Slade pulled into a quiet street off Times Square, he had an important business meeting with a fellow Kabal member later in the day and with nothing better to do thought it prudent to catch up on some much needed shut eye. This was the life, having a few hours to doze peacefully in the centre of New York before an evening 'meal' with a co-worker. Slade wouldn;t really be eating but that was besides the point. Apparently the restaurant was a hot spot for the mutant food lovers and catered for even the most eclectic of mutant needs. After tonight they might even cater for Slade... Who could guess what would happen, either way as long as Slade got the propositions he wanted he wasn't particularly bothered.

He settled down on the roadside, noone was likely to cause too much noise here, yes; a nice spot to kip in car form. One of the advantages of being the mutant he was, if he wanted to sleep he could literally sleep wherever a car could. Quite handy if your place is being watched... Slade switched off the engines and slowly fazed out into a warm snooze. People passed slowly by and eventually all his senses faded to a pleasant black.

Cailyn was prancing down the streets looking for adventure. She strolled down the streets over time square and into streets she never knew existed. She didn't know much about New york and everyday was a adventure. She went passed a restaurant that seemed to have lots of people in it. She gazed inside through the window and looked at the people. They all looked interresting but nothing much.

She suddenly picked up something sleepy behind her. She turned around and saw a car. She walked to it and gazed at it. It was weird that she had sleepy thoughts when she looked at it. She thought that maybe she needed to get inside the car just like a commercial. She stepped inside and felt the soft seats. She could sleep here for sure.

Slade was dreaming, he was human again... There he was and Fred was there, they were both smiling and laughing, mr Antonescu came in and asked them what they were getting for christmas and whether their hair brained schemes would ever work. Then mr Antonescu did something very odd, he walked upto Slade and melted right into him, the once employer of Slade was gone but he felt the weight, as if mr Antonescu were still with him, pressing into the very depths of his body. Then Slade woke up.

He stretched, in car-like fashion, his different cogs and pieces tuning ever so slowly to that tense peak of a deliberate flex. His mind was still groggy from the sleep, and the dream. Slade began to focus more and mentally frowned in consternation, that sure was an odd dream he'd had... He'd distinctly felt something inside of him, coming to think about it he still felt like something was in him. Slade shook his head, in car terms his entire chassis shook violently. He still felt a figure there, he must still be dreaming, the last person to sit there was Circe! Slade froze now, fully awake, someone was sitting in his seat. A carjacker perhaps? No, they would be trying to drive him, that would be the last thing they ever did! Slade, panicking now, tried to assess the situation. So somebody was sitting in his, for reasons unknown, they didn;t seem to be stealing him but they seemed intent on being there...
"What the f*ck!?!" Slade thought desperately to himself, he could talk to them but what if they freaked? Maybe they'd get out of the car? He hoped so, talking cars could drive people into doing crazy things and Slade was in no position to afford crazy; his innards were at stake here!

Tentatively, and carefully, his radio tuned so to reconfigure with his vocal needs rather than the hip hop they had been chumping out before his now obviously unwise nap. Why had he forgotten to lock his doors? Gaining control of himself he whispered nervously through the radio, trying not to speak in a... provocative manner...
"Uh... hello? Could you please tell me why you are sitting inside of me..?"
The figure felt female, its body was pressed into his seat and men didn't curve like that. Well this was going to be awkward, a woman was violating HIS insides, talk about irony! He just hoped the woman in question didn't go mental on him or they'd both end up in serious pain.

Cailyn was looking around with sleepy thoughts in her mind. Suddenly the thoughts where gona and the car started moving. This freaked Cailyn and a bit and she clinged to herself. The car shoot and did stuff normal cars did not do... do they? She looked around freaked out to see if anybody else looked at the car doing weird things but seemingly nobody was around, or noticed what was happening.

Suddenly it stopped and the radio went on. It seemed to finetune itself and as the lights of the radio turned on, Cailyn looked at it amazed. It started to speak and that gave Cailyn hope. It ment that in her logic there really where people in radio's or atleast something that make them talk. She got all close to the radio and said: "I am not inside the radio mister radio mister." She was actually talking the radiomister. This made her dreams come trough and she was finally not nuts on the account of her radio theory.

Slade waited on edge for a reply, so far no screams so far so good. He felt the figure lean in and whisper back to the radio, she wasn't in the radio...
"Radio mister?" Slade thought incredulously, "Is she high?"
Slade supposed it could be an easy mistake to make, noise from radio ergo radio lives. Or it was just the shock at being talked at by a radio that was stopping her going mental and killing everything in a three block radius... Slade didn't know if she could but following the current trend of events it was certainly plausible! He thought he'd better fully explain before she came to her senses and psyched out.

