17534/Coyote and Pan Hijinx

Coyote and Pan Hijinx
Date of Scene:	31 March 2024
Location:	Mercy's Garage
Synopsis:	Sprite visits to avoid a case of the lonelies.
Cast of Characters:	Sprite, Mercy Thompson

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Sprite has posed:
    Easter Weekend. Or, Transgender Day of Remembrance Weekend. Or, just plain Saturday. Take your pick. Sprite stops by her current favorite mortal's place to see what she's up to. Because while she would never ADMIT it, she misses having "family" around. Someone who chats with her and makes her cookies is an appropriate substitute. So she heads to the garage, late here on Saturday evening, before rapping at the door. There's a brown paper bag hugged with one arm.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy spent a fair bit of the day baking for tomorrow. She plans to go to her church and bring many sweets and the like. But that was done earlier today, and now Mercy is in full on relaxing mode this Saturday night. With the sound of a knock on her door the TV gets muted and only a soft sniff tells her who is there. Hopping up the shorts and tee shirt wearing Mercy throws open the door, "Hey Sprite! Welcome." Stepping back to let the Eternal into her home. "What did you bring?"

Sprite has posed:
    "Wine. Treats. A morose attitude." The short redhead looks over, and steps inside, passing the bag over to Mercy. "How's it going?" She sniffs the air. "Someone's been busy."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy takes the bag and then offers a quick one arm hugged to Sprite. "Well I made a bunch of cookies and other stuff. Naturally I made extra so if you want some, help yourself." She looks into the bag as she heads to the kitchen. "I got extra milk too from the farmer's market so it's that natural thick yummy kind. Far as sweets I got some kiss cookies, some frosted eggs, and lots of silly theme styled stuff."

Sprite has posed:
    "Oh, the kind that milk SHOULD be?" Sprite says. "Honestly, leave it to the American government to take things too far. They have a habit of that. They start with a good idea and then never know where to stop." She looks over as the clock officially clicks past midnight, returning the one-armed hug. "Happy Zombie Jesus Day. Or, day of visibility. Take your pick this year."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Yes, that kind!" Mercy agrees without hesitation. "It's so much better for baking too. Even if it doesn't keep as long, but then again why should cookies need to keep?" Mercy smiles at the clock, "Happy Zombie Female Jesus day to you too, Mercy." Sure she is religious but she's not going to get bent out of shape about stuff like many may. "That makes me curious. Did you ever spend a long period of time living as other genders?"

Sprite has posed:
    "Sure." Sprite says. "I've been a boy, I've been a girl." She says, casually dropping that. "Honestly, most of the time, it doesn't matter a lot for me, given the age I'm stuck at, so it's just a ten-degrees off-center thing." She shrugs her shoulders. "There's some brie in there if you want to toss it in the oven for baking. Might not be a cookie, but makes a good grown-up snack. "And Jesus wasn't female. Isn't? Wasn't? Take your pick." The Eternal says.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I figure it matters a lot more to you and people you may be interested in or to date," offers Mercy as she looks at Sprite and tries to picture her as a guy. "I guess because I met you like this I just think of you as 'fun girl friend' but I'm sure I could adapt if you ever choose to be something or someone else." Mercy wastes no time getting her oven back up to temperature and ready for the brie. "Maybe I've been with the Amazons too much and think Mary and fem Jesus be pretty popular in today's time."

Sprite has posed:
    "Most people don't want to date someone they see as a kid." Sprite points out. "And I'm not a shapeshifter; I can't just decide to go from an innie to an outtie. Only when we use the Activation Chamber. And even then, only when we want to. Usually we swap out every twenty-five thousand years or so. I spent most of recorded human history as a boy." She explains. "I've only been a girl this time since 1906. And the Amazons have a lot of gods, and goddesses. But Jesus of Nazareth was a guy."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "You're not a kid to me," offers Mercy. It may not seem like much but she can understand Sprite's woes at last some. "So, now that you had a century as a woman, do you like it at all? Miss peeing standing up, glad you were a boy in the past? Or would you rather just talk about anything but yourself and the past?" She can pick up on some of the less then chipper mood her friend gets at times. She knows the historical Jesus was a guy, "like the old men in ancient times would listen to a woman? Let's be honest, Christianity as a whole is not so 'girl power' as it could be."

Sprite has posed:
    "Nah, it's not. But that's because history as a whole isn't terribly girl power. Let's face it. With humans, the male of the species is usually bigger, stronger, more aggressive. Which means that unless the women have a sufficient tech level, magic level, or some leveling factor, it's hard for them to be on a level playing field. Sucks." She admits. "Sure. I mean, it's interesting. It was something NEW to do. And kind of a...I dunno. Commemorative marker? We don't die often. So, I figured I'd mark this one." She smirks a little at that. "It's not often you have a city dropped on you."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Ouch, No 'girls are smarter' line?" Mercy clutches her chest as if her heart is in pain and mock stumbles. She can only keep it up for a moment before her smile spreads on her face. The brie is put into the oven to warm, and a glass of milk is offered to her guest. "That sounds like it hurt, at least for a moment. Someone really wanted you dead then huh? Oh hey, in the gossip line. I met someone else who could turn into a coyote. But it wasn't like me. So... just one of those fake out things."

