19271/Central Park Seasonal Supervision

Central Park Seasonal Supervision
Date of Scene:	11 October 2024
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	Several random paths cross while Doreen is helping Central Park squirrels prepare for colder seasons.
Cast of Characters:	Doreen Green, Monet St. Croix, Bart Allen, Aisling Caroll, Cain Marko, Rissh, Noa, Caleb Dykstra

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Doreen Green has posed:
Central Park is as Central Park always is, and while some of the patronage has trickled down with the cooler seasons approaching it was still an active site for those people that wanted to keep in touch with some nature amongst the jungle of concrete and steel surrounding it. Kids playing football on the sports fields. Couples taking walks in the cool but calm air. The random jogger taking a break on a bench, lost to the rest of the world around them thanks to a iphone and ear buds.

And squirrels.

Squirrels were hardly an unusual sight in Central Park. But they didn't always gather together in large droves admist the Great Lawn unless there was a reason to.

And to the surprise of pretty much no one at all, that reason is Doreen Green, The Unstoppable Squirrel Girl! Who was dolling out clusters of peanuts, walnuts and other assorted nuts while Tippy-Toe (the one with the pink bow) and Monkey Joe (the one with the dapper tophat) watched from her shoulders. And occasionally chattered something in squirrelesque to help keep the numbers of fluffy tailed friends in some semblence of order.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
It had been a long day for Monet. Somewhat bruised, having been caught up chasing what the media had dubbed a 'vehicle vigilante'. In this case, some sort of car that had taken it upon themself to start running down car thieves. Judging by the tire tread marks on her, she had been the one at the receiving end of the fender bender.
    "The next time I see a lambourghini I am going to crush it no questions asked." It was sore, it was undignified, and she still had no idea why some sort of self-aware car was racing along the city playing Carmageddeon

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen has gotten out of class, and today was a study on animals in the wild. In New York if you want to see animals in the wild, your choices are pretty much birds, rats, and squirrels. So if he wants to observe some and not wanting to go into the sewers, it is the park. He is a bit surprised as he has walked a bit and not seen any, and now, is walking up on a whole scurry of them. He will stop at the edge watching for a moment.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    New York was something, different, but also the same for Aisling the Gothamite. Today, was a day to take stock and decompress and the best way to do that was to hop on her bike and go for a ride. She'd managed to make it all the way to Central Park and had decided now was as good a time as any to get some /nature/ style decompress time. When she finally wanders in, the blue and green eyed paladin can't help but stare at the girl with the fluffy tail and all her fluffy friends. Pretty obviously too. Out side the stare, she's also head on a swivel and looking at everyone else present. Then, she recognizes a face, but only just and waves at Monet.

Cain Marko has posed:
Central Park isn't without its assortment of strange denizens, passer byers and park goers, so how about this one? A semi-truck cab with arms and legs, wearing a tight fitting tee-shirt sporting a cartoonish visage of godzilla looming over the city skyline, form fitting jeans, workboots, and an old baseball cap set atop a close cut crop of red hair...lightly grown beard framing a cinderblock of a jaw. A bruiser that looks like he ate the entire defensive line of a few football teams and then started to dine on the last decades winners of Mr. Olympia.

So you know. Perfectly normal!

SO yes - a certain Citizen Cain Marko counts as once such being. his presence draws some attention much in the same way that someone might find one of those images of those gigantic roided out bulls and oxen impossible to look away from...resulting in a various bit of assorted reactoins of 'Good God' and 'Oh My God' at the sight along with the occasional 'he must be onna them wrestler types'. He might be a meta. He might be a mutant. He might just be an overly gifted gigantic man. But he -is- certainly here...for hot dogs.

He looms over a slightly panicked and visibly nervous hotdog vendor who trembles in the presence of the gargantua man and waits for him to finish looking over a menu sporting various collections of junk food, soda and other assortments to buy alongside the comically small hot dog he holds in his massive hand. The cartoonish grin of the Godzilla plastered on his tee shirt stares directly at the eye level of the nervous vendor as the rest of Cain looms overhead.

