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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?

[vanagandr]

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

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

[synanthrope]

What would you like to see?

[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]

[draconically]

That depends on what's available.

[synanthrope]

We could go around in circles for hours, couldn't we?

[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. ]

[draconically]

I'd rather not. Wasted time is wasted productivity.

Perhaps I should break the cycle with a more traditional opening. I'm Professor Ernst Reisenbach.

[synanthrope]

I don't care for dogs.

[Her eyes are lightening, now, another set are cracking open just at her temples.]

So I'm going to ask you - do you have manners?

[synanthrope]

Satya Daphne Wallace.

Hello, Professor.

[vanagandr]

I'm no dog.

[ He shifts, squaring off, ears flat against his head -- and he's growing larger, eyes going from amber to red. ]

I have manners for those who show them.

[synanthrope]

The first move always goes to the wolf, doesn't it? That's a law.

[The set open all the way, and the third set crack, just over her brow.]

[vanagandr]

[ He could, if he wanted to, become large enough to make the garage fall down upon his head. Squish the bug -- but why do that when he can play? Speed is often more important than brute strength. Thank you, Loki, for teaching your son that. ]

I've never really been one for laws.

[ A lick of flame drops down from between his teeth on the last word. ]

[synanthrope]

Wolves never are.

[With all her eyes open she can see him clearly, and she doesn't like it]

I don't invite wolves in. They make a mess. So I would like you to get out.

[draconically]

Ms. Wallace, it's a pleasure.

[synanthrope]

What are you looking for?

[draconically]

A multimeter and silver wire, at the moment. It serves me right for beginning a project without first taking stock to see if I had all the parts necessary for it.

[synanthrope]

It does serve you right, but I have a fondness for polite gentlemen. Come in and we'll set you up.

[draconically]

Then I shall strive to be as polite as possible.

[And soon he will arrive, dapper and well-kempt in black, with a briefcase in one hand and his Network device in the other, which appears to be displaying a GPS route.]

[synanthrope]

[She's sitting at one of the long benches, going over her paperwork]

Hello.

[She's taking him in from that paperwork]

[draconically]

Ms. Wallace.

[He approaches unhesitatingly, perfectly confident.]

I appreciate the assistance.

[synanthrope]

[She doesn't stand right away, but collects her limbs and sits up]

Of course. After all, you're only here for a few days, you may as well get something you like.

[draconically]

It's not about what I like. Merely what's useful.

[He sets the briefcase down, but keeps one hand on it, and doesn't open it.]

But I will, of course, return anything I borrow before my inevitable departure.

[synanthrope]

[Her eyes flicker to it for an instant, and she smiles very slightly, then stands and walks to a storage cabinet and removes the things he needs. It's immediate, the sign of a well-organized workspace]

Like this?

[draconically]

[His face briefly reflects approval--of course he's watching, he's examining everything about this garage--because efficiency is elegant in its simplicity, and Occam's Razor is a standard he will willingly subscribe to.]

Like that. I'd considered trying my luck at City Solutions, but according to the news bulletins, they weren't giving tours.