Red Tron Bike roars in quickly.
The Red Tron Bike slows and comes to a stop.
Wren opens the door and gets out of the Red Tron Bike.

Red Tron Bike
The motorcycle looks like something Buck Rogers or Flash Gordon would tool around in. It's sleek futuristic and powerful. The vehicle in fact can only be quantified as a motorcycle at all with some scrutiny. There are two main bodies mirroring one another both shaped vaguely like bullets. The side cars are connected by cross bracing that appears removable.

Unlike most motorcycles it does not allow individuals to sit on top and instead has a solid casing that encloses over the driver and passenger. There is likewise oddly no apparent key lock to open the seamless tube. The unmarked back wheels are half again as large as the front giving it the slanted forward look of a predator prepared to pounce.

The dual engines located near to the rear go from powerful purrs to raging roars in split seconds without black smog erupting from the rear. The smooth surface of both vehicles is occasionally dotted with what might be a small inset camera. The paint job is a pristine deep blood red with black accents.

You look at Red Tron Bike. Inside you see nothing.
You note that the license to the vehicle is EYD-155.

The soft thrum of some engine can be heard before the vehicle that makes the nice sound slides into view. Its not really identifiable as something you would expect to actually see on the road. Maybe a movie, or something. But the thing slides into the budget arms parking lot then hisses softly before the cockpit lifts open on both the bike itself and the little side car that is snugly attached to it. Out of the smaller hops a little Jack Russel mix. His tail wags quickly and he heads a few steps away to investigate a patch of weeds. Out of the larger pod slides Wren, one hand lifting to push back her hair.

Mid-afternoon, and Jai's in the parking lot of the Budget Arms, leaning against his cab and having a smoke while giving the place the once over. Or, judging by the length of the cigarette, possibly the twentieth over. If he's waiting for a fare, they must be taking their own sweet time to come out. The sound of the bike gets him looking in that direction, and then following it in with his gaze, brows lifting a little. "That," he says when the thing opens, and clearly to the rider, though he can't really see her yet, "is an awesome bike." The emergence of the dog makes him laugh.

Wren glances toward Jai then pauses. A little smile curls her lips and she gives him a nod. "I so totally agree. Just don't go asking me how it works or anything. -I- have no clue." She winks then touches her hand to a pad next to the cockpit. A light flares on briefly and then the bike closes itself up. Does she have keys? No.. it seems to be responding to her touch. The dog marks his territory then comes sauntering after Wren like he's the Shit.

Jai glances over his shoulder at the cab he's leaning against, then over to the bike again, and grins. "We look like a scene in some kinda time-travel movie," he remarks. "...or maybe one where characters from different movies come to hang out. Though you'd probably have to be dressed differently for that, like in a tron-suit or at least some kind of catsuit. Uh, no offense, not that there's anything wrong with what you ARE wearing or anything, just, you'd have to be dropping in from something sci-fi and they always do that kinda thing with the costuming." He looks faintly awkward for a moment, then crushes the butt of his smoke under his heel and adds, "Sorry, I'm being totally rude. Hi, I'm Jai."

Wren gives the man an amiable smile, "And I am Wren. Pleased to meet you." she glances at her bike then admits, "I told a friend of mine that I wanted something fast and safe.. and he came up with this. I was expecting a crotch rocket with like .. I dunno, a padded suit or something. This thing was built for me and Dodge though. No one else will ever be able to use it."

"Pleased to meet you," Jai replies, with a similiar smile, and looks the bike over again. "Your friend makes neat stuff. Or gets it, I guess?" He comes a few steps closer, but only into easier chatting range. "Either way, I guess. At the risk of sounding creepy... d'you live here? I'm looking for a place, and the office's closed for lunch. I guess it was a really =big= lunch. So I could use some insight on the place, if you do."

Wren ahhs and nods toward the doors, "The land lady likes to take a nap. Sometimes .. she doesn't wake up for a while." a little shrug is given. "But its decent. Cheap - which is what a girl like me needs, you know? But safer than some of the places you'll find out there."

"Is it?" Jai asks, glancing at the extremely high-end-looking bike again. But hey, she did say she got it from a friend. "I guess it's harder to get away with a 'closed for nap' sign. So you'd recommend it, basically? I was looking at the mobile home park, too, 'cause airstreams are awesome, but I dunno about having Clara down there unsupervised when I'm sleeping and stuff, y'know?" He leans down and offers a hand for the dog to sniff, should he be so inclined.

Dodger has been watching Jai, tail still on the ground as the two talk. When the man extends his hand the pup gives a nice high pitched yip then bounds on over. That tail starts going a mile a minute as the dog gives the man's hand a slobber bath. Wren watches with a mild amusement then wonders, "Clara?" with both brows arching a little.

Jai laughs at the slobbering, and drops down to squatting to give Dodger a proper fuzzling with both hands. "Clara," he confirms cheerfully, gesturing to the cab behind him, "Turns out not everyone appreciates a classic beauty; I think old-school taillights are to vandals as porchlights are to moths. Who's a fuzzy puppy? I think it might be you." The last two sentences are presumably to Dodger, though they stay conversation rather than being in babytalk voice.

Dodger gives a happy yip then roll over, writhing on the ground and offering up his belly for more past. Wren actually giggles softly then shakes her head, "I'm sure she'll be fine. No one has tried to crack that yet." she notes, pointing at her bike. "But thats not really surprising. Its all vioce and DNA matched. God, Eddie mighta even put some kinda zapper in it or something." she shakes her head, amused.

