Owner	Pose
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir woke up a bit early. Like, from a screaming nightmare. Boing boing. And drank some coffee, and ate some waffles that she didn't know how to make until she grabbed the waffle maker, and now she is prowling around looking for random items lying around. Not stealing, just kind of.. okay, it's maybe a grey area, but she's looking for JUNK. So the emo girl comes blowing into the garage next, making a mild effort to keep quiet and making sure her gloves are on, nervously, carrying a backpack. She peeks around and tries to consider how things in the garage are USED and oh hey there might be someone in here too, uhm.. awkwardawkward.. Sheepish smile and a small wave at anybody she encounters.
Logan	A typical day in the garage. The sounds of hammering metal, curses thrown in here and there, and the unmistakeable sound of a beer can being crushed with the following sound of it being tossed in a recycle bin come to your ears. Those sounds are once again followed by the sounds of metal hammering metal, another curse, and some grumbling.     Getting up from under his motocycle, Logan moves over to the fridge nearby, opens it, and grabs a beer. Opening it with a "kir-tissh", Logan takes a drink, and sighs. He is currently wearing a grease stained white t-shirt, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and strangely clean blue jeans. Looking over at Erika when he notices her for the first time, Logan says, "You must be new."
Laura Kinney	Laura is out hunting. For a change, it's not being suspicious of Erika, even. No, there's a /very/ familiar scent, and it's the one she hauled herself all the way to this school to find. So she's tracked it through the mansion, and it's now that she opens the door into the garage, peering over. While she doesn't speak much, it's not often that she's at a loss for words.     This is one of those times. Framed by the door, she stands there, not moving.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir nods vigorously. "I am! Uhh.. My name is Erika, I thought I was, um... ordinary? Like.. Wednesday, I got medically rescued here last weekend, um... And you are? Sir?" Slightly hyper, freshly showered, edge of the recovery from something frightening. She wanders over. "Um, is there anything I can help? I mean, I'm trying to be helpful, I hate it when people I know are in trouble and I can't do anything.." Definite feeling she's not thinking about the car, there.
Logan	Sniffing absently, Logan's eyes drift over to the door. With a frown, his eyes narrow, and then he shrugs. Taking a drink from the can of beer, Logan leans against the bench, and says, "Come in if'n yer comin' in kid." Logan tosses to Laura.     Looking back at Erika, Logan hurumphs, and says, "Nice ta' meet ya' Erika." Logan looks her up and down, and then says, "I'm Logan. All you need ta' know." Logan follows that with a burp. "Good beer." Logan hmmms. "Not sure you kin help, but nice a' ya' ta' offer."
Laura Kinney	Laura takes a few steps inside. "Erika." It's less an address, more an acknowledgement. Like a "hello". Except she's not so good at hello yet. She moves in, starting towards the two of them. She addresses Logan. "My mother told me to find you." Not a one for small talk or easy lead-in.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir ohs! "You're Laura's, um... something? Uh. Well, if you let me put on, like, one of your socks or something, I'll be a mechanic like you are, probably, ish, so that's something... I mean, I'm still kind of figuring out how that works exactly." She looks back at the door, and is uncertain. "Hi Laura! How are you feeling today?" Daawh. Laura is sweet! When she isn't threatening to murder her for some reason. There's a bit of ambiguity there. She waves.
Logan	"Your...mother. Huh. Should I know her?" Logan says, non-chalantly, like he didn't care. Taking another swig of his brew, Logan shrugs and adds, "Should I know you?" His eyes look her over, and he sniffs again. "Somthing familiar..."     Turning back to Erika, he waits while the two girls say hello, and then he says, "Laura's, um, somthing? No idea. Maybe." The rest of her words he doesn't reply to, blinking when she asks for one of his socks. "Ah'm pretty sure you don't want to wear any of my socks, darlin'." Logan chuckles.