And he's not even in his work clothes! Some people...

Doreen Green has posed:
Biking, that's one that I forgot! Fortunately there's marked pathes for it so there aren't any potential pedestrian problems. Monkey Joe turns his head to watch the biker pass, but it's probably more to make sure there's not any dogs in tow. Don't need a repeat of the last time that caught them off-guard while doing one of these gatherings. There's also a really big pile of man over there getting hotdogs... which is a bit of a sight but you know, it's New York. There's spiders climbing buildings and turtles in the sewers, a muscular hulk (but not the Hulk) is out there but not EXTREMELY weird.

Doreen's attention is mainly on the surry before her. Until her exceptional peripheral vision notices the fellow standing off to the side of the gathering and she turns to wave cheerfully to Bart. "Don't mind us, just making sure everyone gets plenty of of stuff to horde away before winter."

Tippy-Toe chirrups sharply. "Yeah, and cuts down on 'incidents' wandering out into the greater city to look." Doreen's tail gives a twitch. "We don't need another autumn war with the pidgeons."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance over at Cain, rather bruised, "Mister Marko." She would take a breath and rub at her cheek, trying to get some of the gunk off it. "I hope that you are doing well." She's just leaving it at that. Not saying who he is beyond that since the man seems to be out and about and enjoying himself.

"Doctor Carroll, I'm sorry for having not met you while you were having your introductions at the Institute. I am Monet St. Croix." Leaving her full name out of it for once.
    Bart playing ninja is,f or now, not noticed.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen is not a ninja, he left that outfit at home. He is wearing jeans and a video game shirt. He will walk over towards Doreen "War with the pidgeons?" His brow raised. "You talk to them, can I come nearer without freaking them out?"

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    Aisling's hands both come up and wave back and forth rather rapidly, "Oh, no no, I'm not a doctor" she replies looking rather flustered. "I umm, I'm just the assistant nurse until I finish my studies." Though, maybe Doctor might be more prudent giving that she does give Monet a good look over. SHe goes right in to nurse in trianing mode, "Aisling" she adds as she holds a hand out and smiles brightly, "Just Aisling, nice to meet you." She head tilts, "Do you, need any help?"

Cain Marko has posed:
A shame when a guy with biceps that can use truck tires as arm bands is only 'kinda amazing'! But then again, when your adventures can take you across dimensions, time and space potentially...you see a lot so it can be forgiven! Either way, Cain seems content without too much attention falling on him beyond the expected sneaky and not so sneaky photos. Sure he might not be spitting fire out of his nostrils but...if size wasn't impressive people woudln't be in awe of natures own titans. The minor harassmant is a small price to pay for being The Exemplar of Physical Power.

"Mmm.." he rumbles, hearing Monet but not answering her right away or even really looking her way either. Instead his free hand fishes out a roll of bills and then thumbs out a twenty.. He then gingerly sets it onto the hotdog cart and lifts his hands up to point at a bag of Ruffles<tm>. It seems he's made 'a choice'.

Dark shades hide his ice blue eyes so when they finally flicker in Monet's direction it's not immediately noticable until he ultimately turns his head, the thickness of his neck almost making it seem like it's a tank turret swiveeling her way.

"You here to 'collect' after what I did to you in L.A.?" It's not...the most kind sounding greeting no.

HIs eyes wander over towards Aisling now, as she's in speaking distance given Monet greeting them both and his gaze rests on her as his mouth sets into a mild but studious frown. This leads to just cause for him to really give the immediate area a once over, spotting Doreen and her 'entourage' not far off. "What in the--..."

Doreen Green has posed:
Doreen Green chuckles and waves the worry off dismissively. "You're fine, just don't make any sudden potentially aggressive seeming movements." If she only knew who she was talking to, she'd maybe reconsider the first part of that but it is what it is. "There may not be a lot of natural predators in the park, but you know," she taps a temple with one fingertip, "instincts are hard wired."

