Jesus {Paul Rovia} (friendscallme) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-05-02 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, michael guerin, paul rovia (jesus) |
Who: Jesus Rovia & Michael Guerin
When: Backdated: Monday, March 29th. Afternoon
Where: Out of This World Mechanics
What: Jesus' car is making a weird noise
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Jesus still didn’t quite know what the odds were that the same day his car started making a noise, he’d find a mechanic without even looking. He’d thought it would take some time to find a place and that he’d have to just deal with whatever was wrong until then, but luckily that didn’t seem to be the case. He only hoped that this mechanic was good. The last thing he needed was for some random guy on the internet to make whatever was wrong worse.
Pulling up to the entrance of Out of This World Mechanics, Jesus parked the car and headed inside to find Michael.
It was Michael and one of his coworkers in the shop today. His coworker worked on one car while Michael worked on another. That was the way things usually went. Michael was just finishing up the work on his car when a man came in. The guy looked familiar. It took awhile for Michael to realize where he had met him. That network he joined. Right. The guy was having some car trouble.
“Hey,” Michael said walking up to him wiping the grease from his hands on his jeans. “You find it okay?”
Jesus turned at the sound of the voice and it took him a moment to recognize the man as the one who had told him about the workshop, “Hey. Yeah, it was pretty easy to find,” Then again, Jesus had used the GPS on his phone to find the place, “I’m Jesus, by the way.” He extended his hand towards the mechanic. Even after all these years, it was still always a little strange to introduce himself that way, but using his given name felt even more strange because barely anyone called him Paul anymore.
Michael rose a brow at the name. It was unique to say the least. Of course he knew people were named that but it was usually pronounced differently. “As in the guy that died on the cross?” he asked though he still shook the man’s hand. “Michael,” he added. “So what seems to be the problem?”
Jesus chuckled and nodded, “That would be the one.” Were Jesus’ hair not pulled back in a man-bun, it were possible that the other man would see the reason for the name, “It’s actually Paul, but my friends call me Jesus.” He glanced back towards the car at the question, “It started making a weird noise the other day.” Considering Jesus knew very little about cars aside from the basics, he didn’t really know how to describe the problem better than that.
“So we’re friends now?” Michael quipped with a raised brow. “Or should I call you Paul?” Michael was fine either way really. He just couldn’t help but make the sarcastic comment. It was in his nature. “Start her up,” Michael said referring to the other guys car. “Let me hear it.” He’d probably end up looking under the hood. But it didn’t hurt to at least hear the sound first.
“You can call me Jesus. It’s what I’m used to the most.” He smirked and nodded then headed back to his car and slid inside, leaving the door open as he started it up and waited for it to begin making the noise so, hoping that Michael could figure out exactly what it was that was doing it. Whatever it was that was wrong with the car, he hoped it could be fixed easily, because he really didn’t want to have to get a new car at this moment in time.
Michael listened to the car for a moment. “Sounds like a slipped timing belt,” Michael told the guy when he turned his car back off. “I’ll have to look under the hood to be sure.” Going off sound wasn’t always a hundred percent accurate after all. Even if Michael had a pretty good feeling about it.
Jesus’ brow rose as Michael explained what was likely wrong with his car; to him it all sounded like gibberish, “And I’m guessing that’s a bad thing?” Clearly it wasn’t bad enough that he couldn’t drive the car, but it didn’t sound like something he should put off fixing. “Should I pop the hood?”
“Yeah,” Michael said. “You might need a new one.” Which could be pricey unfortunately. That was the thing about being a mechanic. The parts were expensive. It wasn’t just his services that he had to charge for. “Go ahead and pop the hood and I’ll take a better look.”
“Great. One of my friends keeps telling me that I should get a new car, but I just haven’t had the time.” Or the money at the moment, but that was another problem all together. It wasn’t as if part time stuntmen made a hell of a lot, but at least he had the job at the gym that would hopefully make up for that.
Reaching for the lever to pop the hood, he pulled it then got out of the car to stand near the front. While Jesus might not have known much about cars, he was somewhat interested to see exactly what it was that was the problem. “So, how long have you been doing this?”
Michael took a look under the hood. “About ten years,” MIchael replied spotting the slipped timing belt right away. Just what he thought. “Since I graduated high school pretty much.” He pointed to the timing belt. “Looks like that’s your problem.”
Jesus nodded as he watched the other man, “It must take a lot of work to be able to do this sort of job. Have to make sure you know what all the pieces do.” Jesus didn’t know the first thing about cars aside from the basics and would tend to consult the manual in his glove compartment if he had any problems and if he couldn’t handle it himself he took it to a mechanic as he was doing now, “So how much is that gonna be to replace?”
“Look at enough cars,” Michael said looking back over at the guy. “And it becomes second nature.” He knew an engine like the back of his hand. But now came the part that Michael hated. Giving the customer a price. He preferred just working on cars in peace. Not having to deal with the people part. Especially when he was giving some not so great news. “A few hundred,” Michael replied.
Jesus has been afraid of that. Sighing, he nodded, “Well if it needs to be done.” He could make it work, but it was gonna suck to have to spend that much money; at least he had the job at the gym to make up for the lack of stuntman jobs he’d done lately. “Now would be a really good time to hit the lottery.”
“No hurt in buying a ticket,” Michael replied giving the guy what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky.” After all stranger things had happened. “I’ll have to order the part. It could take a few days,” he went on explaining. “I wouldn’t recommend driving it,” a brief pause. “But I kind of have to say that,” he added his voice low. It would probably last the few days it took Michael to get a part. Though there was a chance it could completely break down.