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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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[rebel_mortal]

*and here's a Tamar, looking distinctly unimpressed* Are you all right?

[serveditindrag]

I'm fine but Sadie's not, which is as good as saying I'm not.

[rebel_mortal]

*...raises an eyebrow* Sadie?

[serveditindrag]

My car.

[therainbowsheep]

*slides a cellphone out of his pocket and tosses it at him* Feel free to try, if you can magically get signal here. There's not all that much of a connection to the outside world.

[serveditindrag]

*catches it and-- Dave, do you have AAA's number memorized? anyway, tries to place a call, and swears at the reception* You got a land line? Something that works the old-fasioned way?

[therainbowsheep]

No, but if you stand still and make height jokes long enough, the shrimp should show up and he may be able to help you.

[serveditindrag]

*raises an eyebrow* Can I assume you know the summoning routine better than I do?

[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?"

[pendergastmon]

*--appears to be mildly startled (and if you know Ryan, that's saying a lot) -- but wouldn't you be if your best friend who you were really close to in high school though you later drifted apart because your girlfriend died in a car accident and you could never quite get over it suddenly showed up at the vaguely magical place you were staying? --no? maybe it's only Ryan, then--*

*faintly incredulous* Dave?

[serveditindrag]

*is-- okay, probably one of the few people in Gen2 the world who has ever seen much a facial expression on Ryan, minimal though they might be, and the Dave!equivalent of a Ryan!expression mild startlement is to laugh in disbelief* Holy fuck. Ryan?

[pendergastmon]

*recovers once again; and, dryly* No, I'm just a figment of your imagination. What the hell are you doing here?

[serveditindrag]

Fucking Christ. Find someone you know and they're just in your head. I guess my incredibly repressed homosexual crush on you finally wormed its way into my consciousness. My car broke down outside, man.

[ramblingbrat]

*has to grin at that, because no one can possibly be offended at such an excess of profanity even if she were the type to be, and she'll study him, hand on her hip* What, only visiting? Most of us are around to stay. Join our ranks, we have cookies.

[serveditindrag]

Unless they're magic cookies that can fix my car I'm not interested.

[ramblingbrat]

Honestly, you never know around here. You could probably find that sort if you looked long enough. *shrugs* Or, you know, you could also find someone with a talent for fixing cars, which I must admit is one of the few things not in my arsenal of talents, but.

[serveditindrag]

How long is long enough? Because if something's going to be touching my car to fix it cookies probably won't charge me three hundred bucks for glancing under the hood and telling me it's shot.