10805/A Horse of a Feather

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A Horse of a Feather
Date of Scene: 17 April 2022
Location: Cafe Kashkar
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Yara Flor, Terry O'Neil




Yara Flor has posed:
    It's a rather nice night to be out on the town, and Yara is rather hungry at the moment, which brings her to this cafe. Only problem is that she's parked Jerry, her pegasus, out front and an officer of the law seems to have some kind of problem with that.

    "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can't park your..." the officer pauses and eyes the wings on Jerry. "pegasus here," she concludes.

    "Where where else am I going to park him?" Yara says in a huff. "It's not like you've exactly got stables around all over the place. Besides, Jerry is a good boy and he won't get into any trouble." She turns and hugs the pegasus' muzzle affectionately. "Isn't that right," she says in the tone of voice reserved for pet owners to their pets. Jerry's response is only to snort and bob his head.

Terry O'Neil has posed:


It takes a lot to leave a Cheshire speechless, by virtue of their very existence it is hard for them to find anything that's just out-of-the-ordinary enough to faze them. To be frank, he isn't exactly rendered speechless as he comes up on the scene, intent on frequenting one of his favorite cafes to work on some assignments for the Planet, as he is incredibly, thoroughly amused.

He encounters weird on a regular basis, but a pegasus outside of a cafe? That's special.

"Well, what a good boy!" Vorpal says, as he approaches the scene, "I had heard that birds of a feather flock together, but I never thought 'flock' was an abbreviation for 'fetlock'."

He glances at Yara, and then at the officers, "Maybe I can provide an alternative solution to this particularly... unusual conundrum?"

Yara Flor has posed:
    Yara and the cop both turn at Terry's arrival, and his pun elicits a groan from the officer and a roll of the eyes from Yara. "Unless you have a stable in your back pocket," says the officer, "the hor- pegasus is going to have to fly off to one. Kengsington isn't that far away from here, I'm sure she-"

    "What do you have in mind," Yara says, cutting off the cop. She looks a little suspicious at the redhead but she's willing to listen to alternatives, as long as they don't involve turning Jerry into glue.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Well, what if I told you there was a way to have your pegasus here have a nice pasture to rest at, keep an eye on him real-time, /and/ also be able to go inside the cafe and have a treat?"

The cat raises a hand, "And if you say that's impossible, I have to say that A) You're walking around with a pegasus, and B) I can believe seven impossible things before breakfast."

He glances at the policeman, "You know, your mounted division should consider getting some of these guys."

Yara Flor has posed:
    Yara folds her arms suspiciously. "And how do you propose we do that?" she asks. The cop just shakes her head and mutters under her breath, "Of course you can. Only in New York. Jersey doesn't have these kind of people in it."

    Yara shrugs at the mention of the police force getting their own pegasuses. "They'd have to go to Olympus to get them and convince the gods to let them go. But first you'd have to tame them, because they're all wild over there."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Lady, you kiddin' me? Where do you think The Creeper is from?" Vorpal says with a raised eyebrow, "That's a jersey devil and make no mistake about it."

That's not true. But who is going to contradict the Cheshire cat? He snaps his fingers and, voila, a rather lovely, sun-drenched pasture appears as the Rabbit Hole opens. "One Rabbit Hole to one of the best pastures around, coming up." He gestures at it, "Your friend can go in and we can watch them, and you can enter or leave it as you please, no strings attached. We can bring the Rabbit Hole inside. Last I checked, there was no rule against bringing a hole in the fabric of space and time in. Just no shoes, no shirt, no service..."

He pauses and glances down. He usually goes barefoot while in feline form. This is solved by two glowing purple sneakers appearing around his feet. "As I was saying..." he gestures to the hole.

Yara Flor has posed:
    "Well, will you look at that," says the officer. "I guess if you're willing to put your horse in a complete stranger's hole, I'm not going to stop you."

    Yara looks at the hole, looks at Terry, and then looks at Jerry. "Well, what do you think?" she says to the pegasus. He gives her a snort, and a bob of the head. "All right," she says uncertainly and leads him through the Rabbit Hole and into the pasture. "Have fun!"

    She turns back to Terry, refolding her arms. "I better get my pegasus back," she says.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry folds his arms and smirks, "Do I look like a pegasusnapper? I'm a Cheshire Cat, not an Ancient Greek trickster." He nods towards the cafe. "And I'm not a complete stranger, officer. Geez, I know I am not the glory hound that Booster Gold is, and I might not be one of the original founders, but being an official Titan should count for /something/ in this town. I mean, I fought the hosts of Saint Michael the Archangel to protect Saint Patrick's Cathedral, and this is the thanks I get?"

He glances at Yara and rolls his eyes, "That's gratitude for ya. Wanna go inside? Otherwise your pegasus will be eating before we are."

Yara Flor has posed:
    Yara is starting to head inside when she pulls up short. "Wait, what? Why would an archangel attack Saint Patrick's Cathedral? Is that why Manhattan is all fucked up?" Her stomach gives off a little growl, and she shakes her head. "Nevermind. You can tell me over dinner."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh honey," Terry says, walking in, "That's an answer that'd take a lot longer than dinner. It's an entire epic."

