11023/Not quite a cop stop.

Not quite a cop stop.
Date of Scene:	08 February 2020
Location:	Highway outside of New York City
Synopsis:	Michelle and Blurr meet by happenstance because Blurr lost a piece of
Cast of Characters:	Michelle Docherty, Blurr

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Michelle Docherty has posed:
     Michelle was tired. He just spend all day and half a tank of gas driving the Tri-State area. He didnâ??t accomplish anything useful today, but did lay a lot of groundwork. One: He failed to find Suzy at the New York Film Academy. Two: He couldnâ??t find a lawyer in New York City that was willing to start work on his case without some sort of down payment, but he DID price them out. Three: No one seemed to be hiring in the auto shops or contractor spots he was able to check on that were along his route to and from the Motel 6.

     His F450 rumbled down the highway as Michelle let it drift idly back and forth within his lane. Johny cash playing on the radio. He just wanted to get home and get some sleep and do it all again tomorrow.

Blurr has posed:
    There is something in the back of Doherty's F450 that wasn't there before. It is about the size of three fists, shaped like a sphere, and is metallic in color and composition. He may or may not have noticed it rolling around back there as he drove, especially with the music on.

    However, what he will most likely notice, is that rather suddenly, a blue and white vehicle pulls up behind him, and begins tailgating him. It is very slick and futuristic looking, almost like it was a custom rig by Stark or someone else really smart, because it doesn't look like any standard model of vehicle available on the market right now...

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Blue and white? Michelle wasnâ??t sure what sort of Police interceptors they had up here in New York. He rolls down his window and peeks his head out to check it with his peripheral vision, as the boom arm makes it tough to make out tailgaters. No, not a cruiser.

     He lowers the volume on his radio a smidge, flicks the hazards and slows down. A limp, friendly hand dips out the window next to his rear view and he flags the vehicle on by. No cross traffic coming and it can be hard to see around his big truck. He is used to being considerate.

Blurr has posed:
    Nope, the hand signal is ignored. The vehicle continues to follow him right on his tailgate. If he'd try to peer at who is in the driver's seat using his own rearview mirror, he'd find the windows are either tinted or reflective or something--there's no way to see who is inside.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
The Dorcherty tow truck keeps slowing down, 65 mph, then 60, 55, then 50... The tailgater was still there. They weren't flashing their lights, and he couldn't see the driver from his vantage point. Michelle rolled his eyes. This was one of two possibilities - Some idiot on tinder not paying attention, or someone who thought they had been cut off, time to find out which.

     Michelle pulls onto the shoulder of the road and slows down to a whopping 20 miles per hour, his hazards flashing. "I really don't need this shit today" he says to himself as he fishes out the large caliber four-shot revolver from the glove box. It's not the first time he has had to deal with road ragers thinking they would get some revenge on a Tow Truck driver, any driver for these jerks will do. He hadnâ??t even done a single Tow in New York yet.

     The Dorcherty truck comes to a complete stop and Michelle leans his head all the way out the window looking back. "Let see what gets out of the car," he needed to know if he needs his revolver or not.

Blurr has posed:
    Sure enough, even as Docherty slows down and pulls over to the shoulder, the vehicle continues to follow him, and comes to a stop right behind the two truck. However, when he leans out the window, nothing happens.

    A minute goes by. Two minutes. Several minutes...nothing, and no one. It just...sits there.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
This was a new one. An asshole who didnâ??t want to get out of the car and start screaming. The twitter idiots usually just start honking then zip on by if he pulls to shoulder. Michelle moved his truck forward another 60 yards then stopped his car again. He put his revolver in his back belt buckle. He was conceal and carry in Texas, and it wasnâ??t polite to brandish a weapon in plain view if there wasnâ??t cause. He could justify prepping it in this case. "Allright there sparky, whats your game? You cripple or something? I'll hop out if your cripple, come see what the problem is."

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Michelle opens the door to ruck and slides out, walking towards the blue and white driver side window. He isn't timid, but strolls over as if this is normal to approach and tap on the tinted windows.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr watches as the Terran man gets out of his vehicle and comes toward him. Great, this wasn't how he'd hoped this would go. He didn't want to be that obvious, but also didn't want to risk losing it, either, given the amount of traffic around these heavily populated areas.

    He activates his holoprojector, and slides the window open. So Docherty would see what appears to be a blond-haired teen boy sitting in the driver's seat. "Um, hi?" the teen says, looking out at the Terran.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
"Hi there," Michell bellows in his largest friendliest bellow. "Might I ask what in tar-nation you needed me to pull over for? Something wrong with my truck?" He motions back over to towards his fender. "You even old enough to have a license there little fella?" The big burly bear doesn't take his eyes off the scraggly teen, watching his hands and checking the passenger side and back seat for other passengers. Then he does a quick glance around ever so often to make sure someone isn't trying to flank him in a car jacking. Something is very wrong.

