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[serveditindrag]

Well, he’s new, of course, and he doesn’t exactly know how it all goes. That’s obvious from the way he pounded on the door and searched for a bell before entering. The fact that he’s not particularly happy is obvious as well, if one listens to his sotto voce soliloquy as he approaches:

“… fuck fuck fuck fucking hell Sadie goddammit engine stall

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[vacantheaven]

"Welcome to the living Twilight Zone." The words come from a doorway that currently contains a Cooper tuning his guitar without even bothering to look up. "We don't care who wanders in and I don't think we have a working phone but I'm pretty sure we've probably got a few axe-wielding maniacs and maybe a couple semi-creepy mechanics running around." When he finally looks up, it's with that typically careless grin. "Who knows? Anything's possible."

[serveditindrag]

Dave listens to this without an expression before looking from Cooper to the door, dubiously, as if considering whether someone will try to block it if he heads out. He doesn't answer for a moment. "Think one of the creepy mechanics has some jumper cables?"

[vacantheaven]

"Possibly." Coop just shrugs, looks around a bit, then shrugs again. "You'll have to find one first, of course. I'd offer to help but cars don't really fall under the heading of Useless Entertainment Trivia."

[serveditindrag]

"Is there one here, or am I just as likely to end up finding an Australian pearl diver or some shit?"

[vacantheaven]

"Seriously? You're as likely to find, say, a transexual, albino lizardman literally living in a closet as you are anything else." He blinks. "Okay. I have no idea where that came from but anyway. It's really not to dangerous around her most of the time. If you stick around a little while, you'll probably happen across somebody more helpful if not less crazy."

[serveditindrag]

"And you are?"

[vacantheaven]

"Assuming there's no cryptic meaning in that question, I'm a complete nutjob with an unhealthy love for Post-It notes and popsicles, a.k.a. Cooper. You?"

[serveditindrag]

"You failed the test. Now you'll never share the secret handshake with me. I'm Dave Micklejoen."

[vacantheaven]

He sighs, over-dramatic as always. "Well, damn. Ain't that just the way? Nice to meet you. I'd offer a hand but that's usually easier when I'm standing and, at the moment, half of my ass is numb so standing is out of the question."

[serveditindrag]

"What, you can't reach up?"

[vacantheaven]

"Of course not! What do you take me for? A fully functional humanoid being?" But he'll rest his guitar across his lap and offer a hand anyway. "It's a weirdass angle from down here."

[serveditindrag]

He holds out his own hand and takes Coop's, two fingers raised on the other. "Boy scout's honor not to snap your wrist."

[vacantheaven]

He laughs a bit as he shakes the hand. "Much appreciated. After all, I need both hands free of casts and such and working properly to play guitar. As well as to do all of those other thing hands are necessary for that other people might argue are more important."

[serveditindrag]

"Sure. Wouldn't want to get in the way of musicianship or eating or anything."

[vacantheaven]

"Psh. Who needs hands for eating? You ever seen one of those contests where you've gotta eat, like, a whole pie or something without touching it with anything but your face?"

[serveditindrag]

"Firsthand? No. Heard stories about people puking their guts up from them for like the next week from those, though."