"But if you really want to make a good first impression." Doreen strolls over to hand Bart one of the bags of peanuts. And all the squirrels still waiting follow her movement with an almost eerie synchronized motion.

Doreen is used to be stared at it. It comes with the whole big poofy tail deal, so if she's noticed others from the other side of the lot staring at her she hasn't shown it getting to her any.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would shake her head over at him, "No, you weren't in your.. Proper state." She's not heard the whole story but she knows that he was forced to do things against his will. And that was something she could sympathize with and would not make an issue of. "We're both out here just to relax after all." She'd already been run over at least once tonight, and wasn't in the mood to peel herself off a nearby wall once more. And keeping the conversation rather subtle just in case someone else around that wasn't quite as casual about things wouldn't pick up on it.

"And the protector of Central Park." She would gesture at Squirrel Girl as if in introduction over to Cain, a low smirk rising on her lips. Then over to Aisling. "True, but it is still respectful to refer to you as such. I'm sure that the.. Plethora of cases that you'll have to deal with at the Institute will be quite.. Broadening of your horizons."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen will take the bag, and squats down to offer one at a time to the squirrels. He does looks over to Cain and Monet at their conversation, which does allow one of the squirrels to get two nuts instead of one. He sees not going to be a fight, and says "They are cute little guys and girls. I'm Bart by the way." He offers in introduction.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    "I, well, if you say so" she adds smiling warmly at Monet. To the rest of the crew gathered around, the blue and green eyes paladin simply offers them all smiles, waves, and nods.

Cain Marko has posed:
THe identity of a giant red headed man as -The- infamous Juggernaut--isn't really known at large and even to most in the superhero and super villain community so the likelyhood of this random giant bruiser getting into a fight witht he infamous 'M' ...probably was never high from most observations.

Unless youc an overhear them that is. Cain's eyes narrow slightly as Monet reminds him of that...event. He then looks away from her, claiming his chips and his change from the vendor and finally turning away from it - much to the relief of the man. He quickly packs up his goods, intending on getting out of there and not even looking to make another sale with the two nearby ladies.

"Yeah, yeah.." he confirms towards Monet, "...Sorry. I busted you up pretty bad... I mean, nothing I wouldn't do on a normal day if I had cause or just felt like it but...." his voice trails off. Clearly bothered and without his helmet his random thoughts might be picked up by any listening telepaths. He's not pleased about what happened, brusqueness or not.

"Institute, eh?" he finally says and then he gestures at Aisling and then towards Doreen, "So they both belong to you?" he asks Monet and then adds to that with a slight smirk, "Calling her a doctor when she isn't...aint a sign of respect. It's just plain wrong... Jus' sayin'..."

Rissh has posed:
Rissh sticks out like a sore thumb on the best of days, but today it's even more obvious than usual. Her hands cradle a cheap looking cell phone, fingers attempting to tap the screen, then the buttons, "Turn on." Nothing happens, "Activate." Nothing. "Activate start up." Nothing.

The woman walks stiffly, her face without emotion. The phone continues to remain blank until she presses and holds one of the buttons. It flashes to life with an 8 bit sound and Rissh begins to explore the device with intent focus, and unintentionally continues down the park path towards the group.

Doreen Green has posed:
"Doreen," replies the squirrel-tailed girl to Bart as she tosses out a few more walnuts to the rest of the squirrels. Several nuts are stuffed into cheeks and some make off for the trees to stash them away.

"Hopefully they won't dig up any drug stashes this time." Doreen rubs the back of her head with one hand. "Yeah, that was a whole thing. Had to beat up the gang that hid them when they came looking for their horde... and the squirrels weren't too happy about the weird dust either."

Doreen turns towards the other group, pointing at Tippy and Joe on her shoulders. "These two are mine, the rest live in the park."

