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[synanthrope]

[For anyone going to Saya's class today will see this sitting in the shop, hood up, waiting to be messed with]

Every year I outline very clearly the requirements to pass my class, and every year we come to this point where some people inevitably miss those requirements. For whatever reason, the schoolboard believes in second chances, and so here it is.

The final is worth 10% of your grade you've done all the work. If your grade is currently at a 50% or lower, it will be worth 60% of your grade.

In the shop is a Spyder 918, generously lent to the shop program by an anonymous donor. The review will encompass hybridization, which I guarantee you, will be on the advanced autoshop test. For the beginning and intermediate classes, if you show up to any extra review session, I can guarantee you that I will cover what will be on your final.

But no matter your level, you ought to come in. The Spyder is only here for a day. Consider it a gift from me to you for sitting through an entire year with me.

Otherwise, I'll see you at the dance. I'm a chaperone.

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[coyote_walking]

Mercy didn't really need the review, but there was no way she was passing up the chance to see and maybe get her hands on a Spyder 918. She came in, looking around for it and nodded to her teacher. "Hey, Ms. Wallace."

[synanthrope]

[Saya glances up from helping a beginning student figure out a basic tune up on a clunker used to teach]

Hello, Mercy. Couldn't resist?

[coyote_walking]

"A Spyder 918? Are you kidding?" Mercy grinned at her. "I'd consider giving up summer vacation for that!"

[synanthrope]

[Saya just smiles slightly and moves to where it's sitting, waiting.]

You hardly have to do that. Have you considered a work-placement with a quality mechanic shop?

[coyote_walking]

[Mercy followed her, eyes scanning over every inch of the car.]

Thought about it, but I wouldn't even know where to apply. And some of the people I did talk to didn't think a girl could do the work.

[clip]

What the Hell.

[synanthrope]

You have to be a little more specific, Mr. Eames, my class is about cars, not telepathy.

[daytoday]

[Hello, favorite class. And hello, favorite teacher.]

Whoa, what the fuck is going on with those rims?

[synanthrope]

[She's pleased as punch okay?]

Sometimes my donor goes for a little bit too much artistic license. I'm just glad he didn't get flames painted on the sides.

[daytoday]

Now there's a final. [Peering closer at the car now.] Getting all that shit scraped off. Or painted over, whatever.

[synanthrope]

Mr. Leon, you're giving me awful ideas your classmates won't appreciate.

[Detention with Ms. Wallace - fixing ugly cars.]

You can touch her, if you like.

[daytoday]

Yeah, well, that's their problem.

[Now that he's been offered, he isn't going to waste any time before running a hand over that sleek finish. Not that he won't do it with reverence, of course; the good old American muscle car will be his first and greatest love, but that's no reason to disrespect a fucking Porsche, much less a fucking Spyder.]

Nice.

[goodboysgood]

[Chase is on the computer in the office, it's lunch hour and he's more tired than he should be for being the classes least likely to party in exam week.]

Aren't you worried they'll damage your car?

[synanthrope]

Well no one's going near it with tools.

[She pulls a water bottle from the mini-fridge and passes it to him]

[goodboysgood]

Thank you.

[He's always surprised by those small offers.]

It is yours, though, isn't it?

[synanthrope]

That one isn't. A friend of mine is lending it to me.

[goodboysgood]

Oh. I thought it must be.

[Don't apologise, don't apologise, just focus on the spreadsheet, Robert.]

[troubler]

[ Clint doesn't really know what's going on or where he is, but there's a Porche and so that doesn't really matter. He's going to be over by it, dragging a fingertip over the smooth finish. ]

[synanthrope]

Attractive, isn't she?

[troubler]

She's a beauty. [ He shrugs away the swooning, because, he's stoic, he doesn't do swooning. ] Prefer classic cars, personally, but she's got the works.

[synanthrope]

I have a few 50s Mustangs, too, but most of my students are more interested in the flash.

[ex_anuglybloom413]

[It's the car she's come to see. She doesn't go to Westerberg and her clothes are about as inappropriately expensive as the teacher's, leaned in close to inspect the setup with quick eyes. She wants to take it apart, look at each piece individually and then maybe piece it back together from memory... Then she'd like to drive it. There just aren't enough cars in this town.]

[synanthrope]

[Click click click go Saya's heels]

I should kick you out.

[ex_anuglybloom413]

[She doesn't straighten up from under the hood immediately, still has her hand somewhere in the workings, curved around a piece of metal to feel out the shape of it. When she withdraws it, however, she does turn, a smile on her lips, gentle and wide-eyed. She can play harmless.]

I didn't mean any harm.

[synanthrope]

You just wanted to touch a piece of equipment worth more than a median-level house?

[Saya's face says, I know you're not.]