In the bar.

[ofthefamily]

Rosalie has been tinkering with the Mercedes. It's hard for Carlisle to be more than slightly agitated about this, though he tries. Rosalie knows what she is doing when it comes to cars so he doesn't begrudge her that small assertion of knowledge.

But she was tinkering with the transmission and Carlisle can hear it shift weirdly on his drive to

Comments

[neuroinvasive]

What about being watched from over the back of the seat. She's nosy and doesn't know a whole lot about... well whatever he has in pieces.

"What's that?"

[neuroinvasive]

"How would you get to understand them better?" Plotting how to help? She at least doesn't look like she's up to something outright.

[ofthefamily]

Laughing, "I don't know. Telepathy might be nice."

[neuroinvasive]

"Oooh!" Well if thats what he wants... "For a little while?" She wouldn't want him going crazy, she's trying to avoid that now.

[ofthefamily]

Carisle raises an eyebrow over his gold-brown gaze.

"I...guess?"

With a side order of Possibly this nice lady has some kind of difficulty.

[neuroinvasive]

"Consider it done!" She's grinning, it's a thing, he told her about what a transmission does she does this for him!

[ofthefamily]

Consider what done? Carlisle thinks to himself and then the room explodes inside his head.

Everyone in the bar -- everyone, as far as Carlisle can tell -- they're all screaming, but not, no, just --

Thinking.

Carlisle's staring at this woman I don't even know her name wordlessly.

[neuroinvasive]

She puts her head to one side. Somewhere amongst her thoughts is that she's a goddess.

"Promise it isn't perminant." Nothing she does is.

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle catches her name -- Lyssa, goddess -- at the same time he catches her age, Carlisle's own age being a fraction of the petite woman's.

Edward if you are here please come

"You did this?" Carlisle asks, echoing in everyone's mind within earshot.

[neuroinvasive]

"Yeah, you asked..."

[themidnightson]

Coincidentally (or maybe it's not, you never know here) --

The Front Door opens right after that moment on the form of Edward, beige jacket casually held over a shoulder by two fingers and sporting an expression of the faintest perturbation.

[ofthefamily]

He's here.

Edward please come

Carlisle stands, then, eyes uncharacteristically unfocused and just barely remembering that yes, that transmission in parts on the cloth across the table is important. Better grab that.

Library Now

To Lyssa Carlisle gives a forced smile, never quite regaining all of his attention to send towards one thing at a time. "...Thank you. I should probably -- yes. Go. I will see you again?"

[neuroinvasive]

"More than likely you will." She gives a little wave. "Thanks for telling me about the car-part-thing!"

[ofthefamily]

The smile ghosts over and Carlisle nearly runs to the library.