Blurr has posed:
    Nope, there is nothing and no one else in the sports car, at least it doesn't appear so. In fact, the inside looks to be extremely pristine, as if not a single soul had ever used it. "Uh--uh--" the teen stammers. "--nothing, sir. Never mind. I--um, I thought you were someone else. Sorry. Really sorry."

    The avatar glances toward the back of the truck in front of him. "Umyeah. Carry on."

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Michelle shakes his head, looks back at his truck. "How many people do you know drive a boom arm tow truck with texas plates?" He chuckles. The big giant starts walking back towards his driver side, the glint of his handle peeking out from a partially tucked in shit. He stops for a second, then turns back towards the car, pulling a slip from his vest pocket. "Hey kid, you driving this think I can see you get in a bit of trouble." He extends the slip out, "You ever get stuck in a ditch or need an onsite repair to keep momy and dady happy, give me a call. I'll fish you out. I can also do on site repairs and oil changes."

Blurr has posed:
    The teen stares at Michelle as he asks that question, looking somewhat confused. Texas...plates? The slag did that mean? "Five. I know at least five people." he answers, making up a number. He takes the paper, looking down at it and nods. "Thank you."

    There's something else odd about this kid, it's not just the inside of his car that looks too clean to be real, he himself also kind of looks too perfect to be real. As if he came out of a magazine or advertisement.

    If Docherty goes back to his truck and starts to have a look, he may notice a strange-looking device on the floor in the back, something not quite like anything he's ever seen before...

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     "Five huh? And tell me again how big the fish was?" Michelle shakes his head and heads over to his truck for a walk around. The preppy future basement dweller definitely needed some life experience, or at the very least a good stripper. He kicks the tires and checks the flatbeds, then he sees something a little odd nestled between the boom arm mount and cab. "What the hell is that?" Then glances back at the kid.

Blurr has posed:
    The smelt? The teen quirks a brow at Michelle. "What fish? Did I say something about a fish?" he asks, completely confused.

    The device is spherical, but seems to be made of many interlocking parts that are arranged in such a way as to form the shape of the sphere.

    Blurr doesn't reply to the question, but desperately hopes this Terran doesn't touch that thing...

    "So um--anyway, you should just be on your way now. No harm done, sorry to inconvenience you." he says loudly as Michelle walks around the truck.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Michelle forgets about the kid for the moment. He knew the difference between novelty and art. This thing was intracate and the planning it would have taken to layered in the sheet metal to do that would have required a couple hundred labor hours at least. It was down in crook and his arms didn't reach that far to both get over the boom mount and across to the center of the truck. He pulls a snag line pole from it's tube along the length of the axle then walks back to try and fish the sphere out. It could fly outa the bed and cause a serious accident if it jostled out at highway speeds due to a pothole. "Is this yours kid?" he bellows out as he tries to hook the clipper on something that could catch on the orbs multi-parts.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
It made sense, this was some college kid art major who somehow lost his thesis piece in the back of his truck.

Blurr has posed:
    Aw, slag. As Michelle manages to pluck the strange object out and finally gets it into his hands, when he turns to ask that question, he'd find the teen not in the car any more but suddenly standing there next to him. "Uh--uh--sirpleasedon'ttouchthat." he blurts out urgently.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Michelle didn't understand a word the teen said. He gripped the sphere under his left arm in a football cradle in a startled reflex when the teen suddenly appeared behind him. Kid has soft feet. "Woah now. whah? Speak english!" he holds his right hand up, palm forward in a calming motion, and in case this kid does do somethin stupid like take on a full grown man over twice his size. This was getting dangerously close to meth head car jacking territory.

Blurr has posed:
    "I said, please don't touch that." The avatar repeats, at a normal pace this time, though still looking rather nervous. Soft feet, perhaps, but it had only been a few seconds, and the other vehicle was at least a full car's length behind his truck. How did he get up here so fast?

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Michelle noticed the car door was still closed on the blue and white. The kid had moved 60 feet without making a sound, and New York was known as a hot bed for them super human types. The big man's face changed from jovial alarm to something harder for a moment. "This is your right?" He underpalms the sphere like a basketball and holds it out to the teen. "I appologisee. You shoulda just let ole Docherty know it was back there and we coulda fished it out no problem." He turned sideways a smidge and grabbed his belt behind his back. New York was a little spookier than he thought.

