The Cold Shoulder

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Jim somehow manages to convince Jamila to investigate a food truck

Date: 01/02/2018

Time: 12:30 EST

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Jim is perched on top of the Carson building for a change. Fortunately he has feathers. Seeing Jamila approaching the area, he'll fly on over, and land on a fence. Knowing the coast is clear, he flaps and quietly trills "Good afternoon. Seen any food trucks lately?"

Jamila's dressed in her usual smart heels, pant suit, and peacoat with her ever-present black satchel slung over her shoulder. Her breath hangs heavy on the cold, January air as she walks down the sidewalk toward the Youth Center at a brisk pace. Her eyes glance at the talking bird, and then she just keeps on moving. Walking on past him, and into the youth center, just as though she hadn't just seen a talking bird. Guess she hasn't seen any food trucks.

"You will have to be more specific," Jamila says, glaring at the Corax as she sheds her satchel and her coat, setting them both on one of the sofas before she meanders over to the bulletin board to inspect it for anything new. "Do you mean your general lack of discretion, or is there something specific I should be getting angry about?"

Jim flaps, and shakes a bit, his feathers lining back up, as he warms up a little. He has to take a moment to remind himself that she's not trying to disrespect him, but rather is just expressing her own feelings on caution. "I meant .. never mind about that. I uh, I saw a very suspicious food truck the other day with miss Kai, and I was looking out for it. It's a burger truck. Says it serves Detroit but I've seen it in Dearborn as well."

The Bagheera purses her lips and pulls them to one side while lifting up her eyebrows, the sum is a look of mild-to-medium disbelief. Then she nods. "Yes, definitely suspicious. Dearborn is _not_ Detroit. That's some false advertising there. Do you think I should pursue some legal action?" She rolls her eyes and then goes back to looking at the papers on the bulletin board.

Jim flies over to the donuts he had delivered. Beside the box is one sitting out, and he resumes pecking into it. "Help yourself to the donuts and coffee," he offers as he tends to. "To paraphrase loosely what miss Kai said, the truck is run by evil wizards, and if I ate their burger I'd be a zombie under their spell. We should find it."

<<DICE>> Jamila rolls Wits, difficulty 9 
<<DICE>> 0 successes (2 8, Specialty: No, Willpower: No)

Jamila slowly turns away from the bulletin board to look at the bird. "Evil wizards making zombie burgers, and selling them off a food truck," she repeats back. A glance is given back to the bulletin board and then she shrugs. The papers aren't going anywhere. It'll still be here when she gets back. She turns to fetch her jacket and her satchel. "Okay. Meet me outside."

Jim trills. He doesn't know what caused the change of heart. But he's glad to have her as an ally. He breaks off a big hunk of donut, gulps it down to store for later (raven instinct acting here), and flies on out to meet her outside.

Jamila exits the youth center and starts walking back the way she came. It would seem, perhaps, that she parked in that direction. She certainly doesn't talk to any ravens that might appear, at least not for a block or two--a distance during which her car does not materialize.

Jim does approach, but her body language makes it clear she's a cold hearted person who hates animals. Or at least, that's what she looks like. He doens't press it, but just follows her until she seems ready to talk. At which time she'll get a 'Howdy.'

"I am parked one more block down and a block over from here. Meet me there. Come from the other side, walking on two legs like somebody who respects the Veil," she all but hisses under her breath, not even skipping a beat in her gait. A few minutes later, she arrives at her car and takes her time unlocking it, waiting.

Jim doesn't even get to the 'Howdy' as she short circuits that plan. Sighing inwardly (though fortunately she probably can't read Raven body language to that degree, what with the complete lack of facial expressions) But he'll find a place to hide, and shift, and WALK like a sucker to her car. He's very cold, shivering, rubbing himself. "Please open the car as fast as possible miss Jamila," he stammers.

Jim shifts into Homid!

"Door's unlocked," Jamila says, as she pulls open hers, and slides into the car--a late-model Prius--and pushes the button to turn it on. Once the doors are closed, there's even still some residual heat from earlier, since she only just got out a little bit ago. "Buckle up," she says, doing so herself, and then she starts to pull away. "Where to?"

Jim uses his shirt to touch the metal of the handle if it's metal, and pulls thedoor pen before climbing in frantically. Assuming the heat comes on, he starts rubbing his hands in front of a vent immediately and lets out a 'hurrr,' shivering as his cold clothes touch his skin. Fortunately hewasn't out long. "Don't think I could stand another minute of that," he shivers, voice shaky. "If only I had a feathered coat. Ah, last place I saw the food truck was in Dearborn heights. We can go there again."

Jim only buckles up once he's warmed slightly.

The pair takes off, not to find the truck today...