Tune ups

[AST Tai]

It was her turn to tune up the General Lee, Scrappy's homid legs hung out from under the van getting soaked in the rain, and yet it didn't seem to bother her much. She pulled her horned head out from the undercarriage and looked around at her pack, Eat's was demolishing the last of the pizza box from last night, LCD was fiddling with a part for the engine, Jabber Jaw was exploring the area with Stocky.

"Can you hand me Thorson?" She asked the woman playing with the part, at that she took a wrench and tossed it to her.

Before her head popped back under the car she mused aloud. "What's the deal with this place anyways? They tell us there's no Silver Fangs or Gets, and suddenly it's like a fucking pool party up in here. AND WERE STICKING AROUND? What are we crazy? Actually don't answer that one." She went back under the car muttering in about necks and being run out... "Though I admit I could go for a couple more Vampire bonfires, that was fun."

[Abby/Blood Offerings]

She growled at the part and pulled out an old toothbrush that was missing most of it's bristles. She began scrubbing away at the part, taking off grime.

"We're sticking around because the General brought us here. It's for a reason. He put us on track to get you guys, didn't he?"

[Nate]

<Yep, yep, the General Lee generally (hahahaha) has a reason for the paths we take. Bringing chaos to an overly ordered (stagnant) society. Bringing order to pure chaos, purpose to the purposeless. Strength to the weak and a lazer-sharp focus to strength already existing. Like the road and scenery, we are ever changing, always rolling on and on and on. SQUIRREL! But I was thinking about Banana, she reminds me of that kungfu we met at that rest stop a while back. Guy was calm, centered, unflappable. Even after Eats peed on him. He said something about being fluid, which is why I think Eats did what he did. Alice is going to love this city, all those shiny mirror-like windows. The paths she'll take to and from here is going to bring some interesting things. Which reminds me, those leeches the other day were squishier than I remember. Did we just get the drop on them, or were they the storm-troopers (do you think they call them storm-troopers because they're all light and noise and little effect) of the local guys? We're gonna have to be careful when we head back, we normally get spotted pretty quick, when we get distracted. WHOA! Cliff. That's a far drop. It's not the fall that kills you (unless you have a massive heart-attack) but the sudden stop at the end. I wonder who's the end of the Leeches in the area? Probably gonna have to call in the big guns by then. Who have we met that we can call? If it's a death-trap, I'm all for calling in the local Get. Win-win!> Jabber-jaw continues rambling on and on and on. . .