Josie_Lyons> That doesn’t look like a toy jet. ::suspicious to Tasha, then looks to Dave:: You know what kind of trouble we’d get into for not only using parts that don’t belong to us but trying to stop criminals when that’s not our function anymore?
<Tasha_Forge> Hey they form neighborhood watch groups and citizens can make a citizens arrest. So why not?
<Dave_Santo> Believe I didn’t want to do this either… but it would be a bigger crime to just sit here with all our training and do nothing when someone is in trouble… ::sighs:: Which is why we’ve got to construct a land vechial for Miss Forge here as well
<Tasha_Forge> Let me handle the land vehicle. ::Smirks:: I got that covered. ::Patting a car under a tarp there so isn’t seen what exactly is there::
<Josie_Lyons> You two are serious… aren’t you? ::looking at them like they’re mad XD::
<Dave_Santo> … ::uneasy smile and nods:: Yep… working on the weapon systems now
<Tasha_Forge> So either join up or just…can it. ::Smirks::
<Josie_Lyons> Is Sulfur for this?
<Dave_Santo> Seemed to be ::goes back and starts rumaging through the cart::
<Tasha_Forge> He’s the main one actually. ::will go work on her car a bit while dave is digging::
<Dave_Santo> ::pulls out a chip and starts to cope the master chip he found the other day::
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::sighs:: I’m going to put my stuff in my room. Which one is left for me? ::doesn’t realize will have to room with Tasha XD::
<Dave_Santo> Well there are two rooms and since we didn’t think you’d want to share with a guy ::thumbs tasha::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Grins:: down the hall on the right.
<Dave_Santo> Your in with her
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::groans:: Fine… ::goes to her car, pulls out a couple of suitcases and drags them up the stairs::
<Tasha_Forge> I don’t think she likes me, Davey boy. ::Grinning still. goes back to work::
<Dave_Santo> ::ears the suit cases and runs out to help her XDD:: Let me give you a hand with that Miss Lyons
<Dave_Santo> ::eyes::
<Dave_Santo> ::moans:: My name is Dave or Mr Santo… not Davey boy
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::blinks:: Oh… sure. Thank you. ::lets him take one of them and goes up the rest of the way with the other::
<Dave_Santo> ::leads the way::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Rolls eyes:: <Uptight…>
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::follows behind him:: Ugh this place is absolutely filthy everywhere… I need to do more cleaning.
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::dust is EVIL::
<Dave_Santo> ::and don’t you forget it, tasha XD!::
<Tasha_Forge> ::i’m surrounded!!!!!::
<Josalyn_Lyons> ((LOL!!))
<Dave_Santo> ::nods:: I know… I had to wash these overalls 5 times to get them to a resable level of filth… I’ve seen Viper Lairs cleaner than this
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::chuckles a bit, actually smiles at him. goes in their room:: Least she’s not a slob… ::noting Tasha’s things in there:: Thanks. I’ll be down in a few… Hopefully my overalls are in better shape.
<Tasha_Forge> ::I’m not a slob but I’m not a neat freak like you!::
<Dave_Santo> ::lightly blushing when female’s clothes and shapes are mentioned… small smile:: So I take it you aregoing to join us?
<Josalyn_Lyons> I… don’t know yet, Santo. Give me some time, okay? I won’t report you though… against my better judgement.
<Dave_Santo> ::bows and smiles widens slightly:: Thank you, Miss Lyons…::turns and starts to walk away:: I look forward to having at least one work mate who doesn’t call me “Davey boy” or some other nickname without my permission first
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::smirks:: I won’t be doing such, I assure you. ::goes to shut her door as he goes out in the hall::
<Dave_Santo> ::walks back to the garage… think Tasha should find “the hanger”?::
<Tasha_Forge> ::um…nahhhhh. you guys go ahead as this mun will have to bail soons::
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::sighs and turn to look at the room. goes over to the empty bed and finds a couple of coveralls with her name on the patch. thankfully Burke ‘n Murray never wore these lol so they are new and in good shape.:: Joy… the rest of my life will be spent helping nutjobs build planes to fight crime. Wonder if they’ll wanna wear underwear, tights and a cape while they’re at it. ::changes clothes::
<Dave_Santo> ::goes back down to the work bench and starts tooling away… looks over at the soon to have her mun leave tasha:: … You want to do a shopping run for us, Miss Tasha… last night I only ate the take out because it was a last restort
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::finishes and heads downstairs and back to the garage. has a bandana tied ’round her head to protect her hair and a bucket of cleaning supplies she brought with her lol::
<Tasha_Forge> Sure. Unless you want to send Lyons since she doesn’t seem to like it here…
<Dave_Santo> … ::looks over at Josie… and all that cleaning stuff:: … <Marry me now!>
<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIIES DAVE!::))
<Josalyn_Lyons> Send me where? I’m not going anywhere until this place is in better condition.
<Josalyn_Lyons> ((::dead!::))
<Dave_Santo> I’d rather send the one who called me “Davey boy” ::smirks and folds his arms::
<Tasha_Forge> ::Rolls eyes:: fine fine….::goes to her car and will get in and head to the store to get some foods!::
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::watches her go:: I’ll… be in the breakroom and kitchen areas. The office was cleaned out yesterday, so these are next to be dealt with if we’ll be making dinner and eating in there.