Noa has posed:
Noa will eventually figure out how to set upa trade route with Earth and some planet in the Shi'ar empire. But until then, she continues to explore thisquaint planet. Coming around a corner in her space suit, as such, looking more like a lightly armored bodysuit, the only thing she does to hide any alien-ness, is a very light illusion on her head to give her feathers a more hair-like appearance.

She stops at a cart, and considers. "So you are selling meat in a wrap." "It's a hot dog, lady. You want one? Three dollars." "Do they have cherries in them?" "You alright lady? No cherries in my hot dogs. Beef, bread, and if you want, ketchup, mustard, and onions."

She tilts her head then palms the man a gold coin. "Will this do?" He looks, weighs the coin in his hand, and then bites it. IT's.. gold? "Hell, have two." And so she gets two hot dogs, which she is staring at, unwrapping one carefully.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would sigh over at Marko, "With the wide variety of things that she'll have to get used to dealing with when it comes to treatments at th Institute, she'll earn it soon enough. And besides, she'll likely be working with Henry." If working with Hank didn't smooth out everything, nothing else would.

"And ti's fine. No lasting harm done." Monet's standards of 'lasting harm' were rather wide after all. The joys of having fought berserk Kryptonians and heralds of blood gods multiple times. At least with Cain she was able to move afterwords without needing ferried out in a stasis pod.

She glances over her shoulder at Bart's conversation wtih Doreen, then the tones of Rissh having technical troubles would be amusing. then she would pick up the Shi'Ar going about in disguise to try and blend in with human eyes.. And go to let out a sigh at her and then speak in High Shi'Ar to her from a distance. "Hello."

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen 's brow raises looking over at the body suit, as he tries to place which empire it is from. He then looks back over to the squirrels, and then to Dorren. "Maybe you could have them alert of it, and trade them for any they find in nuts, to help clean up the park?"

Cain Marko has posed:
"Working with a doctor and other things don't make you a doctor kid." counters Cain, not even looking at Monet as he lifts his own hot dog up, preparing to take a bite. "But whatever. Aint my school. If Charles is in the habit of handing out titles to every person that happens t'sign up and want one....that's none o'my business."

With that, he takes a hefty bite of the hot dog...something that seems to be a common theme now with Noa having gifted the vendor who had scurried away from him earlier with a gold coin for his troubles and two more hot dogs.

The subject of thier discussion has seemingly seen fit to take her leave as well so Cain simply shrugs with some finality as if to suggest that particular subject is over...and he takes anothert bite of the hot dog to seal the deal.

Doreen and Bart's conversation goes on without much additional attention fro the huge man for now but he does eventually see Noa and Rissh as well. More biareness.

"Hn.." he grunts, mildly acknowledging them being in the area before addressing Monet once again, "No lasting harm done... I coulda killed you." he grunts.

Yes, she was able to move afterwards. It was very much one strike away from that -not- being the case. Only her telepathy staved that off, eventually being able to reach his mind to 'wake him'.

"I aint fond of how that went down. So if you wanna take a swing at me..I wouldn't blame you.."

Rissh has posed:
Rissh blankly stares at the phone as it does nothing she wants it to. The 'thing' is closed and stuffed in a pocket. Then she stops mere feet away from the group around Cain. Her arms habitually cross behind her back, "Hello. It is a nice day." She smells the air, like someone in a movie, "Quite fascinating these trees don't you think?" Then a closed lips smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb is enjoying a quiet day as he walks along the park's pathways. He takes in the breeze, and the smell of grass comes rushing in - and so does the smell of hot-dogs.

Wearing a hoodie over his head, over which a long coat hangs, he moves in the direction of the nearby hot-dog vendor, checking how much money he's got on him...

And lookijg up, he starts to recognize faces, the more distinct being Cain's (seriously, if he goes unnoticed, you need a perscription for pair of glasses). Monet's a familiar face, though she never talked that much. The others are not so familiar - or just have not fallen into his view -, except for Noa, who happens to be at the vendor.

