never put your hat on the bed, son, never put your hat on the bed

[aldabeyoun]

Who: Njoki, Bob Barker & YOU.
What: Fixin' horses, seein' clients, chattin' on the phone, etc.
Where: Mafaton, various other places throughout Baedal.
When: All throughout the week
Notes: The remade horse scenario is for Martha, but the rest of the options are open to everyone. If you want to chat and set anything up, give me a shout.
Warnings: Some gore and bodyhorror. These are Remade horses.

Even with the reduced population of cruorvores in the city, Njoki is still busy enough to have regular wait periods between making an appointment and seeing her. It seems those that are left have a vested interest in warding their property and making sure their appearance is as human as possible. For this reason, she's often out and about anywhere in town: tracking down new suppliers, riding the trains, taking a well-earned break in a coffee shop after a particularly difficult bit of work, and so on.

Today, she's on time and waiting for Martha outside a Mafaton stable with a rucksack over one shoulder and a toolbox in hand. It's worth noting that she's wearing clothing to suit a dirty, messy, hands-on sort of job.

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[magnetic]

Meanwhile, Erik is just kind of... looking at her, his eyebrows having reached that perfect angle between concerned and entertained. How many westerns has Magneto seen in his lifetime? Not enough to understand this joke, apparently. ...If it is a joke and she's not suddenly being crass.

Feel free to explain while he flutters a few blinks, lady.

[aldabeyoun]

"Shit, shit, sorry," she says with a wave of her hand that ends with a soothing pat for the horse-like creature. "It's the classic round-up line from westerns. S'what the rancher always yells out to get everyone moving."

It's also a line that's so culturally commonplace that Njoki didn't even think about it. "I've never figured out if it's the horses or the cows that are lil' doggies."

[magnetic]

"What does he call the dogs, then?" Now he is the one who is kidding. ...Mostly. None of this makes sense.

He's folded his arms in the meantime, as well—not in annoyance, or any such thing, only because he is generally prone to doing so.

[aldabeyoun]

Ki stops, cocks her head to one side and then shakes it off, a bit like a dog stepping out of the water. "No clue. Now, who do you want me to take a look at? I'll have to see him in action to know for sure, but this fellow seems pretty much together."

[magnetic]

Swell. Erik was prepared to wait around for a while if need be, but not having to wait around is even better.

"She's in the other barn." The smaller one, he means, where the less excitable beasts of burden are kept—donkeys, mules, other donkey- and mule-esque creatures, all of them Remade to varying degrees. The general atmosphere in there is more sedate, and the stalls generally smaller.
Save one.

(He's kind of enjoying the potential suspense.)

[aldabeyoun]

"Anything specific giving you trouble? Or do you just want a tune-up?" Njoki keeps chatting as she gathers up her kit and does one last looking over of the horse and stall she'd been working in - it wouldn't do to leave anything amiss.

[magnetic]

"I was hoping you might be able to tell me what she needs, if anything. The stable master claims she's sound, but this is the first time I'll be seeing her up close... and, actually, I'm not at all familiar with the workings of these Remade creatures."

The Remades certainly do feel interesting—but the two of them can get into discussing that later, should it come up. (He should probably tell Njoki what his deal is, eventually, aside from the numerical tattoo.)