Jamie's Cafe Annual Car Show

[Kray]

Hot food he didn't have to cook and plenty of classic, vintage and rare cars to look at, well he might have one in mind but he was still in the market for something new and these were more his era so be it to strike a deal with someone, draw some inspiration or slimily for once to do something he enjoys that doesn't involve fear and violence the ogre towers as menacing as ever over the crowds moving between the cars on show.

[Circe]

Circe knows a little bit about how to DRIVE sort of drive. Not enough to have a big star as a copilot, but enough to pass insurance for stunt driver only scenes. Does that mean Circe is going to arrive in her Dodge Charger via high-speed drift into a perfect parking job? And risk the other gorgeous cars? Absolutely not, that'd be expensive. High speed parallel parking to make the other drivers panic however was just fine with her.


As she opens her door, a set of fancy elaborate plate decorated gloves adorning her hands, she gives a polite Tibetan greeting to those shaking fists at her. They go well with the red leather jacket she is sporting with Khaki cargo pants. She needed pockets for tools, just in case. Well, for A TOOL that could be any, plus pockets for other reasons too.


Should she not be melting in such attire? Summer is bullshit only second to Contracts, thank you very much. Circe instead raises both hands to give the rocker symbol with a vocal greeting, "che succede, stronza!"


The Summer Queen locks up her ride, leaving it for inspection and is certain she pulled everything illegal from inside it. Sure, there may be some shells in the trunk, but that gun was legal.


"Hey!" She shouts to, well, anyone, "Cafe right? They have coffee here?!"

[Kray]

Its as the giant is admireing a classic corvette a very good looking car albeit not one he ever had a hope of fitting in with the roof up, but still worth a minute to admire that the Italian accent catches his ear.

The bombastic energy gets a snort from him certainly a way to liven up the event. On his way over some poor sod has been relieved of a freshly brought tray of hot drinks, even most petrol heads no better then start with the giant when he puts his best scowl on. "Huh. Well seems the duchess of hazard has arrived." So either he has been watching movies recently or is referencing the much older tv show. Holding out the tray of four drinks for her to take one. "Ha. Nice car Mary." It was sure prettier then the ford of Theseus he had until recently owned.

[Circe]

Before Circe get be too much of a Summer troll to irritate ire into rage upon herself, a real Troll shows up with that sweet, heated ambrosia. "Ah, a tall gentleman in an EXCELLENT hat!"


Circe gives an exaggerated clap as Kray finds her smile to be probably to nice for Circe's personality. "With the best elixir of bean juice to even be made? Johnny, you be more than good," she accepts a cup of coffee, "You are greater than a tiger my man."


Stupid silly puns are funs. She sips the coffee. It is not Common Grounds or gourmet cafe level, but she wasn't paying for it. It wasn't worse than Keurig though, so there was taht in its favor.


"Thank you, tuned engine and tweaked suspension included," she sips the coffee and pats the hood of her car. It is still quite warm to the touch, she'd only just stopped it. "You bring you own ride to this?"

[Kray]

Well he wouldn't describe himself entirely like that. "Uh. two thirds true." He was tall and he did have a nice hat. "Oh. You looking to get into a race or some such." Noticing the gloves that looked more like they were meant for clobbering, which well they could be. Selecting one of the hot beverages himself the other two get passed onto another passer-by with a glare equal to the one that acquired the drinks in the first place.

Now that get a chuckle, Tony was an add from even before his time. "Uh. I heard you call for coffee and well no need to let a friend go wanting." When it came to caffeinated beverages his palette was less discerning then some other foods but it could have been made from the mud the plant grew in and he could still keep it down. "Ah. Something sweet in this one." Not bad just unexpected. "Uh. But Beating out the frosty tiger is high praise." Yeah he got that one.

He wouldn't touch her car, it wasn't proper to do so without permission and some owner got real funny about that. "Huh. Custom work, you know someone or did it yourself?" A shake of his great head inclines the negative. "No. Just admiring today, see one I like might see if its for sale, I'm pretty sure I know what I want but you never know something here might tempt me." There were many nice cars here but none so far he would stand a chance of sitting in comfortably.

[Circe]

"It is a VERY nice hat," Circe solemnly tells him. "Hmm?" She hums as she sips her coffee. "Ah, non, non, uh no." She shakes her head in the negative. "Tweaks might be great, buuuut questions could be asked by sore losers," she smirks at him widely then frowns, "Still can't believe the bouncy lil' parkour mooonaic beat me."


"Awwww," she tries to fake swoon at the kindness, but can't with the coffee still getting sipped. "Though, that'd I'm ME!," she waves her free hand wide, "Coffee could lure me under a box string trap. IF it is good coffee." Circe admits with no jest as she sips the current brew. "It is better than being compared to the, uh, guys that looked like melting candles? Forget what they were selling. Fought an admiral or something."


Commercials memories getting a brief interruption of thoughts? How ironic that.


"I don't have a lift and given my, uh, work schedule," she shrugs, "Nor the time. Found a decent grease monkey to do some work. Not much, but curves and giddy up are something most look forward to," Circe nods at this with a smirk. She is hanging out with Springs too much. Coffee is sipped some more as it turns out Kray isn't showing of a convertible. She eyes him up and down at the thought, then shakes her head with a frown.