So, he approaches, just in time to see her toss a gold coin for her hot-dog. And he frowns, shaking his head. "You need to get updated on currency, girl", he says amiably to her.

Noa has posed:
Noa unwraps the dog and takes a bit out of it, considering the taste, and deciding it's fine. "Very easy to eat."

But now she's been spotted, and spoken to in a native language of Chandilar. She looks over without thinking,a nd waves. <<Hello>> she responds in kind to Monet, before looking, and then seeming very confused. <<Are you from one of the member worlds of the Empire?>> Walking up to Monet, taking another few bites of her hot dog, the first of two.

"Hey lady you forgot your drink." He tosses it to her, and she barely manages to catch it against her chest.

While then adjusting her grip on one and a half hot dogs, and a can of Pepsi, she looks to Caleb. "I'm generally finding that gold is accepted widely on this planet. I've been here months now." she says, looking slightly like her expertise is getting challenged. "Though I did learn I'm not the first to take aninterest here. An Imperial Princess once came here looking for a prominent mental talent, and was brought here by fleet Captain K'rk."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
This is giving Monet another headache. The state of pan-galactic politics over is of itself chaotic enough.. She goes to speak once more in her best approximation of High Shi'Ar. <<Close enough. But do watch yourself in this realm. Cal'syee Neramani has made quite an impression here.>> Well, it was only trying to take over the planet once or twice, then trying to hybridize the Brood..

Monet's eye is twitching now as she goes to let out a soft groan and takes a breath. Noa can't be talking about the guest staying at the Mansion, can she?

Doreen Green has posed:
"Yeah, they know better than to touch the stuff now," Doreen reassures. "Though a couple learned the hard way." Followed by a sigh and a shake of her head. But like usual with Doreen the bit of a somber mood doesn't last for longer than necessary and she perks right back up. "Besides, we regularely look the place over to be safe." She waves a hand in the direction of the sport fields. "Not just for the squirrels, there's a lot of kids that come to the park too. Wouldn't want them stumbling across a stash of the nasty stuff either!"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen nods his head a bit and does feed the whole bag of peanuts he was given to them, and says "So, you been able to talk to them your whole life? And can you talk to other animals, besides squirrels?

Cain Marko has posed:
Whelp - that seems good enough for him.

Cain finishes the hot dog off and as Monet turns her attention towards the Shi'ar woman and starts, as far as Cain is concerned, speaking gibberish - his interest in talking to her further has effectively waned to nil.

The strange woman next to them? That draws an eyebrow raise over the rim of his glasses. "They're trees.." he notes brusquely. "They're about as fascinating as trees can be."

From the deadpan tone of his voice...not very fascinating at all as far as he's concerned - save for being used as a blunt improvised weapon.

Caleb is spotted as well but the sccial interaction seems to have reached his limit for him at the moment and so...without another word he turns and egins stepping away..starting to continue his path across the park with the heavy sound of his foot steps an audible thing that seems -just- shy of shaking the ground itself. But only 'just' shy. Once again, The Juggernaut is on the move.

Rissh has posed:
Rissh continues to smile, "Yes trees!" She watches the giant man leave and then looks at Doreen, and her tail, "Hello." She looks to the others, no emotion in her expression, other than that smile, "I seem to have walked into a conversation unintentionally. I apologize. I was simply attempting to be friendly."

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
The young Gothamite looks at Noa with a deadpan expression. Followed by a blink.

"Kirk, huh?" He sighs, "Okay, you got to stop taking 'Star Trek' literally. That's only a show." Nevermind he can't place the episode - to him, she said 'Kirk'. "The Next Generation is okay, but had a slow start to get on the right track. Enterprise was 'meh' until it got good, but by then it was too late. Never reached its full pot..."

He stops in his tracks, dropping his head, "This is not 'James T. Kirk' K'rk you're talking about, is it?" He kinda wishes it were, because then he wouldn't look like an idiot.

