11894/What does the Coyote nose, anyway

What does the Coyote nose, anyway
Date of Scene:	03 August 2020
Location:	Fort Joseph, Haven
Synopsis:	Mercy, Petra and Jennifer Cael run into each other outside Mercy's Garage. They talk and all decide to move the conversation somewhere more private.
Cast of Characters:	Mercy Thompson, Jennifer Kale, Petra Emreis

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Mercy Thompson has posed:
It's a little past one, and...Mercy's not in her shop. Shock, horror, she's outside it though and sweeping up the sidewalk. Something about dried blood from before she moved in here. Still though the broom's moving with a purpose, and Mercy is, if anything, dressed for thiss in ratty jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt just so she doesn't lose anything valuable if she gets blood on it.

That dn her Rabbit's hidden down the side of the shop in an alleyway, the Vanagon tucked out of sight too, and Mercy'sdetermined to clean the blood up sooner rather than later. She's not hard to spot really, come to think of it.

That and she's got a whole bag of breakfast burritos on the sidewalk too next to her.

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer Kale doesn't even HAVE a car. Not that the sorceress really needs one, but even if she did the girl couldn't afford one. Something about being a perpetual college student AND not having a real job. The girl is walking around, getting to know the new neighborhood. Long blonde hair flows freely, short sleeves revealing her prominent arm tattoo.

Mystical senses are set to 'low alert' out of habit, but it's morning so she's otherwise relaxed. Spotting the young woman sweeping up, Jen angles over across the street. She glances from the blood to Mercy, offering. "Must've been one helluva party last night."

Petra Emreis has posed:
Petra's own mystical senses had their own small 'Radar', but for the moment they were more relaxed. It'd take more than the background 'hum' to catch her attention, after all New York could be downright stifling otherwise! Her own hair downright ashen to the point it could be taken for white, the apparent young woman was wrapped in rather simple black jeans, a deep blue button-up blouse partially obscured by the slim jacket she wore over the top as she made her way down the street.

She didn't have a car either...it had taken her an embarassingly long amount of time to learn how to drive in fact, but still her path brought her towards the direction of the shop.

Still, the bloodstain? That was something Petra was far too familier with, enough to slow her roll while she drew near. "What happened?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy pauses her sweeping and glances over to the two others. "It was here when I moved in. I figured I'd clean it up but no luck today" she adds and gives the broom a half hearted sweep. "If you'd like to help out, come on over" she adds and has that nagging feeling that they are magic-y types. Looking over to them Mercy sets down the broom and tugs out a breakfast burrito. At past one in the afternoon though and inspects it keenly before biting into it cautiously. Okay, this one's edible at least. "Bloodhaven has edible quick and easy food. Didn't know that" Mercy mutters between looks at the two other witchy types.

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer Kale approaches slowly, baggy bell-bottoms softly scuffing the sidewalk with every step. She crouches down next to the blood stain, reaching out and not quite touching it. "It was here when you moved in? So not one of those 'leftover from last night's homocide' kind of stains. That's good, at least." It also means that there's probably not a need for any divination. "I'm Jennifer, just moved up from Florida."

Petra Emreis has posed:
"Sounds like it's been there for a while then?" Petra questions, hands lazily finding their way into the pockets of her jacket to a more relaxed posture. The comment on the burrito however earns a laugh, a little shrug from the paler woman. "Don't be so certain it wasn't a fluke before you change your meal plans."

Jen's words earn a nod, a little shrug with hands still tucked away. "I was thinking more 'brawl outside a bar', but yes."

Already Petra's accent, clearly carrying the educated 'Queen's English' marked her as an oursider, but the woman herself had drawn closer easily. "I suppose such things are common around this neighbourhood?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
"I didn't say when I moved in, which was last week. So it's at least a week old if not more. I went from West Harlem to here. Florida? Is it really as sunny and full of old people as TV makes it look?" mercy questions and gives Jennifer an honest, curious look and nods to Petra. "I think that's down a few streets and check he sidewalks" she offers and sets the burrito down with a look from them, to the broom, to the burrito, then the bloodstain as Mercy scuffs it with a boot. "it's dried in. No way I'm getting that outta the sidwalk"

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer Kale chuckles softly and shakes her head. "I'm from the -swampy- part of Florida." she corrects. "We've got a lot more rednecks than old people." Jen looks from Mercy to Petra, then. "From your accent I'm guessing you're also not from around here." Back to the sidewalk, then, she offers. "Gonna have to use bleach, or maybe something stronger."

