Gremlins are not what you think they are...
Who: Mercy Thompson vw_coyote and "Michael Xavier" makes_asteroids
When: Thursday, a couple of hours before sirens
Where: Coffee shop near the stadium
Summary: Two gear heads meeting for shenanigans.
Warnings: Mechanical talk. Also, metal geeking.
Mercy, still with her arm in a sling and a couple fading bruises on her face (not to mention the sore ribs), stepped into the coffee shop. She liked this one, because they had a really thick, rich cocoa that they served with cinnamon and whipped cream that she kept trying to replicate at home. So far, she'd been a horrible failure.
She didn't know what to expect, and was a bit early, so she found a place to sit and ordered the hot cocoa, with extra whipped cream, for herself. She'd work off the calories later.
Mercy sipped her cocoa and saw Xavier walk into the shop. she raised her good hand, knowing he'd see her. The man smelled... odd. Very odd. Like ozone just before a storm broke, with an overtone of coffee - though that might be the shop she was in. She took a deep breath as he approached, looking like she was adjusting her stance, because of her injuries. No, that was definitely ozone. She'd never smelled anyone with that scent.
It made her nose itch and made her want to shift forms - something she could not do right now.
"Afternoon." She said, pleasantly. "What did you want to discuss?"
When: Thursday, a couple of hours before sirens
Where: Coffee shop near the stadium
Summary: Two gear heads meeting for shenanigans.
Warnings: Mechanical talk. Also, metal geeking.
Mercy, still with her arm in a sling and a couple fading bruises on her face (not to mention the sore ribs), stepped into the coffee shop. She liked this one, because they had a really thick, rich cocoa that they served with cinnamon and whipped cream that she kept trying to replicate at home. So far, she'd been a horrible failure.
She didn't know what to expect, and was a bit early, so she found a place to sit and ordered the hot cocoa, with extra whipped cream, for herself. She'd work off the calories later.
Mercy sipped her cocoa and saw Xavier walk into the shop. she raised her good hand, knowing he'd see her. The man smelled... odd. Very odd. Like ozone just before a storm broke, with an overtone of coffee - though that might be the shop she was in. She took a deep breath as he approached, looking like she was adjusting her stance, because of her injuries. No, that was definitely ozone. She'd never smelled anyone with that scent.
It made her nose itch and made her want to shift forms - something she could not do right now.
"Afternoon." She said, pleasantly. "What did you want to discuss?"