[b][right]Garage // Edge Tower // Seattle[/right][/b]

Since joining up with the Conor and company, Johnny found himself at a bit of a loss when it came to the racing scene. He still kept up with Nascar online but his goal of racing in the big leagues had fallen to the wayside with his more permanent move. All that being said he was a racer at heart and managed to sniff out a few street racing groups in the surrounding area. When the group weren't out finding Carpenter-Kid, Johnny was out doing his best to tune The Car and race her anywhere that would let him. Last night was one of those nights off, giving Johnny the time to whoop and get whooped by the locals all night. It was a fun time but come sunrise Johnny was bushwhacked. Mr.Renault pulled into the building's parking garage and parked himself in the first available spot. He wasn't sure if it was reserved or not but as Johnny's eyes grew heavy he didn't really care. 

Hours later, Johnny awoke to a bright blue flash and the briefest glimpse of a beam blowing out the side of the building. His groggy mind took a good few minutes to deduce it was likely Bug-Boy doing some target practice. Johnny rubbed the sleep from his face before giving it a light but firm slap to really wake himself up. 

"Better go let the gaggle know I haven't jumped ship yet. Thanks for the snooze Carly." Johnny said to The Car's dash, giving it a pat and feeling that oh so familiar feeling that the car appreciated the affection. Johnny dismounted his noble stead and headed up the elevator to the penthouse. 

Stepping out into the penthouse was like night and day; the calm and quite of the elevator was replaced by the idle chatter of his team who all seemed to be out and about at the moment.

"Morning everyone!" Johnny said, giving a wave to nobody in particular as he headed for the pantry. It was nice to be among[color=#2E2C2C]us[/color] others who were in less-than-ordinary circumstances but Johnny hadn't seemed to really click with anyone with the possible exception of Eilidh. Their interest weren't one-to-one but Johnny's 'powerset' seemed to mesh with hers, making him easier to 'talk' to with her powers of the mind. Johnny fired an additional nod her way as he passed by to the pantry to rummage for a breakfast, blissfully unaware of the true length of his nap.