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[[Luceti Valley, August 2-6]]

[Welcome to a catch-all post. Temari Law, sister to Trafalgar Law, is a displaced worker and former college student working odd jobs just to get by. She's pretty much everywhere -- except for, you know, high-end places. Not much call for odd jobs up there.

A typical day has her up early, for a run out to the farm before she heads over to campus because some of her former teachers are awesome enough to let her sit in on their classes. Afternoons usually find her over at Kirk's motorcycle shop, because if she has to do odd jobs to get by, she'll be happy enough to work on awesome bikes.

Or any bikes really, because they're cool.

Catch her anywhere or in-between any of it.]

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Temari! Guess what I got today!

_{[ He trotted into the shop, leather jacket still on and goggles around his neck as he held up the brown parcel in his hand, waving it excitedly, though it only shifted like there was a lot of whispering paper inside. As it should be, considering the item he had ordered from the company. It had been a hard one to get, and he couldn't find it from salvage on one of his consigned bikes.

So maybe he was a little excited, okay? ]}

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[She looks up from what she's doing, frowning a bit at the interruption. Dude, she's working. Whaddya want? She wipes a greasy hand on her coveralls and raises a brow.]

A box, looks like.

It's the piston! The piston!

_{[ You would think you could put just any piston in any bike, but that
was just not so! And he had worked hard to get this piece and he was
excited to get this baby sewn up and out.}

He ran back to the Red Panther, sitting the box down like a holy relic and opening it. ]

Any trouble while I was gone?

Oh! The piston. [Actually, yeah, she does know what he's talking about but... Well. She's Temari. What'd you expect?

She makes her over, because obviously she has to be part of this box opening event.]

Nope. Not unless you count a rusted bolt.

Good, good.

_{[ Clearly he's more focused on the box, opening it like he was
unwrapped a Christmas gift and reaching inside, sifting through the paper
and pulling out a long, shiny piece of metal - the piston. He beamed at it,
caressing the smooth metal and inspecting it before he handed it over to
Temari. ]}

Take a look at that. Beautiful, right?

[Oh, wow. She's honored. She gets to hold the Holy Grail.]

Pretty nice workmanship. [But okay, she can appreciate it, even if machinery isn't really her first love. She's come to like it well enough.]

_{[ He nodded excitedly and breathed out gently, as if his very breath
could make the thing carbonize and rust. ]}

Man, it's not often I get a chance to order one of these babies - or have a client willing to foot the bill for them either. Glad we snagged a true enthusiast on this bike.

Nah, it's pretty cool. It's a wicked ride; I'm glad it's going to someone who cares about it.

Right? Half the time I'm making one of our girls for some rich boy with to much of daddy's money.

_{[ It made him sick, but he had to pay the bills. At least the kids
would get some enjoyment out of them and he'd knew they'd get ridden. It
was their purpose. He would hate to build one just to have it sit there
like a plastic model. ]}

Nope, this one is going to a loving home!

A run out to the farm leads Temari to one of its workers, and Chouji waves as soon as he looks up to notice. "Hey, Temari!"

Chouji tries to get some work done around the farm before the school day starts. He isn't a morning person, but he has fought his natural tendencies long enough that it feels normal by now. It's worth it to do something for his brother's family. They do a lot for him.

She raises a hand in greeting, already grinning at him. She genuinely likes Chouji; working at the farm wouldn't be as bearable as it was without him and his cheer around.

"Hey, Chouji. How's it going?"

"Pretty well! The summer vegetables are looking good, and I don't think we've ever gotten quite as many blackberries as we have this year. You should take a pint home with you."

Then he grimaces. "But it's summer. And that means much more weeding than anyone should ever have to do." Fields and orchards are fine on their own, as are berry bushes and brambles, but all of the vegetables are prone to being choked by weeds. While he talks, Chouji crouches back down and pulls some more of said invasive plants. He doesn't mind, really. The vegetables will make up for it when he gets to eat some of them.

"It means," she replies as she comes closer, "more work." Which means more jobs which means she can put food on her table -- and maybe even sometimes have a little leftover for a fun thing now and again. She crouches down next to him and begins to work with her own patch of weeds.

"It's not that bad. Plants need someone to take care of 'em, you know."