"Temptation is good, but check the legroom. Given your, well long you," she waves her free hand at his legs, "A rag top would solve it, but you'd need driving goggles for something like that Miata over there," Circe points to a car with an open roof. The roof rack on top of it wouldn't even reach Circe's rack, it was so short. "Mine might work, uuuh, if you scrunch, but it ain't for sale. Good model though, giddyup, leg room, oh ho ho ho!" A joke occurs to her. "I could quote Al Pacino about the trunk space too, oh ho ho ho! Good movie."


Given Kray's size and what she knew about cars? A lot of that knowledge was trunk and hiding spaces for smuggling. But height? Probably a commuter SUV would be the least uncomfortable for the giant Autumn Troll.

[Kray]

He tips his hat now a hand is free to the people watching it could well just be it being the focus on conversation but to those who know its how he usually greets a monarch outside of their season. ."Uh. It is, thanks." Of course to the average mortal it looked far from nice but what did they know. "Oh. I'm sure with gloves like that they could pull double duty to handle the sore losers." Certainly no objections from the ogre about beating mortals especially if they deserved. Pain was after all a great path to fear. "Oh? She beat you in a race did she?" He thinks he knows who Mary is referring to the adjective of bouncy is usually reserved for member of the freehold in particular.

A hefty snort tinged with more annoyance then humour is the result of the summer queens aw, he is meant to be scary not sweet. "Ah. You know maybe I'll have to try that one day, just to see if its true." Couldn't be that hard to set up surely. And then he just looks confused. "Uh? No I don't follow on that one." Melted candles fighting an admiral. Sounds more lie ka Halloween skit then the advert but hey he's been wrong before.

Nodding slowly as he looks at here car once more. "Uh Huh. Do you mean on three car or on the mechanic?" Because well he wouldn't call a dodge charger a curvy car. "Hm. Mind if I look under the hood?" The most interesting parts of a car were found under there.

Now expecting the sweet taste of whatever was in the cup he to continues to consume his beverage while Mary speaks. "Ah. But convertibles are dangerous." Is the grunted response. "Hm. Guy big as me can hit be debris from the road." And other kinds of shrapnel besides. "So. Yeah I've accepted I won't be comfortable so the car might as well be one I like." And for that he did have something in mind. "Hm. You ever heard of Morgan cause that's what I'm considering at the moment." Gesturing himself at a car/ "Uh. Although I do like the style of the Frazer Nash over there." Even if it was only the tribute model.

[Circe]

"Oh gasp of shock," Circe says dripping with enough sarcasm to be a slipping hazard as she holds up the gloves, "These entirely decorative plates could cause harm to others. I had, legally, not thought of that at all." Not covering her ass, the plates wouldn't last more than a half-dozen punches before getting loose. They weren't steel after all. Naturally the Summer considered such fragile metal plates intimidating folks to be funny.


"Ugh," Circe slumps with a groan at that. "I don't know if she KNEW about the speed trap that I had to stop to avoid or just got damn lucky," Circe gripes to Kray. It'd been a long time ago, but next time Circe would race her it at a speedway instead.


"Oh ho ho ho! Remember this universal rule," she holds up her free hand to Kray, one finger up, as she sips the coffee. "The more alcohol involved, the stupider your target gets." Giving advice on pranking herself? If she could blame the tequila, no need to be ashamed for the Summer. Circe shrugs as he too doesn't recall what the melted guys fighting a navy were selling. She couldn't help clarify his ignorance with her own ignorance, it'd be stupid.


"Attentive you are," she nods to him then sings out with a proud smirk, "Both is true." The mechanic had been cute, albeit taken. Something about the girlfriend had set off some, sort of like danger sense from Circe. Or Summer senses, angry girl. As for his question, Circe fishes into her pockets. No show of trying, she knows where her keys are. Beep and the hood pops. "Careful, it is hot."


Revealing an 8-cyliner engine within the Charger. A well maintained and cleaned engine, Circe didn't skip on keeping it well tuned. Rushing during dangerous times was important, whether towards to end or away due to authorities attention. The metal sides are a little scoured, Circe plotting to plate it for work or Freehold stuff. The truck trip in the Thorns made the latter less likely.


Circe could see Kray having those problems with the convertibles. He'd have to dress his head like an extra from Mad Max. Well, the 1981 Road Warrior's extras, not the first movie. Either a leather face cover or hockey mask, and that'd draw bad attention. Unless Kray went all in on the Mad Max theme, then the cops would write him off as a super fan. Circe's mind then goes paranoid as the news would run a story on Kray and someone like the Hoodies figure out what he is and attacks the Freehold.


Nope, not suggesting that, she shakes her head.


"Ah, roadsters!" Circe is familiar with that style. Hot-rods that are professionally made was what some would say about them. "Though," she looks between it and Kray. "Same problem, you'd need goggles and a driving mask either way. Roadster are stylish convertible," she will make the worse suggestion. "Hard top would solve the problem, or could just go with a big and tall SUV."


And then has a thought. On why she gave up armoring her car for Hedge emergencies. "Though, do NOT use it for off roading on the Thornier hiking trails. Personal experience," Circe chuckles as she sips her coffee, "Those brambled trails are meant for walking and do NOT agree with vehicles. Maybe old mil-spec would do better," Circe's theory regarding the original Willys Jeep hasn't been tested yet, "But I ain't shelling out the coin to test that. Them pointy plants do a NUMBER on tires. Or axles. Engines too."


This WAS why she didn't test it. Circe could spend her money getting a set of riot gear that'd survive a few trips in the Hedge for sure, or a classic surplus vehicle that MIGHT just be destroyed in one trip. There is a reason why Circe has money: good investment.