11119/That was Cold, Man...

That was Cold, Man...
Date of Scene:	11 May 2022
Location:	Planet Herowood - Times Square
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Booster Gold, Crystal Frost

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Booster Gold has posed:
It's a relatively quiet weekday at Planet Herowood. Every once in a while, the tourists or fans are graced by the appearance of a real super-hero, and when that happens usually they will avoid flocking to the table TOO much while they eat. The staff insures some level of decorum as well, so said hero usually is willing to tolerate the occasional pauses for a selfie or autograph.

Tonight, Booster Gold dines alone (well, not alone, but the other patron at his table, a floating golden robot, is not eating, so there is but one plate), and is nearly through with his entire salad course without having once been asked for anything. Although one child did point at him as he entered and excitedly cried out "GREEN LANTERN!" to at least _someone_ recognized that he was...something.

He sighs wistfully as he drops his fork into the salad, leaning back into his booth to survey the crowd. It may be small, but it's not vacant enough for him to mentally justify the lack of interest. "I don't know, Skeets. Maybe I need a re-branding." He sighs. "Lean into the Green Lantern thing. Change the star, become Gold Lantern?" He reaches up and runs his fingers through his blonde locks.

Crystal Frost has posed:
The irony of being in a place like this wasn't lost on Crystal. In fact she found herself able to casually go strolling in dressed in her costume, that blue one-piece outfit and her hair on full display...she was just another fan in costume, right? Noone gave her a second glance...well, not in the 'suspicious' way anyway. It took 'guts' to play the villain in Planet Herowood, right?

That stride and strut was in full display as Crystal cut a swath through the crowd, headed to claim a table for herself.

Booster Gold has posed:
It has been well established that Booster Gold is not the brightest hero in the pantheon of the Justice League. In fact, he probably resides somewhere far down at the bottom of the list. But while he fell victim to not recognizing "Killer Frost" the last time the two encountered each other, he does not make the same mistake this time. No, instead he likely starts down the path of an equally big mistake. But a different one, to his credit.

Spotting the Ice Queen as she arrives, this time there is recognition in his eyes. And a shiver that runs up and down his body, head to toe, toe to head, as he watches her enter. "Hey!" he calls out, waving to try to garner her attention. "That wasn't very cool." From another hero, this might sound like a quippy and clever pun. From Booster, it is likely a total accident.

Crystal Frost has posed:
Last time she hadn't been in costume, at least not obviously. She'd been dressed as a civillian and she'd been laying low...right up until she'd iced the place anyway. Now? Crystal was decked out for mischief...and he was headed right up to her. Blinking a little, her painted lips pull to a smirk before she tilts her head to the side and crosses her arms under her bust.

"Well, I think I was pretty chill, all things considered..."

Booster Gold has posed:
Narrowing his eyes at her, Booster Gold shakes his head. "How did you know that wouldn't kill me? Or fry the circuitry in my suit?" He does not seem enraged - more mildly perturbed.

"I mean, I get it. You're a super villain, you have to do those things, but for a minute there, I thought, like." He pauses. "I thought you were a fan." Maybe that's what's at the heart of it - the disappointment. Not the potentially deadly ice bath.

Crystal Frost has posed:
"Oh don't be such a baby..." Crystal muses, shrugging her bared shoulders before grinning lightly. "If I wanted to kill you, I'd have frozen the blood in your veins, the water in your cells, the air in your lungs...not the air around you." A little shrug of her shoulders and she looks around the room, sweeping that ice-blue gaze over the other patrons before turning back to the man. "I suppose you can try to take me in for it...but I can't promise to show the same restraint this time..."

Booster Gold has posed:
It takes a moment for that to sink in. "Oh." That evokes a smile from the hero. "So really, you were just..." He considers for a moment, and then a broad smile crosses over his face. "You were just taking me out, like a villain does, so you could escape. Without harming me." Somehow, this has turned from an accusation to...something else?

He shakes his head at her suggestion. "No, it was a..." He searches for an appropriate word. "Prank. Just a prank, between villain and hero, right?" He nods towards his table. "No harm, no foul. I've got a seat over here." He grins. "I'll even buy you an icey cold lemonade?" He grins at the tempting offer.

