10180/Good Morning, Sunshine! It's Toast!

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Good Morning, Sunshine! It's Toast!
Date of Scene: 18 February 2022
Location: Greenwich St Loft Penthouse
Synopsis: Breakfast is had, all is well in penthouse paradise.
Cast of Characters: Stella Roundtree, Hella Rokkurdisardottir




Stella Roundtree has posed:
     Stella hath returned! More bags, but content. Mischief managed. And oh! It does smell good in here. "Hey! I'm back!" she calls. "If Booster is pantsless, time to put 'em on until I can get back to my room," she says, moving to put her bags in there. She's accumulating, and it's a little harder to get everything without someone picking you up and all your things. But that didn't work out great last time, so perhaps she's taking the long way. Maybe she just misses the bots.

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella looks up from the kitchen island, where she's got plates of french toast prepared, warm and sprinkled with powdered sugar. She has a butter jar and a big bottle of syrup, as well. She smiles at Stella as she comes in the door, "Welcome back! Just in time for breakfast." Hella's wearing an oversized shirt in white with a cute sleepy kitten on the front and a pair of black biking shorts beneath. Her slippers, as she rounds the corner with the first plates, are pink fuzzy affairs that engulf her entire foot. She places the food on the table and heads back for more supplies. "Booster left yesterday. No pantslessness here, except me, but I have shorts," she says. She sounds a little tired, but mostly pleasant. Not quite as amped as she was when Stella first met her.

    Butter, syrup, glasses for drinking, milk, orange juice, water, and even a plate of bacon. She arranges it all on the table, along with plates and silverware for two. "Don't want you to be nervous, but Brimmy is home. Came back late last night. He knows about you, but he can be intimidating to some, when first meeting," she says.

    Upon hearing his name, the massive black dog comes trotting into the room, his trimmed nails clacking lightly on the bare spots of flooring he passes over. He is...just...gigantic. His outward appearance is that of a Cane Corso, though the unnatural flicker in his dark, glittering eyes hint at his unusual origins. He pauses, standing rigid and tall, alert, upon catching sight of Stella. "Brimmy, this is Stella. You know her scent, and now how she looks. You will protect her and be kind to her," Hella tells Brimstone. The huge dog swings his head toward Hella in acknowledgement, then makes his way to where she sits, collapsing his significant weight next to her.

    "I was hoping to let him spend some time with Booster yesterday, got his favorite treats to help warm him up... But, he was out and about too late," she sighs, gesturing for Stella to take a seat. "Leave bags. I'll take them in a little while."

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     What a smorgasbord! Stella is impressed. "Oh, I like dogs," Stella says. "We have 'em on the farm. Two big LGD's for my dad's like... ten goats and chickens," she laughs. But the big monster dog is a surprise. Much bigger than expected, and that otherworldly air about him. "Hi, pup," she says, careful not to make too direct eye contact as she slides in for breakfast, leaving her bags for later as offered. "Wait, does he... walk himself or just go where he likes?" she asks. She's very glad he wasn't there the night before, with his mistress in tears. Yikes.
     "This looks delicious. Speaking of, what kinda treats does Booster like?" You know. Maybe for future... revenges. "It's really hard when you say things like that and you're into him and it's not a euphemism for other things."

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella smiles as Stella tells her about the dogs on her family's farm, looking a little more cheerful. "I also grew up in wilderness, on farm. Lots of animals. I love animals," she says, loading up her plate with some french toast. "Sit, sit, eat," she says encouragingly, waving a utensil-wielding hand at the table.

    Hella nods her head in response to the question about Brimstone, "Yes, he comes and goes as he pleases usually. See, I'm firefighter, so I have strange hours. Is necessary for him to have roaming time. He is used to having a lot of freedom, so I don't make him stay if he feels like going, usually."