Sprite has posed:
    "Nah, the Great 1906 Earthquake in San Francisco." Sprite clarifies. "Wasn't a person trying to kill me." She sips the milk. "But when half a city lands on you and then a tectonic plate decides it wants to flex on you...well, we CAN be killed, it just doesn't stick." She shrugs, and then looks interested about the last. "That's cool. I tried checking with Tigra on the Avengers to see if she knew anything about the lycanthrope thing, but seems like that's not her end of it. Tried to get you an Avengers ID card."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy blinks at the return news from Sprite, "you... did that for me?! Wow. I mean I've seen pictures of Tigra on the news a few times. I wondered what her scent may be like. I can't imagine the Avengers would want me. Not sure they have a lot of mechanical work I can do." Mercy drinks her own glass and nods to go on about her side of things. "Yeah. She's magic of some kind. Instant change, but her clothes do the hammer space thing. Different tribe then my father and she says she does the 'reborn' thing some too. Implied her memory isn't so good so nothing compared to you." Mercy sets out two small plates and forks for them to use later.

Sprite has posed:
    "Still, could be cool? Sometimes it can be nice to have people who understand your situation." Sprite smiles, a little forced. "I know I'd give up a lot to have my "family" around here."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Maybe. I'll have to see." Mercy leans against the counter and watches Sprite for a short moment, mulling over her thoughts. "I do wish I knew SOMEONE that knew my father, or even who or what I am. I have no ideas about what to look forward to. I know about werewolves and some of them can live centuries like it is nothing, is that something I should ask you about? Why is it that some magic just goes glitchy as hell around me, and what do coyotes and ghosts have to do with each other?" She has a lot of questions. But hearing the pain and strain in Sprite's voice Mercy comes over and offers the shorter woman another hug. "You want a taller, surrogate, little sister? Being alone can suck massively."

Sprite has posed:
    "I wish I knew more. But while I've got a lot of powers, "randomly knowing stuff" isn't one. I've tried to look into it some for you. I just haven't had a whole lot of luck so far. I'm cosmic, not magic, so it's not a 1:1 overlap." She blinks some at the offer. "You're my favorite mortal right now. Why do you think I vist you so much, goofball? I like you."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Don't feel bad. I've been looking most of my life and not come up with anything. I be scared to ask someone with magic to try and divine my past." For more then one reason honestly. Mercy smiles and slips away from Sprite to go get their warmed up Brie and refill their milks. "I'm glad you do visit me. I love our times we hang out. You notice I didn't ask anyone else to go on a road trip with me." And that had nothing to do with hiding dead bodies.

Sprite has posed:
    "Sometimes that's a good idea. Magic can be...woobly." Sprite says. She's been sipping the wine and she might be a little affected. "I just..." Sprite taps her nails on the table. She's morose to start with, and the wine may not be helping that. "I'm tired of being alone." she sighs. "I'm just...tired."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy moves slowly to Sprite. She isn't sure if this is going to be welcome or not and she gets behind the shorter woman. The mechanic asks, "You wanna spend the night?" She will hug the woman from behind. "Hell I can even go Coyote if you want something furry to be around with." She also tries to subtly get the wine out of Sprite's reach. She's a bit worried about her friend.

Sprite has posed:
    Sprite blinks, and looks surprised as she gets hugged. "Oh, I don't need to do that." She shakes her head and waves a hand. "I'm all right. I'll be fine. I just...I'm in my head. And that's not a good thing in general for us." She forces a slight smile. "I'll be fine, Mercy. I always am."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "You do know I am better then most humans about knowing when I hear a lie. Mind you I also am sure you can fake it better then anyone else I know." That is when Mercy tries to use her position, training, and more to surprise Sprite. Lifting and twisting to try and quickly pivot so she can attempt to get Sprite tossed into the couch. If that works she plans to to jump at the woman and pin her some. "So what do we Netflix or what?"

Sprite has posed:
    "Yeah, well...' She blinks, as she gets grabbed. She gets tossed through the air...but she sort of tumbles there in the air above the couch. She spent quite a while as Peter Pan; flight is second nature. Of course, then she CAN get pounced. She's not exerting enough force to suspend both of them. "Do you throw all your houseguests through the air on a regular basis?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Nope. Then again you are my most regular, non-furred, guest." She does own a cat after all. Mercy will smile down at the woman. "I am talking to someone who's a better trickster then I ever can be. And I am legendary in my old pack. They still don't know how I did things." She grins down and says, "My friend is hurting and sad and I want to make you happier." She will sit on the smaller woman and asks. "So how do I make my friend happier?"

Sprite has posed:
    "It's not a competition. Being a trickster is a good life goal." Sprite says. She's trying to put on a smirk till Mercy asks her the last. "Live forever. I could use more people in my life that do."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Hmm... so be a trickster and live forever." She looks thoughtful as she taps her chin. "I mean the stories of Coyote are of being a survivor. Who knows, maybe I'm a god reborn or something." She looks down and asks with mock serious voice and expression. "Do you really WANT me to be around forever and your friend? Think of all the cars you'll have to fix." Mercy shows her teeth in a rare fierce grin.

Sprite has posed:
    "Yeah. I approve that. Get right on that. Besides, eventually they'll invent something better than cars. And then you'll have to learn how to fix that, or else need a new job." Sprite says. "Everything changes."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I thought I did a fair job on your baby I built." She grins at the idea of future transportation. "I'll have a good long career then if I learn to work on flying cars." Mercy is pretty sure this is helping, maybe a little. "I mean maybe you know where the fountain of youth is or something to help me get all empowered?" Mercy will state, "so I got some shorts and a shirt you can borrow when you spend the night."

Sprite has posed:
    "You did. It's a great car. I enjoy it." She laughs a little at that. "So you've decided I'm staying. Fine, put something good on. We need pizza. Pizza is required for sleepovers." Sprite says. But she's also not arguing the concept of staying over, either.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "That's better! So we going to load up on meats, veggies or both for pizza?" With that Mercy goes to get set up on a night in with her bestie as she tosses the remote to Sprite to pick what to watch.