16281/Road Rage Trip

Road Rage Trip
Date of Scene:	08 November 2023
Location:	Mercy's Garage
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Mercy Thompson, Sprite

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Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy has more off worked on VW bug that she recently worked on for someone. She needs to road test it and got it okay with the owner to do so. So she's got all sorts of stuff packed up but had something special in mind. She's leaning on the hood of the bug and waits for Sprite to show up. She had called the long lived trickster to join her on a trip for a few hours giving her some details. Letting her know they'll be driving somewhere, but maybe bring the 'loud knife' if she's willing too.

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite is usually willing to show up if someone calls her. Her knife is always available for her, so she shows up, in jeans, and a jacket, and t-shirt. She drives her special ride in, heading to park there near the building. She shuts off the car, and starts towards the building.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "We'll be gone a bit, you wanna put your baby in the garage and have her in the security?" Mercy is all smiles as she immediately comes to admire her work and see how the car is doing. Looking at the tires and just admiring the vehicle. "Still happy with her I trust?" Mercy is all smiles at seeing Sprite.

Sprite has posed:
    "Probably a good idea." Sprite says. "Open up the door for me?" The tires show some decent wear; Sprite drives her new car quite a bit. "And I love her, honestly. It's been a very long time since I had someone make something for me. And you went above and beyond on that. You did more than you had to."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy does that and will make sure to set up her security system and get the cover out she keeps for cars to help hide the car and make sure that baby is nice and safe and tucked in. Well for Harlem anyway. "I loved making her and working on her. She's a real beauty." With that said and done she'll go back to the 'Baja bug' as it were. "So shall we head out then? When in the car I'll tell you what's going down."

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite does something Mercy may not have seen her do; she just raises her hand slightly, and the car lifts up and glides over to the garage bay. Only floating a couple inches off the ground, but she apparently didn't want to get back in and restart her. She'll put the car down in the bay, and then looks over. "Sure?..." she says, a little bemused. Being the original trickster, she has respect for scheming and tricks, so she'll give Mercy her chance, in case.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    They get in the car and it starts right up. Mercy gets things and adjusted to get them heading west out of the city. "So not sure how well you can teleport if you not been somewhere in like a few decades or so." She then glances over and Mercy goes on to say, "I've told you werewolves raised me right?"

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite nods. "Right..." She doesn't actually answer the question about the teleport. After all, it's best if people don't know the full details of what you can do. "Planning to road trip out there?" She belts in, even though that's completely pointless for her.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Not exactly. Somewhere closer and I was going to be willing to drive there and know we should not just teleport to the destination." Mercy grins over at Sprite. "If I was going to invite you to my extended family I'd give you more heads up. This is sort of a half step that way though. There's a small pack out in West Virginia nowhere. The alpha of that pack owes allegiance to the alpha of my foster father. So I was asked to go there and see if things are okay. It likely is nothing just a chance to go way off the beaten path. But figured I rather have some big power back up and an escape plan. I highly doubt a werewolf could do anything to you." She glances over and then adds. "Or we can just go get clams from Boston and just make a short road trip if you're not interested."

Sprite has posed:
    "Interesting. And depends? I mean, I'm not indestructible, but it would take a lot to do anything to me." The red-head turns on the radio to see what station Mercy has tuned in. "Go for it. I can lend you a hand in case there's trouble. After all, we're on the same team and all." The whole thing about that amuses her. The team is a little dysfunctional...and that reminds her of her family.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    The radio is set to Q104.3 classic rock right now it seems, as AC/DC starts to blast out over the radio." Mercy only rubs one ear with a shoulder for a moment as she was focusing on a car that cut her off and the music caught her by surprise for a moment. "Then I appreciate it. There is likely nothing. Worse case we got a rogue or something and I put some silver into someone to remove a threat." She keeps driving and taps her phone to show where they are finally headed. "Some nowhere place called hacker Valley West Virginia."

