3335/Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Pimping

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Pimping
Date of Scene:	12 September 2020
Location:	Penthouse - Kord Co
Synopsis:	Ted tries to save the life of an innocent motorbike! Huntress tries to stay dry!
Cast of Characters:	Helena Bertinelli, Ted Kord

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Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress is pushing her motorcycle off the road and through the puddles of the parking lot outside Ted Kord's rich neighborhood and palace. The motorcycle looks dead. It's color has faded over time and Huntress looks annoyed that she has to babysit her 2015 ride. She sighs and pauses at the garage. The door is closed and the lights are off.

Huntress stands there in the dark as she gets out her Batphone, pinging Ted Kord a few times as her covert twitter alias, @fuckdamnshit. It glances up into the sky as it starts to rain lightly at first, then a little harder. She tries beeping and sending messages to Ted Kord again.

Ted Kord has posed:
And what would Theodore Steven Kord, industrialist, engineer and man of action be doing on a Friday night? He's in his bathrobe and sweats and texting away in a chatroom (unknowingly to a Mutant Ninja Turtle but that is another story). He sees the incoming messages on the monitor and boggles a bit. "No way." He turns on the camera. "Yes way!"

A speaker says, "Hey... you. I'm sending down my private elevator for you... is everything okay?" He quickly does as he said and puts on the coffee because wet and nasty out. We leave the gleeful hand rubbing to your imagination. Several Bwa's were Ha'd.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
@fuckDamnShit texts, "No ****** dammit, my motorcycle died. I'm standing in the damn rain. Open the garage before I get some asshole wanting to take pictures of me."

Huntress wipes her forehead as the rain starts coming down harder now and she looks up at the garage door, thinking of ways in less polite than usual.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord says, "I thought it stopped raining. Bring your bike in the elevator. It's my elevator. Come on up and we'll take a look at it. Quick like." He sends a couple of drones to throw a tarp down and runs over to a closet. Several towels and sheets are rapidly cast roughly aside.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress eyes the garage door impatiently as it rolls up and she pushes the motorcycle into the dark garage, then over to the elevator, which blinks open. She takes it to the top.