"Really?" Jai asks, glancing away from fuzzy fuzzy bellies that must be thoroughly rubbed and over to the bike again for a moment. Then back up to Wren, still puppy-fuzzling. "You should find out!" he decides brightly, "Well, unless you think it might be a serious-damage kind of zapper. Although I guess actually, if you do, that might be all the more reason to find out before someone sets it off and the cops want you to Answer Questions... Good to know this's probably safe, though. Hey, does this place have a pool? Or on-site laundry?"

Wren snorts softly then notes, "If someone is getting zapped? It'll be because they are trying to break into the bike. If they are doing that? they deserve to get zapped." She smiles amiably, "Pool? No. There's a city pool on the other side of town though.. and I think if you don't mind crashing? there might be a place or two with a pool around here." she pauses, thinking about that, then nods. "And yeah, there is on site laundry. $0.25 a load."

Jai nods. "Sure, but a dead would-be-thief'd still be hard to explain," he says, giving a little shrug. "Well, I'm not all that much of a swimmer anyway, so no big. Laundry's awesome though, that's convenient. So how long've you lived here? Are the other folks nice, do they have big loud parties or anything?"

Wren grins at Jai, "Ahh, Joel is my closest neighbor. He's been here longer than me. There are others but you'll likely meet him a lot sooner than anyone else. Very friendly. There are others, I am not as social with them as I have been before but they have been decent enough. Every now and then people gather out here and we've thrown a parking lot party or two in the past."

Jai tilts his head, scritching Dodger absently while he seems to be rifling a mental rolodex or something. "...tall, kinda wiry dark-haired guy, with an eyebrow piercing?" he asks. "I mean, I know there's gotta be a thousand Joels in this city, but that's kinda the way my luck goes, so I ask. And good. Friendly people are my favourite kind. Anyone move out recently?"

Wren shakes her head slightly, "None that I know of. Everyone has pretty much stayed put." Dodger's legs start kicking the air and his eyes roll back toward the back of his head. The tongue lolls and he pants softly.

"Mrm. Might not be any vacancies, then," Jai says, half to himself, and then shrugs, "Oh well, when the landlady wakes up I'll find out, I guess." He grins at the dog, and hunts mercilessly for the scritch spots that make Dodger look silliest with joy. "So... what do you do, when you're not here or gadding about on futurebike?" he asks, glancing up to her again, and then adds, "And sorry if I'm totally monopolizing your time, I mean, I won't be offended if you had plans I'm keeping you from or anything."

Wren rolls a shoulder, "Naw, I just got home - from the pool actually." Her eyes glint with humor. "When on the clock? I'm the APD's resident shrink. I also have my own firm. As for vacancies? there might well be. I only know whats gone on in my wing."

Jai gives a sudden laugh at that. "A wren should always know what's going on in her wing," he says, "...and cool, I haven't met that many shrinks. You must hear a lot of fascinating stories all the time. I mean, okay, if you're working with cops and all I bet a lot of them are depressing, but still, y'know?"

Wren grins at Jai then inclines her head toward him. "I've heard some interesting tales she agrees. "But unfortunately, most of the work I do involves violent crimes. I treat the people who have been traumatized.. it can be kinda intense."

Jai nods, giving Dodger a final intense full-body fuzzle and then straightening up again, stretching with his arms over his head and then rubbing his thighs a little as if to get soreness out of them. "I'd imagine. It must be hard sometimes, with all of that."

Do you think that Dodger is done with Jai simply because he is done with the Dodger? The dog gives a little sneeze then sits on the man's foot, making eyes up at him. The red head cocks a hip to the side then slides a smile toward Jai, "I try not to think of it when I don't have to." she pauses a beat then, "You're a cab driver?"

"I am!" Jai confirms enthusiastically, "If you ever need to go somewhere with more stuff than fits in the bike, I'm your guy!" He spreads his arms in a sort of hip-level 'ta-da!' movement when he says that, grinning.

Wren actually laughs at Jai. "Alright, I don't actually take the bike out all that often. It sorta attracts attention, ya know? And I can't afford to get another, less .. flashy? bike yet. So if I need you I'll give you a call." A wink follows and then she is leaning down to scoop Dodger up off the ground and Jai's foot. "Getting cold yet, you?"

Jai beams, and also, apparently, blushes a bit, though it's not totally obvious on his complexion. "Awesome. Oh hey, hold on..." He digs in a pocket of his coat, and comes up with a business card, which he offers over. "Phone number," he explains, "'cause my innate timing's not good enough to just be there when folks need me, yet. ...thanks for helping me out, and letting me pet your dog. 's nice meeting you both." He pauses a moment, then pulls the card back and a pen from his pocket, and scrawls a second number on the card. "Actually, use this one if you wanna be sure to get me. The other one's dispatch." This time he actually lets her take it, if she's inclined to.

Wren does take it. And she looks at the number he wrote too. "Your personal number?" she asks, brow lifting just slightly. "Thanks.. I'll keep it close." and she does, finding a pocket for it and letting her smile grow just a hint wider. "I'll be seeing you 'round, either way, yeah?" she glances at the apartments then back at him. "Good bye."

"Well... yeah," Jai admits, a tad awkward in the face of lifted brows, but the smile seems to put him back at relative ease, and he grins back. "Either way, mostly likely, yup. Have a good night! Both of you." He lifts a hand to give them one of those little shoulder-height waves, and then starts off in the direction of the office, presumably to see whether 'lunch' is yet complete.

Wren grins at Jai, "I'm sure we will. We always do, don't we dodge?" she asks the Dog. "Yes we do." she nods as the pup's tail wags back and forth. She too heads for the building though her steps bypass the office and instead head down her wing.