Crystal Frost has posed:
Sure, lets go with that... Crystal could only shrug, but there was still clearly amusement on her face as she regards the hapless hero. "Hell, why not...but I'd rather some fries or something like that." She wasn't refusing, but well, cold was easy for the ice-themed villainess...why not seek something a little warmer. Right?

Booster Gold has posed:
A wave of his hand, and Booster heads over, settling back into his seat. "Of course. Silly me." Silly him, indeed.

He smiles that radiant Booster Gold smile at her, as if believing that it could warm her frozen heart. "I'm happy to offer you mine, I've already had some salad." The waiter comes over, and he nods towards Frost. "Fries, and..." He trails off, allowing her to fill in anything else she might have in her order.

Crystal Frost has posed:
"And a milkshake," Crystal adds, another shrug of her shoulders. She was a supervillain, not a monster after all. Offers of shared food seemed tactfully ignored, instead skipped for the offer of -paid- food. Far better to get what -she- wanted rather than settle for sharing after all, right?

"So...not that I'm complaining, but for a 'superhero' you seem more like you're trying to be an influencer in a fancy suit..."

Booster Gold has posed:
"Of course," replies Booster, with a nod, and the waiter slips away to see to it. "Why not both?" Booster asks, as he turns his attention back to the super villain he is casually dining with.

"People are inspired...influenced, yes...by their heroes. Why not show them the model of what I can be, what heroes can be, and how they can relate?" He shrugs for a moment, as he reaches out to pick up his drink. "There's nothing wrong with accepting the adoration of the masses for the sacrifices I make on their behalf."

Crystal Frost has posed:
"Uh-huh," Crystal muses, lazily waiting with a lean of her elbow on the table and a raise of her eyebrow. "But aren't people more inspired by the hole...cats out of trees, catching airplanes, helping old ladies cross the street thing that Superman does more than signing autographs and trying to draw a crowd for the sake of it?"

Booster Gold has posed:
"Oh, I do that too," says Booster Gold, defensively. "In fact, just last week I helped the Martian Manhunter solve a murder!" He regards Crystal with a moment of skepticism. "I mean, I can't be as busy as Superman. He...has way more time to do it."

He glances over towards Skeets, as if seeking the robot for help, but he is uncharacteristically quiet. Small relief comes in the former of the waiter, managing to bring both sides of fries, a milkshake, and a burger for Booster.

Crystal Frost has posed:
A fry claimed, her opera-gloved fingers lazily place it in her mouth, a little sigh of appreciation as much about the taste as the warmth that it brings. It would be that the 'heat vampire' side of her was quite happy to feed on the warmth of her diet. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to enjoy a little flavor fo flavor's sake.

"And now you're sitting here arguing with me?" she points out, grinning lightly.

Booster Gold has posed:
"This is an argument?" Booster tilts his head, watching Crystal savor the fry, losing himself in his thoughts. Or at least, it looks like he might be. If there are thoughts there.

"I'd like to think that this is just part of the hero thing," he concludes. "I mean, if you were not here, engaged in this conversation with me, what manner of trouble might you be getting up to?" He leans over the table a bit. "See, fighting crime by preventing it. Why work harder, when you can work smarter?"

Crystal Frost has posed:
"So that's your plan?" Crystal questions, pausing from her merciless picking off of innocent fries to wrap her lips around her straw and drain a little from her drink. "Stop me from commiting crimes and such by buying me lunch, so I'm too busy to get up to 'no good'?"

Booster Gold has posed:
"I mean, is it that bad of a plan?" Booster laughs for a moment, taking a slow drink. "Seems like a win win - you off the streets, me getting delightful company." He puts the drink down and leans back in his seat, seeming very satisfied with himself.

"How's it working so far?"

Crystal Frost has posed:
"Could be worse," Crystal offers with another shrug and yet another fry fished, more of the meal consumed before she grins lightly, resting once more on her elbow. "I mean, there's nothing to say I won't get back up to my usual deeds once I've had a good meal. I'm not exactly known for being 'warm' and fuzzy.

Booster Gold has posed:
He'll take it! Booster smiles at that slight concession. "See, exactly!" Although it falls with her next statement. It gets a ponderous look from the hero.

"I mean, why?" It seems a simple question. "Why do you need to get up to those usual deeds? What drives you to be..." He waves a hand vaguely. "A villain?" He pops a fry into his mouth, chewing as he studies her.