[Video | Thursday afternoon]

[professorwolf]

[The werewolf on the screen this afternoon is a little more mussed than usual, and a little less affable than usual. In fact, he looks as if he may be both frustrated and a little scuffed up-- his cravat is definitely a bit askew, his jacket actually a little rumpled, and there's just a little bit of mud on his elbow.

And this is after he's already cleaned off a bit.

The background is of the Old City military base, in the distance, with the overhanging clouds but thankfully no rain. Right now, anyway.]

Pardon, but... is there anyone who is not too terribly busy at the moment who might have the time, and disposition, to come demonstrate just how one rides one of these two-wheeled motorized contraptions? I appear to be... having a spot of difficulty.

[He's sure someone is going to make fun of him for this... but it's better to have it be one of them, who understand his temporal differences from most of them, than one of the soldiers who don't.]

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[professorwolf]

[Considering how many people he knew back in England with hyphenated names, Lyall doesn't even bat an eye.]

I must admit, sometimes I am surprised that my own Alpha, Lady Maccon, didn't do the same. It seems very much like something she would do. Regardless, it's a pleasure, Mrs. Baxter-Fenwick.

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

[Hm. Well behaved. Point in his favor.]

Sure thing. Now, let's get you ridin' this thing without anything windin' up smashed.

[professorwolf]

Thank you. My problem seems to be largely in balance, and some with coordination-- I haven't gotten used to the controls yet, I'm afraid.

[He leads the way over to the motorbike in question, a fairly standard specimen, obviously purchased used and a little dirty from falling over a few times and running into some foliage a couple other times.]

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

They do feel a little different from just riding a bike, but I wouldn't be surprised if you were spookin' yourself. It's pretty much the same trick.

[Of course he rode a bike when he was a kid. Who didn't?]

[professorwolf]

[He gives her an apologetic look, and explains:]

I'm afraid I never rode any kind two-wheeled contraption in my time, Mrs. Baxter-Fenwick. I come from London in eighteen-seventy-five, and while such things did exist then, I never had to actually attempt to use one for transport.

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

Ah, Christmas. Well, that puts us back at the beginning. I wonder if anybody does have a bike you could borrow to get the hang of the balance on...

[No training wheels for motorbikes, after all.]

[professorwolf]

I suppose it's possible, though I haven't seen any. I could ask at Edmund's, he seems able to find just about anything.

[He has a thought, looking between her and his new acquisition, and adds,]

If the possibility of hurting my person is your concern, however, you needn't fear. I mend quite rapidly.

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

Huh, ain't that handy? Good to know. But, uh, still not a lotta point in you crashin' that little bike all over the place. It doesn't have super powers at all.

[professorwolf]

Quite true, and I would hate to damage it before I even got it anywhere. Well, should I see about that bicycle first, then?

[He sounds resigned, but he'll take her advice, whatever it is.]

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

Yeah, seems like. I don't wanna see any smashin' we could avoid.

[She grins at him.]

But maybe someone's got somethin' you could borrow. Silly to waste the trip. If nothin' else, we'll get yah standin' up.

[professorwolf]

[The smile he returns is small, but kind, and grateful, too.]

Thank you, Mrs. Baxter-Fenwick. I have a few people here I might ask, or I could check at supply. Would you like to accompany me, in the meantime, as we sniff something down?