"No no, lady, my voice comes from the radio but I am actually the car. You see, difficult as it is to believe; I'm a mutant. Specifically I can turn into a car, I was sleeping and then you climbed inside and I woke up and..."
Slade was babbling, trying to exert some control on his own voice before he lost his nerve he forced himself to continue, pausing only to try and form a coherent sentence.
"You see, I'm not used to people being... inside... me. Um, I don't know who you are but why are you here? You're not trying to steal me are you?" Slade finished lamely, what else was there to say? Here he was with a strange woman inside of him who believed he was a 'mister radio' or something of the kind. He really hoped she didn't intend on stealing him because he hated battling with people for control of him, it generally ended up with both parties being hurt. She seemed to hold a more childish curiosity than malignant intent, at least he hoped that was the case.
"Why me?" A last, desperate mental plea before she had chance to respond.

Ok, there where no people in the radio afterall. Cailyn scrapped that idea from her mental notes. Now back to the mister who seemingly is the car. Cailyn rubbed her eyes to get rid of the sleepyness. The car was still a person afterwards so it wasn't a dream. She touched the dashboards and softly let her finger slide over it. It didn't feel like a person at all. "Aha." She said. "The car was sleepy and not me." she continued as she scratched her head. "Stealing is bad." She replied to the car again.

As the car was awake so where the voices feeding her info about the person who was a car.... person. She pondered the thought about him for a while as the voices told her nothing but silly things about the size of his rims and the weight of the car. She wanted to do a test and she started the tickle the underside of the seat hoping she would get a reaction as she pulled a sweet smile.

Slade sighed slightly, well at least she wasn't trying to steal him. She did, however, hold a slightly unnerving child-like curiosity because now that she had found out he was indeed a person she hadn't left. Slade was at a loss, what the hell could he do? She wasn't hurting him, she wasn't assaulting him she was simply sitting... then Slade felt queasy. Slade couldn't understand, he hadn't felt like this since before he was a mutant. Something was irritating him and making him, well, something was tickling him?

Slade started to chuckle, this felt unnatural, he'd always hated being tickled and one of the few pro's he'd believed to being a car was that tickling was impossible. The woman had to be doing something, this had never happened before on his own. Then he began to feel little bursts of pain, his body was convulsing slightly as ones does when tickled. Unfortunately a car isn't designed to convulse. Sharp stabs began to poke at Slade, through the choked laughs emanating through his radio speakers he gasped,
"Please, stop. If I move to violently I could break..."
Break? What a poor way of describing it. Here he was being tickled by a stranger and he was using impersonal descriptions. A great way to appeal to the human part of a tickling stranger!
"Please..! Ow, this is beginning to hurt!"

(OOC: sorry for the short post, little time with internet here =) )

The car got hurt by the tickling. How could a car get hurt by tickling was one of the questions that ran through her head. But then again running into a carman wasn't something you do everyday. She stopped the tickling and curled up on the seat. She grabbed her shoulders in a scared way and said: "I'm sorry , i''m sorry." "don't be hurt." She didn't want to hurt the car mostly because she herself didn't like getting hurt and he might hurt her if she continued. She was still curled up and scared that she might have done something bad.

ooc - np hymn just do what you can over the next few weeks

ic - Thankfully the woman stopped, Slade mentally sighed in relief as his insides stopped hurting. As he recovered from the unfortunate discovery that his mind still simulated the feeling of being ticklish, Slade heard the woman reacting in some distress at the possibility of causing harm. Slade would have frowned, had he had a face at the time. This woman seemed really scared, he could feel her doing the most natural thing anyone did when in fear or distress: to curl up into as small a size as possible. Slade affectionally called it 'hedgehog syndrome'.

"Hey, uh it's ok. No harm done and that?" Slade got the feeling she wouldn't be going anywhere soon, he supposed he should try and find out who she was and why she was here.
"Look, my name is Slade. Would you like to tell me your name lady? I didn't mean to upset you ok..?"
So much for the relaxing nap...

The car stopped moving and the ride was over, as long as you could call it a ride. Cailyn sat in the car as it spoke again. It was still weird to see a car speak, in a matter of speaking.

"Hey, uh it's ok. No harm done and that?"
"Look, my name is Slade. Would you like to tell me your name lady? I didn't mean to upset you ok..?"

