Board Thread:The Mech Bay Bar'n'Grill/@comment-24866242-20140514220513/@comment-24866242-20140514223859

Mon May 12, 2014 5:27 pm
They had only planned to stay planet-side for a few hours, not a few days. The Vextis heading out on a mercy mission and the Krita across the system on a “supply run” pretty much changed their plans. Still, a forced vacation was still a vacation.

They spent most days racing around on Ry’s Ninja, re-acquainting themselves with their favorite areas and, most nights, they would lay out under the stars at the site that use to be Heaven. It was nice having the time alone again.

On this particular day, about a week later while Ry went into town to check on the Kitt-n-Kaboodle, Kat had decided that the ’51 Chevy needed a tune-up. Galiese was harsh on the old lady and she wasn't running at her peak. Head tucked under the hood, old over-sized coveralls rolled up at the ankles and sleeves and hair braided, she had happily been at it for hours and would probably be at it a few hours more.

While cleanliness had never been her strong suit, when working on her cars, everything *had* to be in its place or she went nuts. Without looking, she knew where every tool was and could grab it without a second thought. Every part had is place on its shelf. As always, she was surrounded by the sounds of screaming guitars and heavy drum beats and her own voice rivaled that of the singers'. She had always had a good voice, though very, very few people knew it. She was in her element and she was happy.