[video: forward-dated to the 24th]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Hey. [Sam grins at her drone---and thus, Haven in general---as she strides (a bit unevenly, as always) down the hall her apartment is in.] If we've talked a lot, or you've done me a favour, I need to know where you are, cause I've got something to give you. If you're at home? Great. If not? Say something, don't make me hunt. I got too much ground to cover today.

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[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[Breakdown looks interested] Present?

[automobileenthusiast]

[WELL FINE Knock Out cheers up almost instantly.]

She did some crazy voodoo to my paint job. Get a load of this.

[He hold up a creepy pointy finger and scratches at the back of this other arm with it. Normally this would leave an ugly mark, but NOW there's MAGIC PAINT oh snap.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Sam does the best Vanna White she can while still sitting, clearly quite pleased with her handiwork. As far as she's concerned, she should be.]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He's admittedly shocked to see Knock Out purposely scratch at his armor...and equally shocked to find no marks are left. He takes hold of his partner's arm for a closer look.]

Heh...nothing. That's pretty amazing, Sam. Perfect gift for Knock Out.

[automobileenthusiast]

[Knock Out wiggles his fingers at Breakdown, looking all amused. His voodoo armor is super cool, okay.]

I admit, I'm thoroughly impressed. Why don't you show Breakdown what you got him, Sammy?

[10_20_15_5_50]

[The little punk is just going to bask in this praise, okay? Okay!]

Thanks, big guy. I thought so, too. [And then, to KO:] Had it pocketed long enough.

[She holds up Breakdown's present so that he can see it, even take it if he wants to in spite of its being so small---something maybe half the size of Sam's hand, in a little red pouch with the drawstring tied tight.]

It's not much to look at, but I did everything I could to make it effective. It's for good luck, but you gotta have it on you, so I was thinking maybe it could go in your glovebox. Just... don't open the bag.

And if you do open the bag, don't ask me about it.

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[He offers a finger for her to set the bag on and lifts it up to look at as though he might be able to see through the paper.]

So...I can’t open it, and if I do, I can’t ask about it? ...Why?

[automobileenthusiast]

It's a secret, Breakdown. You wouldn't want to spoil the mystery, would you?

[SEE knock out's helping, sam. what a bro.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[a+ robro, to be sure; this sort of thing is exactly why knock out now has voodoo paint]

If you really, really want, you can open it, because that won't actually affect its effectiveness... but I'm not going to explain its preparation. Suffice to say it's something I don't think I'll do again, but for that working? Yeah, worth it. Just feel loved.

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[Does he open it? Does he just accept the bag? Curiosity wins.]

Dump it outta the bag for me? [He wants to see it. He may regret it, but he wants to see it.]

[automobileenthusiast]

[OOOOH BREAKDOWN you weenie. Knock Out glances at the bag and then down at tiny human friend Sam. mMMMM]

It's not still like twitching or bleeding or anything, is it?

[10_20_15_5_50]

[She moves to open the bag, but pauses with it in hand to snort, amused, at Knock Out's question.]

Dude, no. No, no. It's cleaned, it's cured, it's okay.

[It's not an unfair question to ask, what with voodoo this and voodoo that, but the rabbit's foot Sam pulls from the pouch is unremarkable: light brown and uncapped, the hide stitched together (carefully, if inexpertly) over the stump of its ankle. She sets it on Breakdown's finger for his inspection, shrugging.]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[What?! What's he a weenie for now? He just wants to see it! And it's in a tiny bag, he didn't want to crush is trying to dump it out.]

[He...gives the foot a funny look, confused.]

...I don't get it, but all right. I guess, put it in the glove box?

[He'll hold it out to Sam so he can transform.]

[automobileenthusiast]

Just roll with it. Humans cut off animal feet for luck, I guess. The important thing is, Sam is absolutely precious. Y'know, in a creepy sort of way.

[Of course he's teasing he has to take a jab at his favorite human ok.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Sam takes the foot, tucking it back into its pouch.]

Specific feet, but what he said. [She grins at Knock Out, figuring the teasing is only fair; nobody (so far as she knows) uses body parts/products same as she does.] I'll take that; thank you.