Owner	Pose
Jason Todd	With the new year finally in progress, Jason has picked up a new project vehicle to work on in his garage. Whether he actually has customers who pay him to customize or restore cars for them isn't entirely clear; but there are several cars inside the garage space in different states of (dis)assembly. The car he is working on currently is a 1953 Desoto two-door ( https://i.imgur.com/EAdYggR.jpeg ). It's not the most flashy car in the best of times but that's the point of custom cars, right? Taking vintage and transforming it into something that actually is a work of art and design. That's what Jason enjoys about it. Classic Aerosmith tunes are playing from a beat up shop stereo as he reaches under the right rear fender with wrench to work it loose for removal.
Roxanne Spaulding	It's been a while since she got the invite to check out the garage. There was mention of her father doing such mechanical work, and her taking up slight interest in learning a few things; at least, she wants to learn how to change her own oil. And that's what brings her finally to the Red Garage. Dressed for the weather in a warm peacoat, a pair of snug fitting jeans and a grey hoodie, she ahems as if to announce her presence. Then she does it again. And then finally, she just wriggles her fingers in a wave, "Oh, uh... hey. Did I catch you at a bad time?" she calls out.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd looks up, "Hey. Nah. Just working on breaking down this car so I can take care of some rusted areas. It's going to be my next project." In addition to the other partial projects in the garage, his red 1969 Mustang Mach 1 gets the parking space of honor. Next to it is a customized street bike. Setting the freed bolts on a work bench he stands, "How've you been Roxanne? Happy new year too, by the way."
Roxanne Spaulding	It's been a while since the New Year, but she chuckles softly instead and returns the greeting. "Happy New Year to you too, about two months late though." Roxie snerks a bit afterwards. Dusting off her hands, she wanders on over to look over at the work and hrmms for a few moments. "And I've been alright. I got my Queelocke back!" Because last time, she was rather dejected from the alien-napping of the furry green creature by a certain Victor Creed. "Well, unless you count being stalked by a crazed psychokiller. But I think that's been taken care of."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd looks down at his watch, "It's just into February. Haven't seen you so why not offer it anyway" he offers with a shrug. Wiping off his hands, he leans against the bench, "A kweelock? What's that?" The shrug turns into a shake of his head in wonder, then he frowns. "Crazed psychokiller? Here in Gotham? Because.. we have those." He studies her a moment, "You're okay though?"
Roxanne Spaulding	"And I know, I'm just teasing." Roxie says, giving the thought a dismissive wave before she takes in a long and deep breath as she starts to go over the story of Queelocke and Victor Creed. "Quee!" she calls out, and then suddenly, a portal opens not too far away and out skitters a green alien monkey-cat sort of things that scurries up her leg to perch on her shoulder. "Jason, this is Queelocke. He's a pet of mine that I found several years ago. Been with me ever since." she explains.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd tosses a (clean) rag at her. "Smartass." He watches and blinks as the creature portals into his garage and moves to claim her shoulder. "holy..." he blinks again. "That's not the usual sort of pet, no." Captain Obvious approves this statement. "So what actually is it? Does it bite?" He moves a little closer to study the critter dubiously.
Roxanne Spaulding	"I mean, I don't know what he is." she admits ruefully, scritching the little fella's headfur. "I just know a bunch of alien bounty hunters want him for some reason, so they hired a crazy psychopath to steal him from me." she explains. "But he doesn't bite. He loves french fries though." Roxie chirps, looking over to the alien perching on her shoulder. "Apparently, he can teleport people or aliens for lightyears."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd doesn't reach out to touch the creature but he does, finally, smile. "Bounty hunting aliens? Teleporting monkey-cats. This year is starting off interestingly." Laughing he looks from Queelocke to Roxie. "Are they still trying to find you? Him? It? She?" he realizes he isn't sure how to reference the critter.
Roxanne Spaulding	"Yeah." she says with a bit of a frown. "Or rather, they're finding him. Something about teleporting their master to earth for some reason." Roxie says rather unabashedly. All this is normal for her after all.
Jason Todd	Jason Todd says, "Well that sounds like a fun Saturday evening" he jokes. "Nothing like adopting a pet only to find out it's involved you in an intergalactic bounty hunt. This is why I like cats." Speaking of.. There is a 'mrow?' of uneasy curiosity from the landing to the upstairs of the garage. A (very) large cat with a long coat of gray black and white tabby stripes stares down with golden eyes fixed on Queelocke. Jason pauses and glances up, "And that would be Church. He decided this was his garage. He generously lets me stay here and pay for the rent and utilities and all of his food and cat toys.""
Roxanne Spaulding	"He's kinda like a cat." she says, reaching back to offer the alien a scritch. "He likes cuddles on his terms, and will knock shit over if he's feeling cheeky." Roxie says with a hearty laugh. "And cats are always like that. They own everything." she says, not seeming to mind the kitty. "I was more of a dog person until Quee came along though."
Jason Todd	Jason Todd nods, keeping an eye on the large Maine Coon looking down from above. After a moment the cat turns and disappears back inside the upper loft, apparently not feeling social, or at least not feeling threatened. "I just don't care for being licked all over by dogs. Cats suit my personality better I guess. Or so Church has decided." Tilting his head he asks, "Have you found a place to stay? I seem to recall you were job and place hunting weren't you?"
Roxanne Spaulding	"I'm still job hunting." There's a soft sigh and a slump of her shoulders. "But I did find a decent place. Now that SAbretooth is taken care of, I don't need to worry about stalkers, so.." Which means she can live in a normal apartment again. "But I can see you as a cat person. You do things on your terms."