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Date of Scene:	10 August 2022
Location:	Multi-Car Garage
Synopsis:	Rogue and Nori bump in to one another in the garage! Nori wants to mod her school vehicle! Rogue warns her Jean prolly won't like that!
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Noriko Ashida

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Rogue has posed:
IT's late afternoon in the garage and Rogue is lounging in her graduation gift to herself. A 1969 Dodge Charger in black and forest green. She's got the radio on, and is enjoying a cigarette as she wears a pair of silver lensed aviator sunglasses. Her driver side door is open, and she's staring out at the front yard as some school kids play off in the distance. tapping her fingers against the steering wheel to the music, Rogue is just singing to the music playing, some CCR.

Noriko Ashida has posed:
Rogue's old red Ford truck has been out of the garage.  Going to the store incognito takes time.  Noriko knows the truck won't maneuver fast enough and she doesn't have the sheer brawn to maneuver it herself at velocities necessary to remain undetected, not to mention the potential for property damage.

It sucks being an employee.

Still, all of this cloak and cloak hasn't deterred Noriko Ashida from letting a little loose once she's hit the area surrounding the campus, stepping out of the moving truck to give it a speed boost and hop back up into the driver's seat, but not before she hops up on the back bumper, holding onto the gate as she hollers at some of the younger students.  None of them are around for miles around the truck during the trick, electrified robot mitten waggling in fast forward against the afternoon sun like a rave beacon.

Nori coasts the truck in behind the wheel with a pair of round sunglasses perched on her nose.  The way she drives is...strange to say the least.  The style varies from trip to trip or moment to moment for her passengers depending on how her mood passes in her compressed eternity.  Today, she cruises in for an abrupt and alarming HALT! on a dime and ends up looking as if she fell asleep across the wheel, horn now blaring in protest.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sits up a little higher in her seat as she sees the red truck coming in closer. "I wonder if she ever even got her license..." The Belle mutters to herself as she stands up out of her car and just leans on the door and hood. Wearing a dark green and black tantkop, a pair of black denim jeans, the Belle looks casual as ever, her hair flowing gently in the wind around her bare shoulders.

She watches the truck pause, and waits for the horn to stop.

"Everything all right in there?!" Rogue calls out to the other. "Ya look dead!"

Noriko Ashida has posed:
License?  It /is/ a wonder.

When Rogue disturbs Noriko's 'slumber,' Noriko mutters, "Damnit," as she realizes her ruse doesn't take off.  The speedster may have been falling asleep for one of her moments but she's not immune to the blare of that horn.  Shifting causes a little crackle of electricity to jump off of her as she peels herself from the car.  Her hair dances for a moment in unseen currents when she idles in the silence.

"Not dead.  Was trying to liven up my return, actually," Nori says with a laugh.  "Hey-" but then Noriko sees the Dodge.  "Heeey.  Nice.  I guess I've been hogging your truck a lot," she says with a slight grimace.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue steps around the door to her car and starts to walk toward the truck, and where Nori is. Her covered eyes give a once over to the truck before the words from the other draw her attention. She flashes a grin at her. "Not my truck. Yours and Jean's now. And I caught some'a that entrance. Wasn't sure if the cops were chasin' you or what." She teases as she puts her hands on her hips now, the summer wind blowing her hair around her shoulders.

"You likin' the job though? School is about t'start up... as I'm sure ya know. You're gonna be doin' all kindsa errands. Ready for it?" She asks, grinning at the gauntlet girl.

Noriko Ashida has posed:
"So does that mean I can make some modifications and ask for forgiveness later-hmm?" Noriko practically interrupts herself, arching a brow and lifting her chin a hair.  Almost skeptical, like she ought to be able to see fine print in one of Rogue's irises.  "Oh yeah?  No.  Just showing off for the kids," she admits with a warm grin.

"It beats sitting around waiting all day.  I've started to multi-task and interleave my schedule so I have less dead time."  Noriko doesn't really explain this in detail.  Perhaps it has something to do with multi-tasking?  She's a speedster girl, in her speedster world.

"I think the worst part is all the damn people I have to talk to, so I just try to do it all in person to keep my legs stretched.  I wish I could use computers.  I know people can order stuff on their phones.  I've seen it.  And there's something called Curb-side!"  The Japanese girl squints bitterly at the thought of all this convenience out of her reach.  "Those people don't have to wait in line behind the old farting dude and the mutant prejudiced Mom-over-the-hill," she mutters.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just grins as her right hand comes up to push her aviators up on to the white bangs of her hairline. She then drops her hand back down to her hip as she shakes her head at the other.

"I don't think Jean wants ya modifyin the truck used t'get the fat kids t'their dentists appointments." She chides in good humor.

"And ya don't need no damn smart phone. Trust me, they're killin' society enough as is. You're doin' yourself a favor by not havin' one. Makes ya a better person, I swear it." She tips her chin up toward the horizon.

"Everybody is turnin' in to tech zombies out there... ain't gonna be long at all before we find out super villains are takin' over controlla people once they start doing those brain implants more regularly."

She flashes another grin. "I think you're gonna entertain the kids plenty though with this job." Rogue says as she turns back toward the garage and starts toward it. She motions to her new car. "Ya like it?" She asks. "Hopefully it don't get shot up by aliens around here..."

Noriko Ashida has posed:
"Oh I could still do that no problem.  It'd make things easier and I would save us on gas.  Plus I wouldn't have to stop to stretch my legs and discharge," Noriko says with a nonchalant shrug.  IT MIGHT BE A GO!

"I'll just slip her a note or something.  It's good."  Sure.  Sure.  Everything is fine.  "Are you kidding me?  I have to slow down just so people can ignore me for a machine.  I have to wait for old timers to finish telling me what they did for fun in their day only to find out the old manual way sucks just as much alone and most of that stuff isn't even around anymore...It'd just be nice to be able to use the internet."  Her pout lasts for a fraction of a moment, a little longer than a micro-expression would so it shows but also shifts just as fast.

"I'm just so booooored Rogue," Noriko admits dramatically as if she can feel it in her bones, ragdolling at the waist, her metal knuckles thunking down to the floor.  She sighs and drags herself upright easly.  "Well I'll try.  The kids are sweet.  Well some of them," she thinks aloud with a smirk.

"It's tons better than spraying smelly shoes, so I guess that means I do."  Noriko's smirk broadens slightly and she shrugs.  "I gotta get this food inside though.  See you in a few," she says, leaning as she steps away toward the back of the truck with an electrified peace sign.

The speedster's form quickly blurs into action as she loads up a dolly that appears.  Then off it speeds like a little old lady on a rascal is driving it.  Somehow, between all of the little tending taps from the speedster, everything rattles on in its right place as the speedster moves the dolly along at an envious clip.