10246/New Layers

New Layers
Date of Scene:	28 November 2019
Location:	Westfield World Trade Center, Lower Manhattan
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Volt, Mercy Thompson

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Volt has posed:
It's still surprising how few places Drake's been since coming to New York City. He's been here well over a year now, and the only thing that's been holding him back is the lack of vehicle or need to go beyond Bushwick. Bushwick was his microcosm for a long, long time. But now that horizons have been expanded and he's shed the old, it's time to adapt to the new. To actually be a person again, and not just a persona.

Is it a persona, though? The thought gives him a pause as he thumbs over some shirts in a clothing store beneath the World Trade Center. "Hm."

He breezes past to start towards the outer-wear section. It's gotten cold, and he's finally started to notice it out there. His flimsy, but stylish, button-up overshirt isn't gonna cut it. Dude's gonna need a coat!

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy Thompson, coyote shapeshifter, mechanic, and trouble magnet is here picking out clothing on her budget. Which is, not that much but she's making it last. She's got on faded jeans, a plain t-shirt and a winter coat, her hair's braided..and oh yeah, she's got her work boots on. Just in case /somebody/ starts trouble. Steel toe boots are good for ending it real quick. She's got a cart full of cheap, but well made gear, and she too is after a coat, but....her demands are a little out of the ordinary. A coat that can survive anything cars throw at it....it has to do that,and still be warm and still be comfortable, and easy to clean, tooo.

Volt has posed:
She may have a little difficulty! The shops found beneath the World Trade Center are rather well-to-do! A smidge pricey and name-brand! But there's no shortage of rugged and dependable outer-wear made available. Just expect to find things of a markedly higher quality. That is, if the pricetag is anything to go by.

Drake, meanwhile, circles around the men's section, running adjacent to Mercy's location. His mind has wandered from the task at hand, however; reflecting on how things have gone, and how they've turned out.

There's a *clink* behind him.

He turns and immediately glances down, spotting steel toe boots. "Well, that's hardcore," he muses.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's muttering under her breath about the prices. That's a whole month's paycheck for her. One coat. One. Coat....should last. And she can afford it if she's smart. Oh she's not poor but, she's....certainly frugal. Glancing around, Mercy shakes her head and adds the coat to her pile of things to buy. It's cheeap, but...cheap is relative here, she's seen things with five figure price tags. Then again, she's heard of six figure clothes in the fancier bits of town. Rounding a corner....Mercy pauses and looks over the pile of things, checking her surroundings.

Volt has posed:
The person wearing the boots is muttering. She looks to be in a bad mood, so maybe not bugging her would be for the best. Drake clears his throat softly and resumes poking around the racks, coming upon a selection of only mildly puffy parkas. Those don't look bad. They seem warm. Now to find his size...

Crap, what's his size now? He's different from when he first came out to New York! He starts from mediums and begins trying to guestimate his way from there!

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy quits muttering once she spies the man. "You need any help?" Mercy asks, sure she's mutttering about prices, or....was but she's willing to help out. It comes from being raised by wolves, and all that. Help each other out. She's willing to help this guy out, see. Mercy's like that. She seems to brighten up once she's not thinking about how much this is going to cost, she glances to the parkas then takes a step forward watching the coats. She wouldn't say no to those parkas, really. Still though....she decides to not say anything else. She's asked if he needs help. Tat's enough talking, no need to overwhelem the poor guy.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley is almost startled by the sudden turn of attention, and immediately whirls around to face her. "Oh! Uh, no. I don't think- wait." He squints at her, those vibrant emerald eyes taking in her appearance. "..you don't work here, do you?" She doesn't have that posh, even somewhat manufactured look that the employees here seem to rock.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy smiles. "Oh, no. No. I don't work here" she says. Thankfully, being the unspoken word. Her world's one of cars and CV joints and oil and gasoline.Not of being some prim and proper, and oh by the wy, snooty woman. Nah. Mercy's 'girl next door. If that girl was a Native American shapeshifter mechanic. Still though she gestures to the parkas. Her barked knuckles give away she works with her hands a lot and her brown eyes sweep from Drake to the parkas. "Honestly, just between you and me, I don't think we're dressed well enough for here" Mercy stage whispers, though she does step closer to the parkas to do this. She really doesn't want to get tossed out, yeesh. No, no thanks.....

Mercy though is eyeing a parka, then back to the guy. "Nah, just a customer like you but I'm pretty sure I'll be out of a job if I buy anything here" Mercy points out, though there's sarcasm in her voice, too. Eyes light with amusement, too.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley scrunches his expression a little. He happens to think he's dressed pretty nice. Sure, he's not the preppy ascot-wearing type, but who doesn't like a smart and breezy look? But he doesn't chase that particular rabbit. Instead, he looks back at the parkas, then her again. "So today's like an extravagant two-weeks'-notice for you?," he teases. The parka is set aside. He's pretty sure that's something he'll be getting. He can make it work.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy laughs, a gentle sound and her eyes dance with amusement, and the light plays off of her skin. "Depends if I want to shut up my own shop and quit it" Mercy says with a smile. "I'll have to do all the paperwork" she teases, "Besides, rather not work here, I'd go nuts from the high class. Sorry, I work best solving problems with a wrench in hand" she nods. Giveaway #2 to her job. "Though...." she says with a smirk, "I could use some of these clothes for lining the floor of my shop when it gets really, really cold" she ponders, sarcasm heavy in her voice as she laughs, a gentle laugh.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley perks an eyebrow at her, then glances down to her feet again. That might explain the boots a little more, maybe. He's never really been sure what the purpose of steel-toed boots were in the first place. Was it fashion or function? "Those make more sense now," he mentions, bobbing an index finger down at the metal culprits.

But up to her face, he gives her another wryly suspect look. "That's not how we do things in civilization, you. You /wear/ clothes, you don't nest with'em!"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy cants her head just a little, one eyebrow raised. "Really? I figured it was more lining floors" Mercy offers with a joke on her lips. She though looks serious. "I know what clothes are for, silly. But. They are good for mopping up oil or fluids. Tear them up into rags, sorted" she says and looks pleased with her idea. She's got plenty of rags in her garage after all. More can't hurt. Plus there's no way she'd been seen dead in the stuff sold here. Still, more rags are useful. "Se, stuff like this" she says gesturing to the rest of the clothes racks, "Come in useful. Take them home, tear them up, and....put them to work when I'm working on cars" Mercy says with a sly grin. It's almost a coyote's grin, or a dog's grin.