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite nods, approvingly, as she hears the music. "I'm sure we can deal with it. I haven't been out in West Virginia since...well, it's been a while." The redhead says, and puts her feet up on the dash.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Were you going to say 'since before it was West Virginia' or something," teases Mercy. She is driving to get them out of the city, she seems to be a careful driver as a whole and is settling in for a long drive. "Either way I get to road trip with one of the women I consider a good friend. How is this a loss?"

Sprite has posed:
    "No, I've been out since it became a state. But there's not much out there, and honestly, I'm a little more of a culture girl. I'm less with the Deliverance." She moves her fingers, playing air banjo. And of course that makes the noise.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Hey I grew up somewhere that off the beaten path," laughs Mercy. When the banjo noise starts she laughs all the harder. "You got a real purdy mouth," making the sort of Deliverance joke even worse. "Kind of hard to be a werewolf and keep that a secret if you're in a large city and numbers. Sort of need a place to hunt and stay on the full moons. Not that I have that problem."

Sprite has posed:
    "No, I get it." Sprite says. "I just enjoy cities. And modern conveniences. I mean, when you've done civilization since before there was any...yeah. Being out in the woods gets old."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Hey. I moved to New York City," points out Mercy. "Though I still need to go a bit wild and into the woods from time to time. But that's like... a weekend ever now and then." She bops to the music and speeds up once they get to the interstate and out of the city. "If you want to like...wait for me to text you when we get there if you rather stay in the city or something?"

Sprite has posed:
    "Pfft. No." Sprite says. "I don't mind a road trip. Never mind a road trip. I did some epic road trips back in the sixties. This reminds me a little of that." She nods around the vehicle. "When you're immortal, you learn to have patience."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Well hell. If you wanted 60s I should have gotten the Vanagon for this." Mercy smiles at the answer, "I imagine an 8 hour drive is nothing to you huh? But I can repay you some with the cookies." She reaches behind them and pulls out some Tupperware. "I made these last night for this." It's of course filled with that recipe that Sprite shared with her recently. "We have road trip munchies!"

Sprite has posed:
    "Cookies are always appreciated." The redhead takes the Tupperware, opening it, and taking out a couple cookies. "Got a cooler back there? Or should we stop and pick up some road bevvies?" she asks. "Could be handy." She looks out the window, idly seeing the landscape go by.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I got a cooler in the hood," she points ahead of them. "Near the rifles and my other stuff. Back there I got a thermos of tea that should be hot, and a few cold sodas that are in a thermal bag." Nodding behind them as she drives. "Looks like we'll be going near Hershey. We could give ourselves chocolate comas."

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite smiles "I miss the old Aztec chocolate. It was really good. Modern chocolate isn't the same. ESPECIALLY modern Hershey's. They sold out so hard. Mr. Hershey would be turning in his grave."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I sense a story there. I admit I don't know a lot about the history of that town and dessert." Mercy is always willing to listen to Sprit's stories. "Also I can always tell you some of my stories if you rather." They got plenty of miles to cross.

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite grins. "Of course there is. Everything is stories. And feel free. I'm always the one telling the stories. So sometimes it's nice to hear someone else's." She looks to the mechanic. "Hit me with whatever you've got."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Well... what sort interest you most?" Mercy will swipe a cookie to nibble on. "Well... you can imagine being a coyote in a pack of werewolves isn't easy. Wolves kill coyotes in their territory." She grins and says, "You would not be how much the alpha's mate HATED me. I was this darling 'pet' to the pack and often drew attention from some of the others. Though I think it was more because of what I meant to a lot of the werewolves." Mercy doesn't have Sprite's talent but she's not horrible at least in story telling.