Petra Emreis has posed:
"I'm 'passing through' as it were," Petra nods, the woman giving a little laugh. "Work related really, I can't say that Bludhaven would be my first holiday destination...although I am suprised anyone would pick to trade Florida for here...although I may just be going by the 'tourist image'."

Mercy's admission of defeat earns a nod, perhaps even a little whince of sympathy. "Perhaps you can put a sign over it in the meantime?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
"Oh no. I'm now picturing old rednecks. I didn't think they lived that long but a few of the people I grew up with could qualify" Mercy jokes. She adores her pack, true, but... "I grew up in the wild hinterlands of Montana, you know the Cabinet Range and the river? I grew up around there" she says and looks dubious at the idea of a sign covering up the bloodstain. "It's for reference, pretty near the Idaho/Montana line. Where I grew up. not the bloodstain. That's firmly in Joisey" Mercy says doing the exaggerated accent for comedic reasons, as she nudges the room over.

It falls with a wooden thud...and Mercy cheers up at the idea of bleach. "You got any bleach hidden away? And swampy bits of Florida? So basically, you grew up running from gators and such?"

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer Kale shrugs lightly. "Hey, I'm just starting school and found a place that's both close and cheap." Okay, so she's starting school -again-, but who's counting? She grins, then. "And yes, rednecks DO get old, too! But honey I grew up running WITH gators." she quips back. "And worse, actually."

"I'm not in the habit of dragging around a bottle of bleach wherever I go, but it's not too hard to get ahold of."

Petra Emreis has posed:
Petra was going to avoid talking of where -she- grew up, if only for the fact that she'd sound utterly crazy to most ears. Instead she's happy enough to do the lazy drift into background of conversation. At least until Jennifer talks of running with gators, earning a little soft laugh and shake of her head. "When I was younger, I wanted a kitten. I think a 'gator' is a few mangnitudes higher in the dangerous responsibility scale."

A beat, she tilts her head, a frown as her 'relaxed' sense slowly ping on something...or rather someone close-by. She wasn't 'reading' like a monster, but Mercy was suddenly getting quite a stare from Petra for a moment or two.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
"Try a pack of wolves" Mercy chimes in, then gives Petra a puzzled look. "What? I showered this morning thanks" she grumbles and iss glad she didn't say werewolves. Which is who she grew up with. "Running with gators. Running with wolves. They got a temper really but they got my back" Mercy nods keenly, still doing that whole watching Petra out the corner of her eye thingg too.

She could break out the she shi kai kan karate and bust a few bones, but that'd be insanely rude really. So would going four pawed and chewing on shoes or laces, too...so she carries on watching them. "Gators are scary though, all scaled and teeth and things, ya know? I went to the zoo one time and was scared of them"

Jennifer Kale has posed:
Jennifer Kale notices Petra's reaction, making a casual hand gesture that's not QUITE as obvious as the mystical equivalent to active sonar. Her voice is softer when she speaks. "Okay, so I didn't really -grow up- with gators, although I did date a few guys that might fit the 'scaled and scary' category."

Looking from one to the other, she offers. "Sorry for being rude, but I'm getting really strong readings from both of you on my magical geiger counter. Maybe we should take this conversation inside, off of the sidewalk."

Petra Emreis has posed:
A blink, another, Petra actually takes a step back at the forwardness of Jennifer. "That is...refreshingly blunt," the woman speaks, soft as it might be while she glances around for potential eavesdroppers. "But I...you are not wrong." Clearly, the answer to Mercy's 'What?' had been answered, but even so Petra eased her hands from her pockets to glance between the pair. "I did not expect to find people of...similar background interests in this town."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
Mercy looks from Jennifer to Petra, and gestures through the bay doors into her garage. "We can talk in there if you don't mind standing in oil slicks and things?" she offers with a smile. Okay she's joking about the oil slicks. The garage is clean to a point.

"I tripped a magic Geiger counter? hat, you carry that around with you? tick tick tick tick then I walk in, skreeeeeeeee?" Mercy asks with bluntness too. "What set it off? Actually before you answer that, we do need to talk about this off the street yes"

Jennifer Kale has posed:
"Yep, that's me. Refreshingly blunt." Jen agrees, almost proudly. Arms fold over her chest and her weight shifts from one foot to the other. "Inside, then? And I'm not afraid to get dirty." Mercy gestures and Jen is already heading for the bay doors with a lazy, rolling gait.

"It's not an actual Geiger counter, of course. More like a metaphorical one, but you get the idea."