<Dave_Santo> ::thought it’d give you an out ^^:: Next time see to it you use my name…
<Tasha_Forge> ::smirks before she leaves:: Just remember…I don’t take orders from you….daveyboy. ::pulls out!::
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::smirks as she heads for breakroom:: Why does she call you that anyway?
<Dave_Santo> ::mrrs looks back to Josie and gives a small smile:: At last! Someone who understands basic hyigen
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::slight laugh:: Pardon?
<Dave_Santo> Because she knows it annoys me? I do not even try to understand kats like her ::rolls his eyes:: She and that other thug we have to work with saw no problem in eatting their take out “food” off those surfaces yesterday evening
<Tasha_Forge> ((and I”m gonna head out guys. Gotta get some things ready before company gets here. laters guys!))
<Josalyn_Lyons> Didn’t anyone wipe off the table? ::organizing the cleaners on a counter. bleh… can tell Burke ‘n Murray didn’t cook much. what they did it was ages ago. gets out a trashbag and will just throw away the pots and pans and containers that are too gross to mess with::
<Josalyn_Lyons> ((maw night bebbe! See ya later! ::huggles::))
<Tasha_Forge> ((::Hugloafs you both!::))
* Tasha_Forge has quit IRC (Quit: <Bill> Is that LEGAL?! <Pilot> I dunno, but its fun! – Bill Engval)
<Dave_Santo> ((mawww missed her))
<Josalyn_Lyons> ((she knows j00 have teh loafs -g-))
<Dave_Santo> Nope… the sobs saw nothing wrong with it… Guess some ex-cops are pigs afterall::smirks and walks in and offers the uses of the metal ice scraper he found in the tool:: This might be needed to get the worst off
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::laughs:: Well I don’t want to scratch things up but… from what I saw in that fridge, you might need to use it in there. Here, I’ll get everything out of there and toss it first. I don’t trust anything in that. ::opens the fridge with one of her gloved hands XD sleeves are rolled up and she’s wearing yellow rubber cleaning gloves. -g- opens it up and starts throwing things away:: Let me know ifyou’ve something in there, or they do, that’s new.
<Dave_Santo> Not yet… and unless Miss Forge gets the items on my list, I doubt I will till I next go out…
<Dave_Santo> … Want a hand?
<Josalyn_Lyons> Alright. You… mind holding the bag open for me? I can go faster. I have spare gloves in that bucket.
<Dave_Santo> ::goes to grab them quickly XDD happy to be wearing them again… holds the bag open.:: So… erm… hello ::chuckles:: The introductions where a tad…. rushed yesterday, we didn’t get much of a change to say proper greetings
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::smiles a moment:: I apologize for being late. I wasn’t sure where this place was. I assure you I’m more punctual than that. ::tossing items and wiping crumbs in there. some of the shelves may have mysterious goo that hardened in the back from who knows what.::
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::trying not to gag at a couple of things lol::
<Dave_Santo> ::trying to distracted her from the food with his chat XD:: I’m Dave Santo, till last week a level 4 flight specialist and technistion
<Josalyn_Lyons> Josalyn Lyons, former field officer. I was hoping for a promotion soon but… so much for that. ::looks a bit glum, ears droop at that. shuts fridge and opens freezer::
<Dave_Santo> ::ears droop too:: Sorry… know that feeling. Telling the parents is the hardest part
<Josalyn_Lyons> No kidding… that’s where I left to last night. ::finishes the freezer, setting ice trays aside on counter.::
<Dave_Santo> ::bites his lowers lip:: I’m just glad they are all in New Orleans… couldn’t stand being “disowned” face to face
<Josalyn_Lyons> Disowned? Your parents were that hard on you?
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::takes the trashbag and picks up junk that’s still in the kitchen. empties out cabinents which are near empty anyway::
<Dave_Santo> Mother believes I’ve disgrased the whole family… “the spotless reputation of the entiter Santo famly name has been stained forever” I believe those were mother’s actually words ::slight sniff::
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::winces at that:: Oh… ::then blinks:: Wait… are you related to THE ::insert first name of Dave’s dad:: Santo?
<Dave_Santo> ::winces and ears lay flat against his head:: Youngest son and according to mother the only mistake
<Josalyn_Lyons> Oh wow that’s awesome! Er… I mean about the relation… not the mistake… Doesn’t she realize it wasn’t your fault?
<Dave_Santo> … all that matters is a Santo was throwen off the Enforcers and now works in a junk yard… ::sits dowm at the table there… runs a hand through his mullet:: The last son of the great ::insert first name of Dave’s Dad:: Santo is now a grease monkey in pre owned over alls
<Josalyn_Lyons> ::maw, feels sorry for him… knows this is a lot tougher for him than it is her, what with his family’s history, his mother’s reaction and his rank. goes over and removes her gloves. washes hands off and sits next to him, pulls chair over to face him:: Is that why you agreed to that plan? ::asks softly, putting a hand on his shoulder::
<Dave_Santo> … ::sighs… and slowly nods:: I would in no way, shape or form agreed to this if there was some hope left for me in my family… at least this way, I might managed to claw back some selfworth ::turns and looks at her pretty paw on his shoulder:: Sorry…You have your own problems to deal with… I should not dump mine on you.