    "Oh, thank you. I like food. Figure is best I know how to make lots, and try to make it taste good," she smiles, beginning to butter her french toast while munching on a crispy strip of bacon. However, the last question has her laughing. "No, no, not Booster treats. Brimmy treats. Booster and Brimmy didn't have most auspicious of first meetings. Booster wants his love, but Brimmy is disinterested. He is very protective of me, so. We picked up all Brimmy's favorite (and easily acquirable) treats. Snausages of all kinds, Beggin strips, 9-volt batteries..." she waves a hand, "that sort of thing."

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     Well, she's not going to turn down all this. She starts loading up. "Oh, well that's lucky for him, huh?" she says, thinking perhaps anyone who runs into him is not so lucky. What a terrifying sight he must be at the end of an alley.
     "Oh. Right, Brimstone, not Booster." She'll have to find another nefarious way to get her REVENGE! But for now there is toast.
     "Mm, not all dogs love everyone, though. 'Specially not those who have a job to do. Booster might have to live with being disappointed for a while," she says, her own plate brimming. "Sooo. SO. Last night. I went out looking for a drink and a guy... and I ended up fighting in an underground mutant bar. And it was awesome. Did not get laid, but felt almost as good. I think I want to train and get better at it. The dude I fought was enormous. But it was a ton of fun!"

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella smiles and lifts a shoulder, "For most part? Brimstone is very restricted when he goes out. I have told him to never harm any innocent people or animals, but he can protect people who are being assaulted. Never to death, but he can incapacitate until help arrives. He is free to eat anything he wishes as long as...well, is not being used anymore. So, basically, from garbage dump, industrial work sites where demolition is happening, things like this." She lifts a finger as something comes to her, "Mm, you know those laptop batteries that need special disposing? Lithium ion batteries that can explode if not handled properly? He loves those. Like nice steak for him."

    At the mention of a laptop battery, Brim lifts his head in interest. Hella gives him a french toast slice, instead. "Sorry, buddy. Fresh out."

    Hella listens with interest as Stella lays out the basics of what she got up to last night, grinning broadly. "Sounds like lots of fun. I wish I had been there to see it," she says, taking another gigantic mouthful of food. She chews and swallows before adding, "Am glad you found way to unwind. So hard to do safely, sometimes." She looks kind of down about it. "But, see you have more bags. All gone from Ted's place?"

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     "Huh. Well that's sort of convenient. Maybe you could work with Ted in a recycling program," Stella teases. "I'm sure he has a lot of those kinds of things that need to be taken care of, huh?" she asks. There is a lot of bacon on her plate. Or... there WAS a lot of bacon on her plate. She's working through it.
     "You should come some time! We could put on a fake match and everything! Or... the dude I fought, he was really holdin' back, but I bet you could take him," Stella says. "I think I got everything. I didn't have much at the hotel. When I find my own place, I'll have my stuff shipped from Columbus and make it my own. Hell, if I keep winning matches, maybe I can just buy something of my very own," she says, in a very good mood.

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella nods her head thoughtfully, "You know, that is good idea. I hadn't thought of something like that. Brimmy can eat pretty much anything. I haven't seen anything he couldn't eat, anyway. Tht said, some things he hates and won't touch out of preference. I think..." She rolls her eyes skyward in thought. "He hates bananas. Oh, and raisins! Vogue magazine. Reebok shoes. Secret deodorant. Mahogany," she runs through a list of a few.

    Hella nods her head with a big smile. "I would like that, I think. I don't have enough chances to spar since I came to America," she says, shaking her head. "When Ted used blaster on me, and Booster punched me in mouth...that's closest I've been in ages!"

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     "But will he wear the bandana, that's the question," Stella asks. "It could be cute."

     "I don't have much trainin'. And my powers are sort of limited. I can't just punch you any harder than a regular lady could. But if you punch me, I can use that energy," she says punching a fist into her open palm, "And hit back with that. But I can pull it from anything around me. Like I could take the energy from a truck's movement and use to hit something else. Does that make sense? Am I explainin' it well enough?" she asks.