Blurr has posed:
    Yep, the door was definitely still closed. "Uh, no it's not mine, but I'll happily take it off your ha--" But he doesn't get to finish the thought, because there is suddenly a line of red light that appears in one of the lateral grooves on the sphere as Docherty starts to hand it over. The interlocking parts turn and shift, reshaping it into a dodecahedral-shaped structure as the red lights pulsate faster and faster.

    "Frag!" The teenager shouts and grabs the object. It's hard to discern exactly what he's doing, he's moving so fast, but there is definitely a dedicated pattern to the series of motions that appear to shift the various panels and parts back into the original spherical form. Once that's done, the red light fades away. Phew!

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Definitely one of them meta human types. The bear moves his hand away from his belt buckle. At that speed he probably wouldn't be able to draw the weapon if he needed it anyway. "You okay?" He asks in genuine concern. "What is that thing? And if it's not yours, then whos is it?" He points at the sphere, then leans up against the side of the truck, relaxed, as non threatening and casual as a 6 foot, 250 pound man can be to a scrawny kid that weighs a buck-ten inside a wet paper bag.

Blurr has posed:
    The teen looks relieved as the device seems to go back to its original configuration. "Yes, I'm fine. And it's uh--" Scrap. "I have no idea what it is! Like I said, it's not mine." Sure, sure it isn't. Especially with the way he seemed to operate it like a normal teen would operate a smartphone.

    "And I don't know whose it is, but as I was saying, I'll happily take it off your hands. Always looking for weird stuff to add to my--um, collection."

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Michelle pops open one of the small tool lockers over the wheel wells of the truck and pulls out a oily burlap sack, crusted with a bit of dirt and grime. Michelle decided to test the waters, "If its not yours then what would you say if I asked you if I could hold onto it for ya? The person it does belong to may come lookin for it, and may remember my truck." He points at the gold lettering decal and phone number on the side. "I might be able to get it back to whom it belongs easier than you kid." Docherty grins and chuckles. "Here, if your worries about it going all Rhubics cube if someone accidentally hits the windows key, you should probably keep it in something." He offers the burlap bag.

Blurr has posed:
    Ughh. Blurr facepalms internally. Sure, he has a point. Just not one he'd expected the Terran to bring up. "I would say that--" He sighs, or at least makes a noise that mimics that of a sigh. Why in the afterspark did everything have to be so difficult? "UghfineitismineIjustdidn'twanttotellyoubecauseIit'saschoolprojectanditlooksdumb."

    He stares at the burlap bag. Really? As if that's going to do -anything- at all if it does go off...

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Docherty gets it now, this guys is a speedster! Like the flash or whatever he remembers seein on the youtube and CNN apps. "Kid, I don't understand lick of what you just said. But if your gonna lie to someone for their own good, make it one where they don't have a choice about what they think they should do with it." It's starting to get dark, and he didn't know if New York had an under 18 cerfew against teen drivers.

Blurr has posed:
    "Sorry. It is mine. It's a school project, but I just didn't want to tell you because I thought it looked dumb." The avatar reiterates. He turns, taking the device with him as he starts to head back toward the futuristic looking blue vehicle. "I can get myself home, don't worry about me."

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Docherty shakes his head and throws the burlap back into the tool shed. "Shcool project my ass." he mutters under his breath. That thing was something else. If it didn't glow or do the reconfig, sure, work of art... but that motion. NOTHIN moves like that in a natural mechanical sense. "Hey kid. If you get in trouble, or you wreck that car of yours, gimmie a call. I'll come dig you outa a dich if you get your fender caved in."

     He seemed like a good kid. Though he was from a ritch family for sure. But to have to grow up like that must have been rough. "And yeah, Ole Dorcherty will worry about you. Thats what people do. Worry about each other." He grins and starts walking towards his driver side. He turns back, "Whats your name anyway?"

Blurr has posed:
    "Sure thing, thanks." The kid replies. Though he pauses and peers back at Michelle at the bit about worrying. "They do?" he asks, sounding rather ingenuous. "But you just met me."

    "Oh, it's uh, Michael." he answers to that last question.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     "Yeah," Michelle bellows in hearty laugh, "We are supposed to worry about each other. I don't care if you are one of them speedsters. You were worried about me touchin that thing for whatever god awefull reason, you just wern't sure how to handle it right?" The big bear shakes his head, "Means you got a good heart. Means yer good a person. Regardless of what you are. Simple shit really. I allways do right by people with good intentions. Makes the world a better place." The big guys climbs in his truck. He's not good at philosophical explinations. Keep it simple. His truck rumbles back to life as he turns the ignition key to start driving off.

Blurr has posed:
    Yeah...sure. A good person. Right. "You say that because you don't know what I -really- am..." he mutters to himself once the Terran has driven off. He would then secure the grenade and deactivate the avatar before driving off, too.