Laura Kinney	"Genetic donor." Laura answers Erika's first question to Logan, as she looks back, and raises one arm by way of demonstration, and then snikts out her claws on that arm. Shiny adamantium catches the light.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir nods, "Yeah, socks are smelly, but like, if you carry something around all the time when you are working on cars, that should work... Oh, wait, you're having a family moment. I'll just look around for a minute and let you two bond, okay?" She gives a thumbs-up and edges out of the way. Squee-ish. Hmmm, now what do mechanics carry around all the time...
Logan	Logan blinks as the "snikts" happen. Frowns. Finishes his beer. Crumples the can. Tosses it in the recycle bin, and grunts something incoherent. Shaking his head, he grabs himself another beer from the fridge, but doesn't offer any to the kids. This time.     "Hurumph!" Logan says, and grabs his wrench. "Family moment...naw. S'all good." Looking down at the can, then the wrench, Logan then adjusts his cowboy hat, and adds, "Ah'll keep you in mind kid...if I need help. Thanks." Next, Logan looks at Laura, shakes his head again, and heads towards his bike without saying another word.
Laura Kinney	Laura wouldn't know a family moment if one hit her in the head. But she is on unsteady ground. She lets her claws retract. "Mother told me to find you." She says, and then follows it up a moment later, somewhat awkwardly, with "She's dead now. I...don't know what else to do." This has been her one job so far. Get here, find the man in the picture.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir watches quietly. Wait, he's going the other way? What? That's not supposed to happen? She blinks. "Oh COME on! She's been LOOKING for you! Get back here!" She chases after him and jumps in the way, then makes a 'turn around' gesture and points with both hands back at Laura. "Go talk to her! She needs this."
Logan	Looking at Erika, Logan actually smiles. "Thanks for the push kid. Ah think I kin handle it." Shaking his head, he turns.     Turning to look back at Laura, Logan says, "Look kid...um, Laura? Hmm. I'm not really a great "father figure" type. I see from your extra.."fingers" that ya' got a few things from me at least. Best I can do is be there if you need me. Listen if you need to ralk. Ah'm usually here...hammering away...     Stepping around Erika, Logan reaches the bike. Logan looks back over his shoulder, grabs the cloth that was on the bike's seat, and starts rubbing the grease from his hands after putting down the can and the wrench. Sighing loudly, Logan gets a slightly "uncomfortable" expression on his face, as emotions start to get involved. Something he cannot deal with effectively. "Not sure what else ta' say."
Laura Kinney	Laura looks back at the "welcome". She's also not sure what to say...she's not sure how this was going to happen. But however it was, this was NOT how it was in her mind. "I..." Again, not usually one to be at a loss for words. But she is right now. She swallows a little, fighting the emotions she's experiencing. She's not good with emotions. "I will...talk if I...require it." she states, finally. She blinks once. Too much dust in this garage.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir sighs loudly. "Ohmygod. Neither does she! You can figure it out together! Laura is really nice but she's, you know, not like.. from a healthy suburban house with a picket fence and stuff. She needs someone. You can be super awk together and it won't matter! It'll be awesome! TRUST me!" So frustrating!
Logan	Nodding, Logan says, "Good Laura. Good. First on the conversation topic...how you got to be..well, mine." Logan frowns at Erika, and says, "Super awk? Kid, I don't understand HALF of what you are saying. Not like I came from a great upbringing either, over a hunnerd years ago." Logan kneels down, and starts working on the bikes again. "We'll talk. Later." He gives Laura a meaningful look, and then Erika, a meaningful look, just with a different emphasis. "Thanks fer yer help, kid." With that, Logan concentrates on what he was doing, and not how he felt. Feelings. Ugh.
Laura Kinney	Laura blinks again. "Thank you for the offer." And "thank you" is new to her. She turns, heading back into the house maybe quicker than she needs to.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir awwwhs! Crap. Was Laura crying? Maybe? "I... I need to go see if she's okay." She waves distractedly, and chases after Laura. "Laura? Are you okay?" Wait, she won't get a coherent answer from that. Uuugh. Chasechase.