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[synanthrope]

Visitors. It's not as bad as everyone seems to think, except for the noise.

I'm hungry, does anyone want to come over for dinner?

Just don't touch the cars.

[ooc: anyyyyything goes! action in the garage]

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[favoritetraitor]

Is the invitation open to only visitors? Or is anyone welcome...

[synanthrope]

Visitors only.

[favoritetraitor]

Pity. But I quite understand when there are so many new fresh faces to choose from...

Do let me know if you change your mind~.

[synanthrope]

Of course.

[opercularis]

[She pauses at this message, chewing a piece of bright pink gum and grinning like a ditz.]

Should I bring, uhm like, drinks or something? Or I could make something, I know this really easy recipe! All you do is make like a lettuce cup and then fill it with Lucky Charms and teddy grahams and gummy bears and dress it with, uhhh, syrup and honey with a sprinkle of sugar, it's really great.

[synanthrope]

Are you on something?

[opercularis]

Huh? On something? Do you mean like the pavement? Or... what?

[She turns the camera downwards to give full exhibition of her shoes.]

[synanthrope]

Are you chemically dependent?

[opercularis]

Chemically what?

[She laughs.]

Uh, I don't think so?

[synanthrope]

[Good enough]

You don't have to bring anything.

[opercularis]

Really? That's awesome.

[Beaming brightly.]

So, uh. Where am I headed, or whatever?

[synanthrope]

Behind building three is a very large Warehouse. I'll meet you there.

[opercularis]

That's totally creepy!

[Is that... stopping her. No probably not, although she has the shittiest sense of direction this side of the equator and will inevitably get lost. Luckily, there are lots and lots of people to ask directions from.]

[synanthrope]

It's a very nice building.

[opercularis]

[The trip takes her a while, probably because she gets distracted flirting every time she pauses to ask for directions. When she finally sees the large Warehouse she pauses, putting her sunglasses up onto her head as she examines it.]

Wow looks, like, super spacious.

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[i_drive]

[The driver likes cars. A lot. After over a day in the City, it's almost inevitable that he'd eventually find a few (not counting the one he borrowed off the street for a joyride, and he did return it).

He'll just stand outside the garage. He'd like to go in, see the cars... but this isn't his garage.]

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[synanthrope]

[Saya moves out of her office, peering around the corner. A couple of the cars are up on the lifts but some are on the street]

Hello.

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[i_drive]

[The cars on the street get a vaguely wistful look. Saya gets a look, too, but it's more difficult to decipher.]

Hey. These yours?

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[synanthrope]

Some of them are, yes.

Do you like them?

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[i_drive]

[He shrugs. If shrugs can be mildly appreciative, this one is just that.]

Mm. Haven't seen too many around here.

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[synanthrope]

That's because there's aren't a lot around here.

[She takes a careful step forward, precisely balanced on her heels]

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[i_drive]

Shame.

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[synanthrope]

Yes, it is.

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[i_drive]

[He focuses on the nearest car.]

Are you a mechanic, a collector, or some of both?

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[synanthrope]

Both.

[It's the Porsche, sleek and just gaudy enough.]

And you?