He looks at Cain leaving, and can't help but feel a certain sigh of relief - bruised and broken ribs remind him of just how dangerous he could be.

Noa has posed:
Noa cracks open the beverage, as there's so much going on. A large man rumbling off. Squirrels at the park. Rissh who apparently is a comppletely ordinary person.

But then she gathers her attention to thsoe she is speaking with mostly, Monet and Caleb. She shifts to English since Caleb isn't speaking the Shi'ar language. "Technically that person was stripped of that name in her treason, so I should hope she has a bad reputation. She's earned one, even if she's ... sometimes reforming, depending on who you ask."

"But imperial politics is way above my pay grade. Captian K'rk's name is not James, no. I think it was... K'rk 'N'Kazaii, who served then-Princess Lilandra."

Doreen Green has posed:
Doreen Green glances over her shoulder for a moment to Rissh with a smile. "No worries! It's a park, it's a public place, you're not interrupting anything."

Then turns her attention back to Bart, giving her tail a few swishes back and forth. "Yes, since I was young at least, and no, just squirrels. Right?" Both squirrels in her shoulders squeak in agreement. Then Doreen reachs back to give her tail a flick with her hand. "The thing that weirded people out more was that I was born like this." Gives a dismissive twirl of her other hand. "Not the usual 'manifest at puberty' thing you hear mutants talk about."

Rissh has posed:
Rissh continues to smile, "It's a wonderful park yes." She looks to Noa finally, says nothing, then pulls the cell phone she was holding earlier out of her pocket, "This.. phone is defective. It is new and turns on. But it refuses to cooperate when I try to dial a.. phone number. Are any of you experienced with this model?"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen hmmms and nods his head a bit and says "There are some who are born with their abilities, I have heard." He is one of those as well, but does not point it out. "I was thinking your abilities might be handy where I work, but we only have a few rare species of Squirrels from other countries at the gotham zoo.

Doreen Green has posed:
Doreen Green pats Bart on the shoulder. "Well if you ever need someone to talk to them you know where to find me." Then after a moment, and a bop to the side of the head by Monkey Joe, something dons on her. "Oh, right. Do your thing Monkey Joe." The squirrel jumps down to her side, climbing into the pocket of her jacket, and climbing back out again with a calling card in his mouth. Which he climbs back up onto her arm and offers to Bart. With all the contact methods for her online media connections. "Okay -now- you know where to find me!"

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen chuckles and takes the card "Thanks," He offers. His phone beeps and says "I need to go, will keep that in mind Thanks."

Noa has posed:
Noa is eating, and things are settling down it seems. Which is good, she's hungry. But Rissh gets her attention. "That's odd. My understanding is most Earth residents are very familiar with how to use those communications systems. They're crude and limited range, but they're useful enough for a one-planet species. Return it to thevendor you purchased it from?"

Rissh has posed:
Rissh continues to hold up the phone, "It is clearly malfunctioning." She looks to Noa, "I will return it to where I obtained it." She gives the phone another glance, "It turns on but does nothing else." She doesn't shrug or glare, or do anything else. It's as if she is completely unbothered by her circumstances, "It was.. a pleasure to meet you all." She turns and stiffly walks the way she came, arms unswinging if anyone notices. Her hands are dangling beside her.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Okay, so it's not Star Trek...", Caleb says. "You know, for a moment I thought you were mistaking a series franchise we got going on, and you were mistaking it for real-life history." He shakes his head. "Nevermind me."

He turns to the vendor, ordering himself a hot-dog. He looks at the others gathered, and offers a polite wave, "Hi. I'm Caleb."

Noa has posed:
Noa shakes her head at Caleb. "I saw Majestrix Liandra once. I was surprised to learn she had visited this planet and cared about it. She is not fiction."

"It's crude technology," she says to the departing Rissh. "Do not judge them. They are still learning."