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[synanthrope]

If May is a bad month, and the summertime is busy, then what should I expect for the autumn? I remember flashes of a bad October, once, a long time ago. But they're just flashes. People screaming. Body part littering the City. I wonder if I should trust those memories. Are there suggestions from the audience?

[A pause]

I'm seeking one mechanic, preferably skilled although I'll train someone who is particularly intelligent. The hours are weekdays only, with potential to cover on weekends if there's a curse. The pay is competitive, and the cars are excellent.



[ooc: Action if you want to meet her on the beach!]

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[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

I'm a mechanic back home and would love to get my hands on some real cars.

[synanthrope]

I've met you before. You're the coyote.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Um... yeah. I suppose you could put it that way.

Back home I have my own garage. It's one of the worst things for me about the City - not being able to work at what I'm truly good at - but most people don't have cars and those that do mostly take care of them themselves.

[synanthrope]

Do you have any formal training?

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Sure.

Studied with one of the best mechanics going for years. Bought his garage when he retired.

And you know, took some of those certification classes for various specialties.

My garage has a very good reputation back home.

[synanthrope]

Fine.

Come in on Monday and I'll see what you can do.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Sounds good.

Where are you exactly?

[synanthrope]

Behind building three.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

I can find that easily enough. 9 AM okay or would you like me earlier?

[synanthrope]

Any time after 5am.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Be there around 5:30 then, since that's when I'm usually up and out.

Habit, you know, after 10 years of being at the garage early.

[synanthrope]

I keep that same habit.

[coyote-walking.livejournal.com]

Something we have in common then.

Thanks for the opportunity.

[synanthrope]

You're welcome.

[signatures]

Too bad for Orange.

[synanthrope]

I didn't fire him. It was his decision to make.

[signatures]

I know, I'm aware. Still too bad, really.

Why did he leave?

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[synanthrope]

He seems to be under the impression that I have the ability to arouse men into a frenzy.

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[signatures]

That's extremely specific of him.

Denial of an attraction, maybe?

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[synanthrope]

I had a drink with his 'associate' and he gave me a bottle of perfume. Then I went home, and it seems Mr. White was extremely bothered by the encounter.

Mr. Orange confronted me about it.

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[signatures]

Surely Mister White can take care of his own business without the interference of Mister Orange.

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[synanthrope]

So I would imagine. I told Mr. Orange that anything between Mr. White and I was really none of his business, but he pressed the matter.

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[signatures]

Maybe he's habitually affected by paranoia.

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[synanthrope]

I won't make assumptions on that regard.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

... well—do you remember any of the Octobers since then?

[synanthrope]

I was here last October.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

My mistake.

I haven't heard anything so bad as scattering body parts, though.

[synanthrope]

No? I remember that.

I remember a witch hunt.

[veritaphobia.livejournal.com]

... Part of a curse?

[synanthrope]

Yes. I remember people burning.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[He's by the beach early, warm from the run and only stopping at the hut (mentally nicknamed the surf shack but never out loud for fear of ridicule) because the door's showing a black line at the seam that has to mean the lock's bust.]

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[synanthrope]

[She actually picked the lock, she'd never break something like that. You can thank the coyote brother later. Inside she's set up a hammock and she's curled inside it, her feet bare, wearing a blue and green maxi dress made of some like chiffon silk. Her eyes are closed, her breathing even - she's asleep]

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[Not only is the lock unbroken, most vagrants smashing their way into your beach hut doen't bring their own bedding. At least, Chase assumes. Really, he'd have to ask Foreman.

It's only more confusing when he confirms the identity of his squatter, but the image of her this...vulnerable is a closer word than peaceful... is so striking that he doesn't want to lift a hand to wake her. He looks away instead, casting around for somewhere unobtrusive to sit.]

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[synanthrope]

[It takes her a moment to wake up, and when she does she looks right over at Chase. Her eyes are definitely sluggish and sleepy, and she's not quite aware of things yet.]

Hello.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[He hasn't strayed far. Turning his head back he's looking straight down at her, a hand reaching to rest on one support rope, letting the hammock rock gently.]

Hey. [His voice is low.] Fancy seeing you here.

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[synanthrope]

[She looks right up at him, and there's a softness to her that isn't usually there]

Would you like to sit with me?

[She curls up a little tighter, leaving him room on the hammock]

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

All right.

[Still curious, and holding the hammock steady - though he notices she's made a tight job of it, it supports them both without feeling precarious - he sits, tilting his head.]

What's going on, Satya?

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[synanthrope]

[She curls against him; her skin is hotter than most people but it doesn't precisely feel like a fever, just how she is.]

Sometimes I need time to think. This is where Socrates used to live.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Your brother.

[He brushes hair back fro her face, an excuse to test the heat of her forehead.]

Homesick?

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[synanthrope]

No. I'm not homesick.

[It's not clammy or sweaty, at least. But her voice drops, and there's emotion in it now, which is unusual.]

But I do miss him.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

You can come by to think about him any time you want, [The hand drops to rest on her shoulders, then.] I'll... give you a key.

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[synanthrope]

[Her smiles widens a touch]

That's very generous of you.

[A pause]

Mr. Orange quit, and I'm confused.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[Freddy. Chase is still a little biased against the guy, though admittedly like most things in the City it's become a bald feeling over time.]

He find another job?

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[synanthrope]

No. I think he's angry at me. He didn't want his last paycheck.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[Were you asking personal questions? Because that'll do it.]

What do you think he's angry with you about?

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[synanthrope]

[She relaxes back into the hammock]

I think he became angry when he thought that I did something to Mr. White that made him aroused.

I told him it was none of his business what went on between the two of us, and I denied it. Then he quit.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[As his lips curl back from his teeth.]

He thought you hit on the old man he hangs around with? He has to be insane.

Not... that I don't think he'd be... interested, if you did. But why would you?

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[synanthrope]

[She looks up at him]

I didn't touch him. I didn't suggest anything sexual. He bought me a bottle of perfume, and I accepted, we had a drink, he touched my hair, and he left.

[There's a pause]

If he is or isn't attracted to me isn't any of his business. So why get upset?