11161/Wrenches, Wenches and Bikes, Oh My!

Wrenches, Wenches and Bikes, Oh My!
Date of Scene:	07 March 2020
Location:	Mercy's Garage - West Harlem
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Mercy Thompson

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Gambit has posed:
Like most vehicle owners, Remy's first thought was "It's probably nothing." Followed closely by "It'll fix itself with a few miles and a fresh tank of gas." Still after a little longer he's finally arrived at "Maybe I should get this looked at." So after getting some advise from a friend he is piloting his bike to a small garage in Harlem. It's a speed bike, metallic paint that is black or blue or purple depending on how the light hits it. The words "Eye of the hurricane" stencil on the side. "'Ello?" he calls out, "Anyone dare?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy rolls out from undr a Porsche. Yes. Somebody in this bit of the city owns a Porsche and trusts her to fix it. "I'll be with you in a sec" she calls, watching the bike as she pulls herself to her feet and wipes her hands. "So what can I do for you?" she asks noticing the bike. "Let me guess, it's not working right and you figured it'd fix itself? I get that a lot" Mercy says. "I've not a lot going on so I can slot you in right now. But I don't usually work on bikes "Mercy offers with a smile.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit and shakes his head. "What c'n Ah say," he says with a shrug, pretty much admiting to her that she's dead on. "Basically it makes a weird lil whine once Ah get it above eighty. Didn' used to, an' Ah've 'ad 'er up ta well above 120 before wit' no problems..

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy Thompson says, "Weird little whine?" she says. "Don't get on it when it's above 80 and there's no weird whining" she adds with a ndod. "I'll take a look. Sounds like something's going on at speed. I can take a look now if you want" she offers and looks to Remy then the bike. "Eye of the Hurricane huh. So it's still and calm when everything is raging around you?" she adds with a knowing smile. "Nice name for that bike""

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins wickedly behind his sunglasses, which he keeps on dispite having stepped into the garage. "Dat's it exactly. No mattah 'ow crazy de worl going on around me is, dis mah one little spot of peace." He says stroking the bike the way many men might stroke the back of a lover. He nods though, stepping back and offering her the keys.