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[synanthrope]

These days come around and all that happens is that everything gets loud. But there are so many interesting people.

You may come into the Garage as long as you don't touch. Sticky fingers make enormous messes.


[ooc: do what you will!]

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[draconically]

A Garage.

[There would be parts in a garage. Tools. Components. SCIENCE.]

And if we don't intend to make a mess?

[synanthrope]

What would you like to see?

[draconically]

That depends on what's available.

[vanagandr]

[ An invitation from a pretty lady? Well then, don't mind if he does.

There's a wolf in your garage, Saya. ]

[synanthrope]

[She comes out of her office and stands perfectly still, balancing on her toes. There's a look on her face that isn't there often - one of disgust. She smells like nothing: no scent, none at all.]

I hope you have a reason.

[Something cuts across her face - not an expression, but something under the skin, crawling there, zooming diagonally from her chin to her temple]

[vanagandr]

You invited.

[ Maybe this wasn't the best idea, but far be it from Fenrir to back down. No scent... wrong, very wrong, and he caught that movement. Disgusting.

Hel would probably love her, though, the way she dresses. ]

[notions]

What is there to see?

[synanthrope]

Very expensive cars is what people usually come for.

They stay for the quality service.

[Not...exactly.]

[notions]

Just to look at the cars? Only that?

[featherstorn]

[Chirp chirp chirp. He wears the form of a bird, certainly, but don't they say you can tell a daemon from the real thing?]

[synanthrope]

Speak.

[clownishly]

Oh lots and lots and lots of new people to meet!

The amount of hate I feel for you is <1000

[synanthrope]

I'm sure they're all very excited to meet you.

[lizardofguilt]

You are a crueeeeel heartless womaaaaan.

[synanthrope]

Without doubt.

Hello again.

[pike]

And what of clean hands?

[synanthrope]

There you are.

[dragondreaming]

Hey daddy-o, is that the metaphor we're going with today? Out, wretched spot!

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[featherstorn]

[This little barbet found something interesting while he was out on the town, and he's taken great pains to lead it back here. A difficult task when one is working with crippled wings, but when he cannot flutter from surface to surface, he takes to the sidewalk, hopping along on tiny feet, looking back to make sure he is being followed. When he makes it to the garage, he turns circles before the door, waiting for his charge to pull it open and come in with him before making the final beeline for the owner.]

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[creais]

[He has absolutely no care for cars, but this bird has been terrorising him unrelentingly - pecking, chirping obnoxiously, unless he followed it, and this garage is where it's led. He steps inside and finds it's finally let him be, wonders if he can leave now.]

[scaleshiv]

[ All sorts today, Saya, coming into your web. The crocodile is no exception, though she comes like this -- dressed in crocodile-skin boots because she thinks it's funny, that those can walk in winter while she cannot.

That crocodile smile, at least, should be familiar. ]

[synanthrope]

Hello.

[Saya's eyes are bright, now. It is familiar, in it's own way]

[pikapikachu]

Pikachuuuu!

[muet]

[ Ah-- C-Could it be...?

Or was she mistaken?

...It has been a long time. ]

[synanthrope]

Hello?