Mako Mori (
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[OPEN] [May 8th-10th] Busy Bees and First Impressions
a. FISHING
Gipsy on the road again felt good, like she always did, with that purr and the hum of the open road. It had been five years of the road in her blood, wild and free with a mission under her belt. Mako might have been at the top of her class five years ago but the road had sharpened her to the finest of points. But for now, she was leaving that behind and relaxing a little - or trying to, at least. Fishing was one of those things that gave her a little breathing room, not to mention a good snack. She had a nice fire pit lit and crackling behind her, the warmth at her back, a rod in hand and an empty bucket for her catches.
A sound, the rustle of bushes, that preternatural prickling at the back of her neck, told her she wan't alone as she pulled a decent sized fish from the water.
" If you are looking for lunch," she said quietly as she put the fish into a bucket, "let me catch another fish and we'll see about that. Meanwhile, you may enjoy the fire."
b. COFFEE
It is difficult, sometimes, to get a cup of coffee that is truly good. Mako stood in line at Cafe Poirot debating her choices. It was like picking some sort of jewel out of a line up of the finest in the world. The cappuccino was good, the machination was fantastic, the lattes were among her favourite and-- She turned to the person behind her at a loss.
"Which do you like from the menu? I am debating on the latte but everything looks so good today."
c. GARAGE
Far more than fishing, working with mechanics of any type makes Mako feel complete. Anything with a motor, anything with gears, she knows how to put it together. It's been like this her whole life. Machines are an intrinsic part of her life, personal and professional. Setting up her garage, her workspace, makes her stay official.
She's very much the newest member of Hillingdon House, now.
Mako even has a little sign that says: Gipsy Danger's Quick Fix. Okay, so it's a borrowed garage and a borrowed workspace but it's off the road and she's had a shower - a long one. It's real enough that she hopes it'll stick. At the moment, Mako was working on restoring an old engine, which has been neatly disassembled and placed on a sheet as she went through each, cleaning them. A noise makes her look up from her work and she stops what she's doing.
"Did you have something that needs to be fixed?"
d. WANDERING HILLINGDON HOUSE
New places are often difficult to navigate and getting the lay of the land is something that Mako had learned to do before truly settling anywhere. She had been wary of it but in rather dire need as well. She moved carefully, looking for the kitchen and hopefully some tea. But mostly, she was just looking. She turned the corner and nearly bumped into someone.
"I am so sorry!" she said quietly, backing up a little. "I am Mako Mori and I am also very new to this place. Is there somewhere that I may make tea?"
e. Wildcard; pick a situation and we'll roll with it.
Gipsy on the road again felt good, like she always did, with that purr and the hum of the open road. It had been five years of the road in her blood, wild and free with a mission under her belt. Mako might have been at the top of her class five years ago but the road had sharpened her to the finest of points. But for now, she was leaving that behind and relaxing a little - or trying to, at least. Fishing was one of those things that gave her a little breathing room, not to mention a good snack. She had a nice fire pit lit and crackling behind her, the warmth at her back, a rod in hand and an empty bucket for her catches.
A sound, the rustle of bushes, that preternatural prickling at the back of her neck, told her she wan't alone as she pulled a decent sized fish from the water.
" If you are looking for lunch," she said quietly as she put the fish into a bucket, "let me catch another fish and we'll see about that. Meanwhile, you may enjoy the fire."
b. COFFEE
It is difficult, sometimes, to get a cup of coffee that is truly good. Mako stood in line at Cafe Poirot debating her choices. It was like picking some sort of jewel out of a line up of the finest in the world. The cappuccino was good, the machination was fantastic, the lattes were among her favourite and-- She turned to the person behind her at a loss.
"Which do you like from the menu? I am debating on the latte but everything looks so good today."
c. GARAGE
Far more than fishing, working with mechanics of any type makes Mako feel complete. Anything with a motor, anything with gears, she knows how to put it together. It's been like this her whole life. Machines are an intrinsic part of her life, personal and professional. Setting up her garage, her workspace, makes her stay official.
She's very much the newest member of Hillingdon House, now.
Mako even has a little sign that says: Gipsy Danger's Quick Fix. Okay, so it's a borrowed garage and a borrowed workspace but it's off the road and she's had a shower - a long one. It's real enough that she hopes it'll stick. At the moment, Mako was working on restoring an old engine, which has been neatly disassembled and placed on a sheet as she went through each, cleaning them. A noise makes her look up from her work and she stops what she's doing.
"Did you have something that needs to be fixed?"
d. WANDERING HILLINGDON HOUSE
New places are often difficult to navigate and getting the lay of the land is something that Mako had learned to do before truly settling anywhere. She had been wary of it but in rather dire need as well. She moved carefully, looking for the kitchen and hopefully some tea. But mostly, she was just looking. She turned the corner and nearly bumped into someone.
"I am so sorry!" she said quietly, backing up a little. "I am Mako Mori and I am also very new to this place. Is there somewhere that I may make tea?"
e. Wildcard; pick a situation and we'll roll with it.

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Daryl tilted his head to catch her eyes, "If you want someone there ta help you through it, I can come along."
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"It is difficult to reconcile the life I have had with the life that is before me. I have been trained to be disciplined, controlled, so I am unsure as to how that will affect my ability to shift. It should be a good thing but yet, if I am too controlled, will my shifting not be a difficult thing? It is something I have thought much about."
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Daryl raised his eyebrows, then gave a sharp whistle that caught Willow's attention. She sat up, mirroring the squirrel she was and watched him intently. He gave another whistle, a little lower and less sharp and her face lit up. In the next moment, her clothes were collapsing in on themselves and the tea cup clattered to the table, spilling what remained of it's contents.
He leaned forward and put his hands on either side of the clothes pile and let the tiny squirrel that emerged from the head hole of her jumper figure it's own way out. Once she was free of her clothes, she darted up along Daryl's arm and onto his head.
"See?" he asked, snorting, "It's all instinct. No thinkin', just doin'."
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If a child could do such a thing, then she should not keep working it over and over in her mind. After a moment, she let out a soft sigh.
"Is there a particular fae I should talk to?" she finally asked. "I should have asked you earlier."
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"There's a few running around the house. Couple left the city recently. Might ask around and see if that draws their attention. Think Orlagh's been around more. They're Unseelie, so take whatever requests they get with a grain of salt. But Unseelie're more likely ta do it just for kicks than Seelie are."
Also just as likely to ask for something absurd in exchange, but all fae had that problem in that they didn't always understand what was considered 'absurd' to a mortal.
"If you don't get anywhere with 'em in the next couple weeks, I'll check around the fae territory, see if anyone's willin' ta bargain."