He's a regular, so procuring a place to sit isn't that hard. Even with a spatial anomaly with a pegasus in tow. He does make the hole smaller so it looks like a small window, just so as not to obstruct other people.

"But before we trade stories, I am remiss in my manners! I'm Terry. Terry O'Neil- Vorpal of the Titans and the Daily Planet- at your service." The Cheshire flashes a broad grin. "And now I am absolutely curious exactly how you convinced Olympus to let you have one of their feathery boys." Two years ago, it would have seemed impossible to him that he could be holding this conversation.

Yara Flor has posed:
    "Yara. Yara Flor." Now that they've traded names, she pulls out one of the chairs and flumps down into it. "I guess I'll have to catch up," she says. "Looks like I missed a lot when I was in Olympus."

    As for Terry's question, she just gives him something of a smug grin. "I stole him."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Hard stare. "You stole hi- you /stole/ a pegasus from Olympus- I am sitting with someone who filched a winged horsey from under the noses of the Gods," Vorpal rubs the back of his neck and closes his eyes, seeming to count to ten.

Then he opens them again. "... Oh, well," he seems resigned to his fate, "I'm already on Eris' shit list, what's ten or eleven more vengeful gods on my tail?" He chuckles, "Yara Flor, that's a lovely name, though. Um... why exactly did you go to Olympus?'

Yara Flor has posed:
    Yara seems to consider her answer for a moment before just giving Terry a languid shrug. "Eros killed my mother when I was a kid and then gave me to Hera as an apology. It didn't work out."

    She pulls up the menu and starts going down the list of items that one could have here. She shakes her head with a sigh. "You've been here before. What do you recommend? I don't recognize /anything/ on this menu. Smells good, though."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"... Oh!"

He should have guessed it was something along those lines- the Greek Gods were incapable of functional relationships. He awkwardly looks down at the menu, not because he needs to but because it helps him glance somewhere else. "Um. The mampar is really good? Spiced lamb broth with dough, it's kind of a spicey homey soup that's very comforting."

After ruminating for a few seconds, he volunteers, "... my dad kind of stopped existing when I was born and he never told my mother that would happen. Or that he was... well, a creature from another dimension." He clears his throat. "I'm sorry about your mom... " He has questions, so many questions, but that would be tactless. Still... "So are you... a demi-goddess?"

Yara Flor has posed:
    Yara nods, setting the menu down. "Sounds good," she says, and orders the dish when next the waitress comes around. She gives Terry an appraising glance and then shrugs. "It explains why you're a cat and.... what did you call it? A Rabbit Hole? That."

    She shrugs dismissively at the mention of her mom. "It happened when I was a kid," she explains. "Still a little pissed off to find out that it was Eros who killed her, though." She considers his next question for a bit before admitting, "Yeah, I guess I am. I never really thought about it like that much. For the most part I was just Yara from Boise, Idaho."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Well, it's either that, or a /really/ bad case of not following the Rogaine instructions to the letter," he says with a little smile, "But I didn't get the fur until two years ago. Along with the rest of the powers, and the nonsense." He scratches his chin, "But this sort of makes you the second demi-goddess I know. Considering you have Olympian connections, I wonder- you do know... you know, Diana, right? Diana of Themyscira?"

Yara Flor has posed:
    "Not personally, no," Yara admits. "It's why I'm here in New York. My mother was an Amazon, so I wanted to speak to Diana to see what she knew about her. I never really got a chance to know her before she was killed." She barks out some laughter, "Trying to reconned with my father's roots in Brazil ended up getting me nearly drowned, crashed an airplane, and getting roped into service with Hera. Talking to Diana has /got/ to be less catastrophic than that."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh, if you want to talk to Diana, you've stumbled upon the right cat!" Vorpal leans back on his seat, "It just so happens that I work with her sister, and I'd say she's fairly safe to talk to. Have you tried to reach out to her yet? if you haven't, maybe I could help? After all, if your mother was Themysciran, then that makes her family, and she'd be happy to know you. I guarantee it'd go much smoother than the Brazilian branch of your trip. Unless... you know, Giganta somehow decides to choose that moment to crash in. You can never tell."

Yara Flor has posed:
    "I haven't, no," Yara admits. "I've been busy trying to find a place to live and, you know, a job. Then I figured I'd just fly to the embassy on Jerry. That should get her attention. But if you've got a better way, I'm all ears."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry chuckles at this, "Well, it could certainly make an impact, but you'll also have a bunch of amazons and a security detail on edge for a brief moment- and that might not quite be what you want." He takes time to place his order, finally deciding on what he will have when the waitress comes around.

"How about I set up a rendez-vous, say, a couple of days from now at the Embassy? That way you won't need to fly around. That's one less thing you need to worry about and you can focus on the job and living quarters bit-- although, if you're family, you might end up with a room at the Embassy."

He grins and takes a sip of water, "I had a room at the embassy for a little bit, too, when I had to hide from some murderous doppelgangers. And I am just a friend. So if everything goes well and your story checks out, you might get some temporary quarters at a swanky place. Not bad, eh?"