Mercy was working on a particularly difficult car which belonged to a particularly good client. It was a terrible car, but the best the small family could afford. With anyone else, she'd have suggested they give up and buy a new one, but that wasn't an option for them just now. So, with a fair amount of muttering and some swearing, she managed to finish up the last of the repairs. She let out a long breath, resting her head back for a moment before finally sliding out from under the car and beginning to put her tools away.

She rolled her head from side to side, working out the kinks. She deserved something decent for dinner tonight. Maybe she'd splurge and get a burger downtown. Or be a little more frugal and get tacos from her favorite stand. If they hadn't closed yet.

First, to clean up a bit. She hesitated, catching the sound of an unfamiliar engine and turned, hands on hips, to see who was coming into the lot.

Stupid white belts.

Mercy had showered and changed, but she was still limping a bit as she left the dojo. And she was going to have a nice bruise on the side of her face. Oh well, she sure couldn't say she hadn't gotten a good workout dodging the guy's wild kicks and punches. She could have done without her sensei's hidden laughter as she was leaving, though she'd known it was because he understood all too well what she'd been through.

She looked up at the hill she usually ran up to get back to her garage where her car was parked. With a sigh she thought maybe walking this one time wouldn't be such a bad thing.

[Someone's taking advantage of the supposedly still warm days to laze out on a chair in front of the beach house. In a bikini. And looking very very happy and well satisfied and more, um... relaxed, than she has in a long time.]

Come on out. The sun's hot and the water's beautiful.

Oh no. Been there, done that.

I'm glad it's Sunday so I can just hang around my house or the garage.

With everything that's gone on lately I'd rather make my own decisions about who I kiss.


[ooc: Mercy may be staying out of the way, but anyone who wants to run into her at the house or garage is more than welcome!]

I am really glad that I'm not cursed this weekend. I can't deny that I'm finding some of the, um... stories that have been posted rather intriguing, but I'm really happy that I'm not being forced to write and share any of that stuff myself.

I wonder who I'd write about if I was cursed. Maybe a little Doctor/Rose or some Mara/Ken?

Guess we'll never know.


[OOC: Today is Mercy's birthday. She wouldn't have told anyone, but if there is anyone who might have occasion to know (or remember from last year) they are free to mention it or do something if they'd like.]

I was... drat.

Where was I going?

I'm just standing out here in the middle of some street and I'm sure I was going someplace, but...

I guess I should probably just go home. If only I could remember how to get there.

I'm sending this from my new home, the bathroom floor.

Not going to make it, well, anywhere today. Can't stop - oh damn.

......

As I was trying to say, can't stop throwing up, and maybe it's from that or something else, but now I've got this nosebleed I can't stop and my eyes look like I burst all the blood vessels in them.

What the heck did I eat yesterday?

If anyone's looking for me, I'm going to be home for a few days. Just got Jack home from the hospital, but he needs someone to stay with him since he's confined to bed rest for a while.

Mara and Donna, if you need any help with the store let me know.

Saya, I'm sorry to need to take time off this soon, but I don't want to leave Jack alone.


[Mercy goes to turn off the device, but instead accidentally turns on the video function which shows her taking her mug of hot chocolate into Jack's room where he's sleeping at least somewhat peacefully. She settles down in the chair pulled up next to the bed, shoulders slumping in fatigue, and reaches out to take his hand.]

Kitty!

[And here's an adorable little girl petting Medea.]

What happened to your tail, Kitty? Was someone mean to you? I wouldn't ever be mean to you. You know, most kitties don't like me, 'cause I'm, you know, a coyote girl. But I'm glad you like me!

[And then she's looking into the device with a close up of her face.]

What's this? Hello, hello?

Hey, this isn't my house? Where's Bryan and Evelyn?

Uh oh... did I get lost again? Bran's gonna be really really mad at me. Again.