He sobers a little at that, knowing how hard Temari's had to scramble. "There does always seem be a shortage of that. How's it going elsewhere?"

As for her other point, he sighs, shaking his head. "I know they do. It'll be worth it when we get to harvest the vegetables, but weeding's pretty tedious in the meantime." Chouji's voice doesn't hold much frustration, and his hands are still busy pulling weeds. Temari probably knows by now that the complaints will vanish by the time he finishes waking up. Chouji may be used to mornings, but that doesn't mean he likes them.

She shrugs at the question. "Same old, same old." She pulls a weed and tosses it aside. "A few of the professors are letting me attend classes when I can, but honestly, I'm not sure how much good it'll do, you know? They aren't exactly counting toward graduation right now." But it's a process, she supposes, and worth it just the same. Maybe.

She does grin at his complaints, though. "Didn't sleep well?"

"Maybe later they'd let you test out of the courses, give you the credits that way?" This would depend on her being able to be a fully enrolled student, but they can hope. "At least you're trying. I have no idea what I'm doing after high school graduation. I can't rely on Luke and Ami forever."

Chouji shrugs, replying. "It's just too early to be up and working. I'll get over it, I promise." He smiles.

She shrugs in response. "Depends on the professor and the course, really, I think." In all honesty, she doesn't quite know but she doesn't want to just give up on it entirely.

"You'll figure it out -- even if you have to get up early to do it."

Nodding, Chouji says, "I'll hope you get helpful and understanding professors, then."

That makes him chuckle, and he nods again. "I suppose I will, but I might have to declare the alarm clock my arch enemy."

"If the day comes," she says solemnly (while weeding, of course,) "that you must declare open war upon it, do be sure to call upon your allies."

[You know, times suck, and Big Bro here thinks it's high time for a morale boost. For himself too, because today was a long day and he barely got through it without losing his temper.

Which is why Law decides to just show up on Temari's doorstep with an advertisement for the movie theatre. Care for The War of the Worlds? His treat.

They can gorge themselves on concession food. Because he's too tired to cook and he suspects Temari is too.

Knock, knock.]

[Temari usually borders on too tired to cook anyway. Side effects of working too hard some days. When the knock sounds on her door, she sighs heavily, because really. She's in no mood for salesman or political activists or what-have-you. She's already snapping when she opens the door.]

Hey, you better be--

[Oh. Guess it's not a salesman. Her tone immediately lightens.] --better be my brother. Come on in.

How many today? [With some weary amusement, because really, it's been something else this week.] I had three when I got home.

[And he doesn't know whether to call them stupid or brave in venturing into his neighborhood.

Wait. Stupid.

They had not headed for the hills after seeing his face at the door. There are certain dangers in pulling a man out of his well earned shower.]

Just two. [She moves aside so he can come in.] Both in the last twenty minutes though.

In twenty minutes? That's ridiculous. [He toes off his shoes as he crosses the threshold, one hand coming up to rub the bridge of his nose. No wonder she was snapping.]

You're telling me. [She closes -- and locks -- the door behind him.] It's not that I don't sympathize with some of it, but...

[Good Lord, she could use a minute's worth of peace.] What's up?

[Bikes are cool.]

[Mr. Cigars-Forever Man over here is working on some post engine assembly of a clearly custom bike.]

[Feel free to say hi. The goggles are on, but he doesn't bite people. Just cigars.]

[Oh, she'll say hi... because she's pretty curious about that custom bike herself. Temari wanders off, brushing dirt and grease onto her coveralls, and peers at the parts he's working with.]

Almost got it?

Almost. [A slight grin up and he taps a few of the bars. He's not going to explain specifically what he's doing, but if she's smart enough, he figures she'll pick it up on her own.] Still got awhile left to go.

A bit. [She leans in a bit closer, grinning.] Nice work, though. Whole thing's nice.

Thanks. [ALL THE BLUSHING. Even his ear tips are red!]

It's not looking like it is in my head though. Too many missing pieces I guess.

[Aren't you cute with your blushing?] What's still missing?

[Nope! He is manly and gruff and very un-cute, okay okay.]

Feed pipe, spark plug lead, camshaft gear, crankcase, and crank shaft. [Ticks them off on one hand.] Probably a few other things I can't think of too.

[Right. Totally.]

Still a bit of work to get done.

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August 6th > pretend I'm not late

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