He introduced himself. The car actually had a name that wasn't a car name. the whispers told her not to do it but she did it anyways. "They call me Cailyn."She said, introducing herself. Introducing herself to a car was something that could be added to her weird list , and that list was long. She was curious what else was in the car and she started looking around. It looked very clean and tidy for a car. maybe because the car was a person.

Slade remainsed still as she told him her name, it was a pretty name. She seemed to be content at simply sitting there, maybe it hadn't occurred to her that he could transform. Come to think of it why the hell would she?
"Hey, uh, Cailyn, if you step out for a second I can change into my more... human-like form. Then we can have a proper chat yeah? maybe go to a cafe or something, jus' sittin' still with a lady inside me is gettin' a little awkward..."

Slade hoped that she'd understand, possibly simple curiosity would get her to step out so he could return to his human form. While he could stay in car form for a while it got uncomfortable after a while, it also tired him out which was why he usually ended up sleeping while in car form. Not to mention he'd actually be able to see who this Cailyn was and possibly work out why she decided to use him as a seat. Slade did get himself into the weirdest situations...

"Hey, uh, Cailyn, if you step out for a second I can change into my more... human-like form. Then we can have a proper chat yeah? maybe go to a cafe or something, jus' sittin' still with a lady inside me is gettin' a little awkward..."

By the time he finished his sentance she was already crawling into the back the seat. She looked back at the radio. Was she going to listen to him or not. As always she obayed. She didn't want to end up on anybody's bad side. She crawled to the door and tried to open it. To bad it didn't open. It had a children safety look on it like most of the cars did. She didn't understand and tried to open it some more. She turned around to the other door to try it. It wouldn't open either. She moved back to the front and moved her head to the radio. "I can't go you are locked. " She said. She got a bit frightened by it. What if she was to remain in this car..... Forever.

Slade swore silently, how come she could open the damned doors from the outside but not from the inside, this was the problem with technology design today: keep the little kiddies in all safe but don't worry about grown women randomly locking themselves in you, Slade turned his engines fully on and felt his dormant systems wink into life.
"Try the unlock button on the dashboard now, Cailyn."
He hoped that she could get out, if she couldn't either there was something incredibly wrong with Slade or he was just so stressed from being infiltrated that his systems had locked down... Either way she could be here for a while, which wasn't the prospect Slade was hoping for! He rooted around in his internal systems, trying to remember where the manual unlock was that he could activate. It was infuriating he'd not had to use it in years and now he could barely remember how to do it, maybe the mechanics at Mondragon... No he couldn't take ther there, Slate would skin him alive...
"Any luck?" Slade asked, desperately.

"Try the unlock button on the dashboard now, Cailyn."

She looked at the dashboard and scratched her head. It was button heaven for somebody who liked buttons that is. She poked one of the buttons and the airconditioning went on. "Nope. " She said to herself and poked it again. She looked again. It was all fuzzy for her. After this she would never get into a car without asking it first. She gave the buttons another try and this time the heather went on and off. "Nope." She mumbled to herself. The whispers in her head gave her direction to all the wrong buttons. By the time she tried 10 buttons all the wrong things happened. Windshieldwipers, windshield washer , the radio , you name it. Suddenly she head a a click coming from the door. She turned around and tried the door again. It opened ! Hurrah ! she stumbled out and turned around and gently closed the door. She didn't want to hurt the car.... again. She stood there waiting for his trick.

Slade scowled silently in discomfort as his systems started activating willy nilly beyond his control, this brought him back to the time when Circe had been forced to drive him. Relinquishing control of his body had never been easy for him, he'd always felt like a conscious puppet trying to resist its puppeteers will. Eventually she managed to find the door locks and she scampered out, free once again. Slade sympathised, it was a relief to have her out of him at last.

Smiling subconsciously, and taking a sigh of relief, Slade began to transform. A multitude of parts shifted aside as his metallic innards began to spin and replace themselves in appropriate locations. Fluidly folding in on himself, Slade's figure grew in height as he reformed his matter into the humanoid form of his mutation. His chest sealing back into place as his chassis settled into its new form, his arms and legs finshed clicking softly into their sockets as he rose to stand his full height. Rolling his neck and stretching ponderously as he reasserted his control over his newly transformed systems, Slade turned to face Hymn and decided instead of simply walking off as fast as possible he may as well attempt to get to know her. She was probably freaked right now and in need of coffee or something of thelike.
"So, you still want that coffee gal? It's nice to actually be able to see you..."
Slade wondered just how much of an effect his transformation would have on her; some ran, some screamed and others didn't seem to care...