OOC: Apart from the fact that 'paragraphs are your friend!', nice. I find it really difficult to read an unbroken mass of text.<br/><br/>As they entered the gates of the junkyard, Ptricia shifted back to her regular humanoid form, complete with spotted hair, tail and 'tearstreak' face markings. She kept the 'Yeah, they're real!', t-shirt, but the rest of her clothing went back to her default jeans and boots.<br/><br/>She raised an eyebrow at the sights and sounds around her. She hadn't expected it to be this lively.<br/><br/>The old mechanic seemed to just noticed Ptricia. "Oh, so who is this luvely lady? Actually getting a love life, Rei?" The wolfeasel rolled his eyes. "Everybody, this is my mechanic, Gladius. He can fix almost anything that that works as modern day transportation. And for a special fee, he can fix up futuristic." Gladius extended an paw to shake. "Well, Mr. Encyclopedia just told you everything about me. But I'm Gladius. Call me Gladys for short."<br/><br/>Ptricia took the paw and shook. "I'm Ptriciatepaloma, but my friends call me Ptricia. And it's nice to be appreciated. These two are only interested in my drumsticks... That didn't come out right. Reizu and I are just in a band together, he's the bass player and I'm the drummer. And we're here for his bus."