Something is still wrong with reflective surfaces. [Active / closed]
Characters: Charity and Dean
Time: mid-afternoon
Location: The forge (parking garage across the street from the Blackstone)
Content: Dean and Charity work on cars (and may wind up on the subject of theology)
Format: prose
Warnings: none at the moment
Charity had spent long enough avoiding her work area. She would be cautious, but she'd had enough of hiding from her own weaponry. Everything was sheathed and that was as much a concession as she was willing to make in the forge. She was still staying away from the worst of the reflective surfaces. Swords were off-limits, she had dulled down the head of her warhammer.
In the meantime, she'd work on the old Suburban she had salvaged from the local junkyard; car engines were not as mirrored as naked blades. Her car at home was a newer incarnation of the same model, and having a familiar car would at least be some comfort. Not to mention she'd have a getaway vehicle on hand, equipped to deal with a relatively large number of passengers. It might not have helped them in the recent situation with Nicodemus, but better to be prepared.
She pulled the radiator out, sighing as she saw a rather large hole where it would not so much leak as immediately pour out its contents. She set it on the workbench next to the forge fireplace. There was no need to go in search of a new one, not with a metal shop on hand already. It would be easy enough to repair. And in one sense, the big hole meant at least she didn't have to check for the source of the leak. She lit a fire in her forge, returning to the engine until it reached workable heat.
Time: mid-afternoon
Location: The forge (parking garage across the street from the Blackstone)
Content: Dean and Charity work on cars (and may wind up on the subject of theology)
Format: prose
Warnings: none at the moment
Charity had spent long enough avoiding her work area. She would be cautious, but she'd had enough of hiding from her own weaponry. Everything was sheathed and that was as much a concession as she was willing to make in the forge. She was still staying away from the worst of the reflective surfaces. Swords were off-limits, she had dulled down the head of her warhammer.
In the meantime, she'd work on the old Suburban she had salvaged from the local junkyard; car engines were not as mirrored as naked blades. Her car at home was a newer incarnation of the same model, and having a familiar car would at least be some comfort. Not to mention she'd have a getaway vehicle on hand, equipped to deal with a relatively large number of passengers. It might not have helped them in the recent situation with Nicodemus, but better to be prepared.
She pulled the radiator out, sighing as she saw a rather large hole where it would not so much leak as immediately pour out its contents. She set it on the workbench next to the forge fireplace. There was no need to go in search of a new one, not with a metal shop on hand already. It would be easy enough to repair. And in one sense, the big hole meant at least she didn't have to check for the source of the leak. She lit a fire in her forge, returning to the engine until it reached workable heat.