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella laughs and lifts a shoulder, "No clue. Never tried to put one on him. I put collar on him with information tag because looks more normal. But, when he gets really grumpy, like me, can be hard on fabric. We can try if you want to, though."

    Hella looks interested as Stella begins to describe more about how her powers work, thinking about the implications. "How quickly can you reflect power? If I punch at you fast and hard, you can reflect, but how many? We definitely should train. Though, I will pull punches until you get more comfortable. We ramp up from there," she offers. "It makes some sense, but hard to picture in realtime scenario. That's why we test and practice, ja?" Normally, Russians would say 'da' for 'yes,' but the word Hella says sounds more like 'yow,' which might seem strange, if Stella's the sort to notice such details.

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     "It's all a bit of a mystery. I'm learnin'. I can see the power when it comes at me. Things that are still, that aren't in motion, they look normal. But there's a trail after things that move, and it gets brighter for me when it's more powerful," she says. "So I can grab onto it by thinking about it, and then move it back towards the source, move it somewhere else, or make it go away. So yes! We train and practice, and then maybe I'll be a match for you... someday," the brunette says with a wink. "Maybe another day, we'll see if he likes a bandana. Maybe one made out of that fireproof material? How's that hold up when you get all charged?"

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella nods her head agreeably, laughing at the last comment. "If you can use my own strength against me, you will be good match for me already! But, I want you to feel comfortable with it so there are no accidents. I have to be so, so careful. Don't want to hurt you or anyone innocent," she says, shuddering at the thought of just how bad that could be.

    She thinks about the question given to her. "Actually, I just use my normal clothes. I don't have special superhero outfit, yet. When I was training, heat wasn't such a bad problem. Now I'm here, heat output is getting tied to my power level, all...jumbled up. Get excited, adrenaline rush, get amped, put off more heat. Is...problem for..." she trails off, clearing her throat. "Mama said solution is in my little chest with keepsakes from home. Little pendant. ..For Booster.." she says, chewing her lip and looking at the dwindling french toast on her plate. The third one she's eaten, already!

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     "So your parents, uh... talked to you about birth control, right?" Stella says very cautiously. "That's very much your business, but Boosterlets in this house might not be your immediate plan... though maybe Skeets would do most of the work," she says, thinking about this. "I don't know how it works for you, but you know. Since you mentioned never having been... active..." she says, really taking her time cutting that french toast.

     "Anyway. Training, right? Yeah, we can work up to it, one punch at a time, figure out how much I can handle, keep it coming until I find my limit. Normally I'd say people can't hurt me, but I think you're the exception."

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella's brows raise. "Birth control?" she says, sounding every inch the innocent girl she is. "What do you mean, Boosterlets?" she looks confused. "I..." she flushes a bit as it connects for her. "Oh. OH. I don't..." she stammers. "I don't know if I can...?" she says, sounding uncertain. "There aren't...a lot of females in my family line, so... Usually, they are humans, refreshing bloodline. Hard to explain," she looks uncomfortable.

    "But, point is. Even if...that happens... I'm not even sure Booster can...make me...y'know," she gulps. "Definitely want to be careful with that, though. Can't have children, right now!" she looks horrified at the thought. "What...more can I do?" she asks, hesitantly.

    Hella smiles at the change of subject, suddenly feeling much less awkward. "I promise, we will be careful and I will help you discover things, and you will help me!" she beams brightly, finally finishing off her breakfast, drinking down an entire glass of milk. "Ahhh, refreshing!"

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     "I sometimes forget that I need to be careful with how I say things," Stella says, tapping her lower lip with the edge of her fork. "Ah! I think I get what you're sayin'. Most kids in your family line are male, and most of the moms are human? Is that right?" she says, listening. "Anyway, it's between you and him, if it gets that far," she says. She finishes her own breakfast, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. Just kinda the conversation that happens sometimes when you room with other women and they have gentleman friends. After they start spending the night, anyway," the brunette says.
     "Oh? So I'd be helpful with the training? That's a relief. I wouldn't want to end up boring you. You might not even break a sweat!"

