[finishing touches] - in progress
Who: Mikaela, Jetfire, Kitt.
Where: Mikaela’s shop in Zone 5.
Summary: Finishing touches of Kitt’s repairs.
Notes: Directly after this.
Right after she'd gotten positive responses from her two friends she'd dropped everything she was doing in her room and headed to her shop. It was bare, barer than a mechanic's shop had any right to be, but she was slowly working on that. Assorted tools and parts were scattered across workbenches in messy (but organized) piles and an old, broken down motorcycle sat in the back. Where she had found that and how she'd gotten it there was anyone's guess. There was a radio in the back that she'd also managed to salvage and music quietly poured from the nearly ruined speakers with an occasional burst of static.
She was currently dragging a heavy table to the side to make room for her two guests; but the damn thing was heavy and it was taking more time than she wanted. She dropped an audible explicative (or two), then settled for throwing her weight against it and slammimg it against the wall.
Well, that worked. If Kitt or Jetfire happened in upon this moment, they'd find Mikaela still leaning heavily against the table, and looking rather triumphant.
((ooc: posting order iiiissss...whoever tags first. then first after that. then...yeah. xD
*edit* Jetfire, jump in whenever you want <3))
Where: Mikaela’s shop in Zone 5.
Summary: Finishing touches of Kitt’s repairs.
Notes: Directly after this.
Right after she'd gotten positive responses from her two friends she'd dropped everything she was doing in her room and headed to her shop. It was bare, barer than a mechanic's shop had any right to be, but she was slowly working on that. Assorted tools and parts were scattered across workbenches in messy (but organized) piles and an old, broken down motorcycle sat in the back. Where she had found that and how she'd gotten it there was anyone's guess. There was a radio in the back that she'd also managed to salvage and music quietly poured from the nearly ruined speakers with an occasional burst of static.
She was currently dragging a heavy table to the side to make room for her two guests; but the damn thing was heavy and it was taking more time than she wanted. She dropped an audible explicative (or two), then settled for throwing her weight against it and slammimg it against the wall.
Well, that worked. If Kitt or Jetfire happened in upon this moment, they'd find Mikaela still leaning heavily against the table, and looking rather triumphant.
((ooc: posting order iiiissss...whoever tags first. then first after that. then...yeah. xD
*edit* Jetfire, jump in whenever you want <3))