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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]

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.

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

I'll take your word for it. Just give him my number. I'm willing to try out anyone.

Voice.

[crowsicle]

Yeah, will do. Can't say when he'll get back to you, he's kind of an inscrutable dude. But I'll tell him.

Voice.

[vw_coyote]

I'm used to guys like that.

Voice.

[crowsicle]

Nah, ain't nobody like Bro.

[It's a little brother's pride.]