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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

[vw_coyote]

[She'll just lean here and be all owie for a minute. Why isn't she a werewolf? Being a wolf would make her life so much damned simpler. And as hard as she was knocked, she's not sure she could shift anyway.]

Prejudice.

[Sliiiiiiiiiiide. Sit on floor. Floor needs to stop moving.]

[showbizpanache]

I'll call the police. Just relax for now, okay? [Anna will take care of the injuries.]

[vw_coyote]

[She just waves him off, because sure. Call the police. She didn't see any of them and while she could sniff one out - Mr. Baseball With A Rock - there's just... no point right now. She doubts any of them will be caught.]

[showbizpanache]

[He knows that, but calls anyway, just because he feels helpless otherwise. It's rough, to know that he's fully capable of healing Mercy but will pay the price if he does.

When he returns, he looks less livid but still frustrated.]

Well, that went about as well as I'd thought. How are you feeling? Are you seeing all right?

[vw_coyote]

[Mercy hates head injuries. They mess up her other senses and she just... ugh.]

I'll be fine, Kurt. Anna's going to take me home, alright?

[showbizpanache]

Okay. Good. I'll take care of everything here.