DING. The doors open and Huntress stalks out, pushing the motorcycle only a short way clear of the doors before giving up. She drips rain water over Ted's towels and floor, "It's drizzling," she reports sarcastically.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord comes to meet her with an incredibly thick blue and gold bathrobe and towel. "I uh... saw. Here get dry and I'll check on the patient. Good God! What happened to it?" A drone flies over with a tool box and drops it at his feet. "Geeze, poor baby." Huntress is forgotten for a moment.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Huntress doesn't mind Ted's attention to her motorcycle, because that seems to be what she wanted bringing it all the way over in the first place, "It died. I must have hit something. Or maybe something hit me," she says, sounding not quite sure. "I'm not a mechanic," she mutters, maybe insinuating that she can't diagnose the problem or maybe she can't maintain the bike or maybe both. "I don't think anyone saw me come up," she adds finally and after a pause, draws her wet cape off and replaces it with a blue towel.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord is looking over the engine. God's mother is mentioned a few times. "You need plugs. You need an oil change. These gaskets are gone. You... I think I can machine these parts and replace them. When did you last have it in the shop?" He looks back at the Huntress, with a cape around her shoulders and chuckles a little. "You made a cape towel. You want some coffee?" He gets up and wipes his hands.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli takes off her gloves and wipes her forearms with another towel as the other stays around her neck like she's Rocky or something. "The shop?" she repeats, as if thinking it over. It must have been quite a long time because she doesn't seem to answer very quickly, "I can't remember," she mutters, "Coffee?" she repeats again, "Yeah...thanks..." she tells him slowly, in an amazing show of politeness. She looks at the wall and interests herself in the decorations, so as to not betray her kickass exterior with politeness.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord comes back with the coffee and indicates the robe. "I may be able to save the bike. Oh screw the drama, I can save it. I can upgrade it. Put this on and get dry. It's a little big. It was Booster's. Hey be careful, you took off your gloves. You might leave fingerprints... joking. I'm joking. Superhero word of honor. Seriously I need to work on the bike for a bit. Get some automotive guys on it tomorrow but I'll start now ordering parts and such." He trails off and then ventures, "It's nice to see you again, Huntress." It is a mammoth effort to cease before making a dumb joke.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli smirks at Ted and pointy wiggles a finger at him, "I'm not on file, unless you're a bigass conspiracy theorist, then I'm probably pretty high on the shit list," she explains. Her hand has purple nails and she puts her hand back on her hip, "Yeah okay, get your guys on it," she tells him. She holds the robe for a moment and looks down at herself, "I see what's goin on," she chuckles and shakes her head at Ted. She squeaks in her wet leather as she walks back to her motorcycle. SQEEAK SQQQQQWEEAK SQWOOOSH VREEEEP goes her leather outfit.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord looks over his mug of coffee and spluts a little. "Put it on over your uniform for Heaven's sake. Oh go ahead and squeak about. You'll never sneak up on the Riddler like that. He'd laugh himself sick. My uniform wicks water away. Dry celan only of course. Grab some more towels at least." Mutter mumble grumble gripe. He goes to his computer and starts making orders. "I'm getting you a Michelin Manual for this bike." Knows what he's trying... Indeed. He smiles a little though.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli hmms and eyes Ted then looks at herself, "Don't get technical with me, mister," she says sarcastically, then as he turns toward the computer, she begins her stalk in toward him for the coffee like the WET Dark Knight. SQWEEEAK. She pauses, "I'm literally the noisiest shadowy vigilante ever," she says as she takes another towel and snakes the robe on over her tightass leather costume, muffling the wet noises forever. Then she sneaks properly to snatch a coffee, "You're joking right? I don't need a fatass manual, come on."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord points to the bike, now leaking oil. "Clearly you do. Eh, I'll automate it. The bike will send you messages when it needs stuff. "Give me oil, I need tires. All that." He takes another sip of coffee. "How were you planning on going home? With your bike in the ICU? Uber? Lyft? Call a Robin?" He holds up a phone to her. Helpfully? Not so much.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli wrinkles her nose as she looks at her bike, "You're enabling my bike...?" she wonders, clearly not enjoying the thought of her motorcycle whining and complaining to her, "Damn...". She listens to him while she takes a sip of coffee and then shakes her head again, "ICU. Pretty funny," she mutters, "What? Well...I'll call a Bat-Taxi, I don't know," she says (trying) to make a joke of her own, "What the **** is the difference? I'll make it--- oh hey, can I borrow your fancy ass flying car?"

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord looks up. "My fancy ass flying car... the Bug? Oh well... no. Not even if you asked nicely... which might not be possible. Toooooo kick ass to ask the mechanic geek nicely. He smirks a little.

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli nods her head as she takes off the plush robe, "Alright, well I'll make it then on foot," she tells him. She slinks her gloves on again and has to pull them on, "Okay, you know I'm gonna check on my bike later on," she advises him.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord gets up and walks over to Huntress. "You're walking back to Gotham, in the rain? Are you nuts?" He shakes his head. "Let me get suited up properly and I'll fly you back. Just... don't touch anything." He runs back to the sleeping area. "And don't touch the controls in the Bug either."

Helena Bertinelli has posed:
Helena Bertinelli smirks at Ted and puts the coffee cup down on the coffee table, "Oh I touched your coffee cup, my bad," she says super sarcastically, then sighs as he tries to give her even more instructions, which she's bad with. "Fine fine, you can drop me off, Dad," she says and rolls her eyes. She grabs her cape and puts it back on, "Let's go, ready?" she wonders.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord comes out tugging his gloves on. "I'm ready. You can hang onto the robe. Return it whenever. Besides you'd be squeaking the whole ride. I'll get back to you about the bike, okay? And... glad to help out. Seriously." Yes maybe he could do her history homework too. Derp.