11012/Tit for Tat

Tit for Tat
Date of Scene:	07 February 2020
Location:	Mercy's Garage - West Harlem
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Grease Monkey, Mercy Thompson

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Grease Monkey has posed:
    Sometimes people watch out for each other. Especially if it helps them in the long run; scratch a back to get scratched later and all that. This isn't the first time Grease Monkey has gone out to see if they can get a bit of help, so to speak, and not even the first time for a more personal project. Still, it's the first time they've hit up this particular garage, though their coworkers had given it a pretty good report in their own experience.
    As such, they're wearing an oversized hoodie that hides their large ears in its bulk, as well as has their tail tucked in to it; a half decent disguise for a mutant that's in itself far better when one considers the other circumstances. It's still enough, they figure, as they push open the door to the lobby to see if the owner's inside and-or occupied with something else.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy's at her desk doing paperwork, the door goes and she looks up. "Yes?" she asks and gets up. Nudging the chair under the desk she comes aroundit, dressed in coveralls and work boots. She nods. "You need help with a car or are ya lost?" Mercy asks with a look over to the hoodie wearing visitor.

Stepping more around the desk, the coyote shapeshifter listens keenly. "I was expecting a mechanic though, I loaned out a torque wrench last week and it's gone walking" she points out with a smile.

Grease Monkey has posed:
    Nice and empty - aside from the person of interest, of course. GM grins a bit, hands coming out of their pockets. "Car," they confirm, "but it's back at the garage. I'm from Fix-It All-Tow," comes the clarification, before the youth pauses. "...and none of the guys sent me to return a wrench, they're pretty good at that so I don't think it was us."
    The dry tone suggests that this one gets to do the busywork that can be delegated far too often. Like going on errands to return things.
    "But, uh." Hands clap once and rub together. "I got kiiind of a special project I'm working on and I'm going around the area to try and see if anyone's done anything like it and stuff. Gotta turn a piece of scrap on wheels that I need to reinforce to take a guy."
    A beat.
    "He's a big guy."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
"Go on" Mercy says with a look to the guy. "What rolling scrap heap you got and need me to take a look at?" she asks, sitting on the desk and watching him with a smile. "Ah that wrench'lll find its way back here sooner or later" she muses and looks pleased. When her father is /that/ Coyote....things and tricks happen, not the fun pull a rabbbit out the hat trick. The sneaky, subtle, make your life 'interesting' type.

Mercy shakes her head and laughs softly. "You got that car nearby? We can go over it together if you want. I've nothing in the shop right now and honestly, I need the paycheck to come in. Rent" she sighs looking unamused at the idea of not meeting rent.

Grease Monkey has posed:
    "Yeah, I already got the engine working. It's mostly the frame that's giving me trouble, making it sturdy enough and still be street legal." They smirk a little. "As well as not being ugly, since he wanted to," fingerquotes, "'pick up chicks' in it."
    The rent gets a bit of a grimace and nod of understanding before they head outside. Parked in the lot is the aforementioned scrap...which has at least been cleaned up a bit, but is still very clearly, uh, a 'work in progress'. The kid seems to trust it won't fall apart, at least, as they make to drive it in to a bay if Mercy signals for such.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy does. She's giving that.....thing worrried looks. A lotta worried looks as if it'll suddenly explode on her shop floor. Grabbing a wrench and a rag and crossing to the....whatever it is, Mercy grits her teeth. "Where to start?" she asks carefully. She's got her own ideas. But this isn't one of her cars, she's not making a move until she's pointed where to begin....and what needs doing. Mostly since she knows the ins and outs of cars, and, yet....she's, well, she is also a trouble magnet.