Sprite has posed:
    "Okay, the visual of you being a cute lil' yappy dog is hilarious." Sprite teases. "But you clearly did okay and made it through." She idly taps a foot as they continue. She creates a tiny little cute coyote illusion on the dash, grring.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Unsurprisingly, here aren't a lot of old photographs of 'pup' me when I was really young. Nor like paw print stamps. At least none I know about." Mercy laughs as she glances to illusion and says, "yeah probably a lot like that. I was told even at a young age they couldn't keep me in a crib. If I shifted and started to 'crawl' around I either go right through any bars too big, or climb them if they were too small. My foster mother told me they had to get an old chicken hutch lid or something and screw it into the crib to be SURE I wouldn't go out."
    The memory of her foster mother makes her smile some. "She made my foster dad do it the day after I somehow got out of the crib and out side and apparently my little form scamping around and sniffing triggered a pack member that was not good on control. The pack alpha was close by and scruffed the one loosing control just about the time I was to be a snack." She shakes her head as Mercy says, "I probably gave her a few gray hairs when I was really young. I mean imagine ME as a toddler who changes randomly into a tiny coyote."

Sprite has posed:
    "A paw print stamp." Sprite says, amused. "I need you to sign a letter or something like that to me. That would be adorable. The entire thing sounds cute." The short redhead's lips are quirked up in a smile. "I wish I had cute baby stories to tell you."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Sure," Mercy readily agrees! "Well I was always a mischief maker, I guess we had that in common." Driving with one hand she takes a sip of her drink for a bit. "So you're telling me you started off the awesome woman you are now? You got to skip the awkward teen years, and having to cope with the bratty boy who pulled your hair in elementary school?" With a shrug of her shoulders, "though I don't have that last either. Home schooled until college obviously."

Sprite has posed:
    "Yeah, it's kind of in the name. Eternal. Started this way. And that's how I'll be, forever and ever. Never actually been to a real school. I mean, not to attend it. No point." She shrugs her shoulders.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I can't speak for 'real school' either until college." She speeds up to get around a slow truck and then gets back into the right lane. Seems as a whole that Mercy is a pretty cautious drive, despite her reckless life in other areas. She looks over, "I have to tell you that going to college was a BIG adjustment period for me." Mercy shakes her head at herself. "It's funny how much we can be shaped by our environments."

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite is a little surprised by Mercy's driving style. "I'd imagine. Forced socialization is never the easiest thing. Some of my family can be downright antisocial." She idly checks her nails.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "For me, it was learning how differently humans deal with each other. I always considered myself 'human' just with like a condition you know?" Mercy glances over at Sprite with the question some. "But college was culture shock at first. Nobody responded right. I took friendliness as aggression often as well. I had to relearn a new 'body language' dialect that is totally different then werewolf. I learned it wasn't normal to always keep guns not far from reach, especially with silver bullets." Mercy takes a deep breath at a clearly awkward memory, "that's when I learned not everybody sees ghosts too. I honestly thought for all of my life until then that -everyone- could see ghosts like you see people. I had /no/ idea that was weird. How my roommate didn't think I was crazy and run away is a miracle."

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite nods at the first, then looks interested. "I don't think I knew you saw ghosts. No special requirements, just...hey, there's a ghost?" Eternals don't have much truck with ghosts.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I thought I told you." But Mercy can't be certain either. "I hate lying, but I don't tell everyone about myself right away. I tend to sit on the ghost thing more then even the coyote thing." She nods her head though to the question. "Yeah. I always saw them just like people. Sometimes they get more transparent depending on how old or weak. Lots of times they are stuck in 'loops' like an echo of a memory on replay. I tend to talk to them though and they often talk back. I thought that was normal. Like didn't everyone do that?" Mercy pauses to finish her cookie and wash it down. "That's why I don't drink alcohol Sprite. I got drunk early on and started talking about ghost I saw on campus often. Everyone looked at me funny and the next day my roommie was clearly creeped out by how silly and adamant I was that ghost were real." Mercy shakes her head and adds, "never drank again. I have too many secrets and don't hold my alcohol like most shifters seem to. I swear I seen some werewolves think a keg is just a large glass."