[Keiko heads to the garage! It's not hard to find, since she was given a tour and all. It's the big double doors at the end of the hall, past the armory.] * Keiko doesn't go for the armory! Unless it's really, really open. She clutches her plush close as she does, mainly because this isn't really a good idea. Her teeth are still set in a small bit of anger. [Probably a good thing she's not going to the armory, then.] (So agreed!) [The doors intimidate her. Plus there's a camera. [Actually there's cameras all over. I just haven't been describing them.] (I figured.:) * Keiko frowns at the doors in _more_ anger, and checks to see of they're open. [They're not open, but they are unlocked!] * Keiko goes in, then, to check it out for real. [Hooooo... it's pretty noisy in there. What with the machinery and all. There's a bunch of vehicles in the room: cars, trucks and vans. Looks like there's a large elevator to carry them up to the upper floor. The garage itself is litered with machinery, oil drums, spare parts, and other junk.] [A bunch of mechanics work on various stuffs, including one Robert Johnson, met previously. He's busy calibrating or somesuch on one of the bots. The other's not in sight. Prolly 'cause it's on patrol.] [They all wear grey jumpsuits.] [At least it's not fugly orange.] * Keiko wrinkles her noise at the smell of oil, but glances around a bit anyway. It's away. Away is fine. She doesn't look so horribly out of place, being all in black! That's like grey. She's more looking for something she can palm real quick. Like a screw or something. [Keiko finds a spark plug!] * Keiko crouches down, tries to make sure nobody's watching, and when/if nobody is, she nonchalantly picks it up and hides it in her palm as best she can. ( Stealth roll! ) (Blew it like monkeys unless it's on mind!) ( Actually that's probably another roll. ) (Oh?) ( Yah. Slight of hand or something ) ( Yep. Slight of hand. Still body, though. ) (Well, Keiko doesn't have any of those skills. Unless it ends up being on mind, she didn't make that.) [It sure doesn't. Keiko slips and the spark plug rolls along the ground, towards the inner part of the garage.] * Keiko sucks in a breath and stands up, frowning at it. Stupid spark plug. She tries to TK-roll it back along the ground. Come back here, you! [It reluctantly returns.] * Keiko tries to pull it up under her dress, with TK. That'll teach it. Hmph. She squeezes the plush tighter. [Keiko makes with the sexual inuendo.] * Keiko just holds it there as she turns and walks out of the room. [End!]