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella nods a lot. "Yes, exactly as you say. Female children aren't common. I...don't really have any female family members except Mama and my aunts, some don't live nearby enough to know personally," she says, trying to give a clearer picture. Hella was raised, mostly, around boys and male relatives. It might account, a bit, for how girly she is, loving all things cute and feminine. Also, for how into rough-housing she is!

    "You will be very useful, absolutely!" Hella exclaims, shocked that Stella could doubt it for a second! "You can help me and I can help you. We will learn a lot, I know," she smiles enthusiastically.

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     Stella thinks she gets it, nodding along. She could be very wrong, but she is a woman with a very misplaced sense of confidence at times.

     "Fantastic! Well, my schedule's pretty flexible. I made a good chunk of money last night, so... I can take a minute from booking more jobs. Though I think I still sort of work for Ted? I did some paperwork at some point, but we never actually got to the lab. I need to figure that out at some point. I mean, how many guys with that kinda tech are in this city? Or are at least willing to let me play with it. I did see you have a gym, though?" she asks rising to clear her dishes and help clean up.

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella smiles and stands, working together with Stella to clear the table and move the dishes to the sink, the butter, syrup, and various drinks being stowed in their proper places as she responds to her friend. "Oh, yes, we have gym!" she says with a bright grin. "Very extensive gym in room right in there," she gestures with a toss of her head. For once, Hella's hair is all down, flowing freely in snowy white-blonde tresses about her face and down her back. It's a little wavy from having been in her braids for so long, but washing it last night did take some of the kink out of her normally straight hair.

    "I got message from Ted little while ago said he wants to meet with me. Should I ask him if you still work for him? Or, I keep my mouth shut and don't mention your name at all!" she says, not sure what would be the better choice. That's why she leaves it to Stella, asking first! She's learned something!

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     "I'll have to spend some time in there! It'd be helpful for me to actually get into better physical shape as well as getting my powers up to speed. A lot of people here in the city have been training since they were young, I'm finding out," she says with a sigh.

     Everything away, she leans back against the counter, "Mm, maybe we just stay away from asking him questions on my behalf- please don't cry. I'll talk to him about it. I think I'm going to be doing some work with him and a few other supers in the near future, so it's not like I won't see him," she says with a lift of her shoulders. "I might take a nap or play guitar for a while, why don't you go have a nice visit?" she asks. "Brimstone, do you like music?" she asks of the mighty hound.

Hella Rokkurdisardottir has posed:
    Hella rinses off the plates as she listens, putting them in the dish washer afterwards. "I know is intimidating, but many of us knew we needed training from young ages. Me? I was training by time I was old enough to sit up. Of course, scaled for age-appropriateness. Who needs 2 month old who can breathe fire? Not Mama," she grins crookedly.

    Hella nods her head vigorously, her hair shimmering with the motion. "No talking to Ted about Stella, got it. Even if he asks me questions, I say nothing! No words come from this mouth about you to him," she swears solemnly. "Please, make yourself comfortable. Nap, guitar, gym, TV, computer... All is yours to use," she smiles.

    Brimstone, who'd been studiously licking himself off to one side, lifts his giant head and gives a chuffing reply. "He likes, yes. His favorite is Chris Cornell," she relates to Stella. "But, he is open to most anything." Hella finishes loading the dishwasher and closes it, turning it on. "Okay. I call Ted and see if now is good time. Otherwise, will do some homework for class," she murmurs. Then, she's shuffling in those fuzzy slippers toward her bedroom, where she left her temp phone.

Stella Roundtree has posed:
     "Sounds like you have a little more control now than you did when you were little!" Stella says. "And about Ted, If he asks- and I doubt he will- you just tell him to call me, okay?" Stella says. "And... all righty, I'll get my guitar and see if I can't be more entertaining than exactly what your dog is up to right now," the brunette finishes, off to get her instrument and relax.