Owner	Pose
Pulse	Gus rides into Harlem looking for the garage one of his buddies told him about. His Harley softail is flat black with custom art work; flames winding around a bloody sword. He sees Mercy's Garage, turns in and parks out front. Gus climbs off, puts his flat black beanie helmet on his bike gives the place a once over from the outside. He is wearing black boots, skinny black jeans and a tight black t-shirt with what looks like someone's nautical themed tattoo art on the front. Every visible inch of skin up to his adam's apple is covered in tattoos. Gus runs a hand through his hair and walks inside. "Hello?"
Mercy Thompson	Mercy's underneath her latest project, an Opel Kadett that's been leaking more than the Exxon Valdez ever did....as she hears the bike and thre question. "I'll be with you in a minute" she calls, wearing her coveralls with her boots. Rolling out from under the car, Mercy gets to her feet. ?B?#Can I help you?" she asks and snags a rag to clean her hands with. She's got her hair tied back and has been working on that damned Kadett all day.
Pulse	Gus turns toward her when Mercy answers. He looks Mercy up and down, clearly surprised. "Yeah, I heard you were good with bikes? Need someone to check mine out."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy looks over with a nod. "I can work on most things. What do you need?" she asks and looks at the bike, then cranes her head a little to study the figure. "If you'd like to book the bike in and make it all official, I'll get to work on it now" Mercy says and gestures to the office. "Simply sign the forms and I'll look them over then start working on your Harley" Mercy nods.
Pulse	Gus puts one hand in his pocket and thumbs his nose with the other hand. "Nah, I'd rather not, you know? I can pay cash, bit extra to just get it done. Shouldn't take long, it's just idling rough and sticking coming out of first. Easy."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy raises an eyebrow with a a nod. "Alright, pick a spot to sit and I'll get to work" Mercy nods and grabs a wrench. "So who told you about my garage?" she asks before diving into work on the Harley. She's got a good idea why it's idling and sticking...just needs to tweak a few things....as Mercy glances over. "So you are....?" Mercy asks with a look, wrench in hand as she's sitting by the Harley and wrenching the enginee, or, finding a way to get to the engine to fix it without even taking anything off. Mercy's that talented, really.
Pulse	"Trip, he said you did some work for him," Gus answers. If Mercy remembers, Trip is a wiry white kid who has tattoo shop not far away. Guss takes a seat and watches Mercy when he thinks she's not looking as she works. "I'm Pulse. And you're Mercy, I guess. How long you had this place?"
Mercy Thompson	Mercy nods. "I'm Mercy" she says and glances back to the Harley. "Oh, Trip told you? He's a good kid. Little wiry but a good kid nontheless" Mercy points out with a smile. Hearing the metal bump and smelling lead and gun cleaner, she's on edge a little. It's not that she's not got guns of her own, it's....more she's not a fan of people bringing guns into her garage though.
Pulse	"Yeah, does good work," Pulse says with a bit of a chuckle. "Don't drink with him though, total ass when he's drunk." Gus looks around a bit. "You work on bikes a lot? Most people don't do both, y'know? Knew like one guy back home who did, and he sucked."
Mercy Thompson	"You don't say" Mercy says and is working by feel, her eyes on that Pulse guy. If he's got a weapon of sorts....Mercy may get her own. Though Mercy's got a few tricks up her sleeve, as she's having trouble with the gearbox, but she's still uneasy about the smell of gun cleaner and lead. Still....she's got her own weapons hidden away. That, and she's slowly working on the bike....as she's well aware of where her own weapons are. She's at least assuming it's a weapon, after all, the smell of lead and gun cleaners aren't found in cutlery, really....
Joseph Miller	Joseph Miller comes riding up to the garage in a large custom made bike. it is based on the Harley model. He will park just outside the door so he is not in the way. He climbs off the bike, walks inside to have a look, seeing Mercy is busy he will step aside, and grabs a soda if there is a drink machine.
Pulse	Pulse eyes the newcomer suspiciously, then glances out at his bike. The bike gets an appreciative look, but Pulse keeps an eye on the new guy. "Figured out the problem?" he asks Mercy.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy's got one arm in the Harley as she spots Joseph and waves to him. There's no subtle way to ask Pulse, really. But....Mercy has a hunch her....boyfriend, all six feet of him, won't like people bringing things that reek of gun cleaner and lead, into Mercy's garage, work or no work. She's figured out the problem, but it's not a simple fix. "Alright" Mercy says to Pulse. "I can either fix this one of two ways. I can either loosen up the gearbox, which means your gears will be moved further on away from first. Or I can have the cogs shaved down a tiny bit to avoid it sticking. The problem with that second approach is you may not always be able to go up and down gears smoothly" she explains and shakes her head. "Neither's the best idea. I could order a new gearbox, but....it'll be more expensive and more time and parts and labor"
Joseph Miller	Joseph Miller smiles and says "Hey, just thought I would see what you were up to Merc. I will be over here, don't want to interrupt your work. He opens his drink taking a sip, and leans quietly against the wakk,
Pulse	Pulse makes a face. "Shit. It's a new fucking bike," he says and sighs. "Whatever, move the gears and I'll figure something out about a new gearbox later."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy shakes her head at Pulse and Joseph. "Well I could do that but it'd need me to take the gearbox off the bike and work on it" she says softly, shaking her head. She gives Pulse a look. "Is that a new perfume?" she asks, trying to find the subtlest way she can to ask about the cleaner and lead smell. Subtlety isn't one of Mercy's thins....as she nods to Pulse. "I'll see what I can do with arranging the gears" Mercy says.
Joseph Miller	Joseph Miller looks over and says "You need me to give ya a hand with it Mercy? I should be able to help with it. Motorcycles I know a bit about well them and tractors.
Pulse	Pulse gives Mercy a 'what the fuck are you talking about' look. "No," he says, looking at her oddly. "So it's gonna be a while, right? I'm gonna go get some food and come back. Assuming no objections, he gets up and walks out of the garage to look for lunch.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy shakes her head, "Never mind. Sure, Joseph if you like, the engine idles rough and the gearbox sticks coming out of first" she says and watches Pulse. "Hey" she calls. "Wait up!"
Joseph Miller	Joseph Miller nods a bit and will let Mercy handle the customer, and will walk over squatting down checking out the bike and starting to work on pulling the gear box.
Pulse	Pulse turns and frowns a bit. He glances at Joseph and to Mercy. "What? I forget something?"