Ribbons and things Who: Torque, Ammo and Ulf When: 5 or so PM Where: Torque's Apartment of Insanity
The day had actually been uneventful, wasn't that a first? Not even any interesting cars to get his hands temporarily on, just the usual owner screw ups in not putting in enough oil, or really base repairs. A bunch of soulless modern cars, without love put into them, or even style. Still, Torque had made sure every repair and maintenance function he filled, was done with the utmost care. Just because the owners and/or makers hadn't put more thought into them, didn't mean the machines had to suffer.
Part of him was still reeling, at least a little, and he wasn't about to admit it, over the fact that three former members of the 13th had shown up in town. Ammo, at least, had come because Torque had called him with a concrete need for back up. The others? Their appearances were more...he had to pause to search for the word, serendipitous, yeah, that was it. Either way, whether they'd shown up on purpose (like Ammo and Pickles), or by some wild chance (T), Torque could unconsciously relax just a fraction by having them in relatively close proximity.
Already shrugging off his leather jacket, thankful he'd been able to take the bike to work, with Ammo watching Patience, Torque pushed open the door to his apartment. With a grin, and a "Honey, I'm home!" he stepped inside.