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[vw_coyote]

[Mercy is working on a car. Her backend is hanging out of the hood as she mutters at a sparkplug. However, there was a reason she turned the feed on.

The garage doors are open, to let in a breeze because shops get stuffy and the weather's nice.]

So, a new batch of newcomers.

[And not a single wolf in the bunch. She's really getting tired of that.]

My name is Mercy. If anyone needs a mechanic job, my boss has an opening.

[She pulls out of the hood and pitches the sparkplug at a barrel. It clangs into the pile.]

It's only part-time for now, but might pick -

[She stops, because a rock catches her in the head and knocks her to the ground. There are shouts from outside about newcomers stealing the jobs of rightful citizens.

The feed shuts off when a bloody hand scrambles for the phone.]

Comments

Voice.

[crowsicle]

Whoa, what the fuck? Lady? Are you okay?

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

[The feed keeps cutting in and out and it takes her a moment to answer.]

... Ow.

Voice.

[crowsicle]

[He sounds alarmed, despite a stuffed nose.]

What the shit was that? Do you need help?

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

Not so loud. Please.

My. head.

Voice.

[crowsicle]

[His feathers rustle and he lowers his voice.]

Shit. Sorry. Did you call the cops?

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

Can't see yet. Kurt or Anna will get it.

[Or they won't. Whichever.]

Voice.

[crowsicle]

Okay, good, so you got people. Okay.

...Need anyone to watch your door for you for a while?

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

My room mate is dragging me home. Hopefully to be loved on by my cat.

Voice.

[crowsicle]

Okay.

[He wants to know what happened, but he doesn't want to keep bothering her. There's the rustling again as he shifts and then he sniffs.]

Don't take anything stronger than a Tylenol. And if you go to sleep, make someone wake you up every couple hours or so to check on you.

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

[A weak chuckle.]

You sound like my fiancé.

Voice.

[crowsicle]

Nah, I've just fallen down my share of shitty stairs. I am like the fucking concussion whisperer.

[Sniffffff. Okay, fuck this, he's getting some toilet paper.]

Taken my share of beatdowns, too.

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

I don't think I've ever fallen down stairs. Up them, been thrown down them, but never fallen down.

Voice.

[crowsicle]

All right, maybe the beatdowns and the stairs had a little more in common than I let on. Does this happen to you a lot?

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

[Her reply comes once she's home and okay.]

More often back home than here.

Voice.

[crowsicle]

Huh. I know the feel, ma'am. I guess I wasn't expecting all this Canadian hospitality.

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

Oh God don't call me ma'am. It's Mercy.

[She'd laugh but that would hurt.]

Voice.

[crowsicle]

Mercy. Okay. [He blows his nose--sorry about the noise, but his NV is his sunglasses.] 'M Dave. So is everything cool now?

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

Oh, I'll be fine. My room mate might start eating people, though.

[Because fierce Anna is FIERCE and Mercy loves it. It's so adorable.]

Voice.

[crowsicle]

Haha. Make sure to get it on tape, okay? Those guys were assholes.

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

Yeah, they were, but that's still no reason to go do them harm. I doubt they'll be back to the garage any time soon.

Voice.

[crowsicle]

If you say so. Guess I'm used to more persistent assholery.

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

[You don't know a persistent asshole until you've met her werewolves.]

Oh, they'll come back, eventually, just not right away.

Voice.

[crowsicle]

[He almost got killed by a part-dog creature, does that count?]

You think you'll need any help with that?

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

[... Maybe?]

Probably not. But if you need a job...

Voice.

[crowsicle]

[A quick laugh followed by a sniffle.]

You don't want me poking around in the guts of people's cars. I'll get feathers and shit in the carburetor.

[A slight microphone jostling as he resettles his shades on his nose.]

I know a guy, though. I'll ask him if he's interested.