It's late but not -that- late and Leo is currently using an arc welder inside a small enclosed area. From a distance, it'd be hard to tell who was actually in there, Leo or Maddox, but as one closed on the area and looked through the smokey glass inside, it would be obvious that it was Leo, his constellation hovering at a stark concentration-colored white, his body narrower than Maddox's.
He seems to be working on some piece for a set, a large block of metal getting welded to an even larger ground-plate of metal, though the purpose for the two pieces is hard to discern right now. It might literally just be backdrop. Either way, Leo has headphones in, even when he leans back and sets the arc welder away, taking a breather and stretching his arms out loosely as he admires his work, headphones blaring away.
It's a pretty common thing for Etsy to come into the junkyard both intangible and invisible. This is actually how Maddox expects her to come in to the junkyard anymore, to the point where when he invites her over for whatever reason, he doesn't bother to unlock the gate.
Etsy wanders through the gate -- literally through it -- invisible and intangible, looking for Maddox so that she can put a dead fish on his head or something. When she discovers there's no Maddox, though, she angles toward Leo, instead, and gives the dead fish -- actually a piece of red meat -- to one of the dogs by dropping it in front of their muzzles.
It's totally normal to just wink into existence right in someone's peripheral vision, isn't it? Fortunately she knows enough to stay -- hopefully -- well out of the range of that arc welder...
The arc welder, fortunately, is not a thing that gets used to threaten her when she appears. Leo just leaps up suddenly, hopping back away from her with a whoosh of breath as he lands back on his feet. "O-ho-ho-hooo man, Etsy." he says, his constellation having leapt into a startled orange that fades rapidly.
He throws his hand up over his heart, smacking his hand over the 'Leo' nametag that's stiched into the left breast of his solid grey coveralls. "I was -not- expecting that. It's like midnight, what're you doing at the junkyard?"
She hops up on one of the side tables, or something, and settles down, swinging her feet in their tatty silk slippers. Those things always look like they're three seconds from falling off her feet, but never quite do. Etsy's webbed hands fold over the front edge of whatever she's found to sit on, and she shrugs. "Am coming to have a see of friend Leo and friend Maddox," she answers blithely. "Friend Maddox leaved for me a plants at house of Angelica, thought he would be heres." That's totally normal and there's nothing at all interesting or unusual about that.
"What is a makes?" Absently, Etsy pulls the mirror that hangs from her belt like a Ren-Faire-goer's mug into her lap. It's a vintage metal mirror, polished to perfection. The map case in which she carries her big mirror is slung across her body, as is the white sash that marks her a Courier. She's worn-looking, more so than usual, but not entirely run down. Just a little tired.
His head tilts slowly to the side at her statement about Maddox and plants. "He left you for a plant?" Leo asks with a few blinks. But he doesn't push -too- hard. Not yet anyway. Instead he turned to look at his creation and shrugged, "Oh, it's just like.. a big set piece to mount one of the bots on. I'm gonna cut it down and make little holes along here..." he says, indicating a line where small black x's marked equally spaced locations, "Then shoot some fire up when Mads hits the button." Leo says, indicating a giant, comically sized metal box with a giant red button labeled 'Danger' on it. He grins when he says it, shrugging, "The hope is it runs out of fuel or turns off before the metal gets too hot. You know?"
A pause, "You want some meat? I brought a buncha fish in from the coast, we could grill or something." noting her weariness.
"Um, no, he leaved FOR me a plant, he sometimes leaves on steps a plant for an Etsy. At first Angelicas thought it was for a hers, but he put on a note, is for an Etsys. He made me cries once, and I said flowers are a badness if are cutted and deads, so brings for me moonflowers and other pretties." Etsy absently swings her feet underneath the table, watching Leo and his work. Well, as best as one can tell, anyway. It's nearly impossible to tell where Etsy's looking, on account of she has no irises or pupils. "That looks like fun. And Maddox will like. He is a complains when not enough explodes." The corners of her mouth turn up just a bit.
"I always am like a foods," agrees Etsy easily.
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