11511/Who can pass up a milkshake for lunch

Who can pass up a milkshake for lunch
Date of Scene:	08 June 2022
Location:	Bushwick <Mutant Town>
Synopsis:	Warren and Robert catch up and make plans.
Cast of Characters:	Robert Marksman, Warren Worthington

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Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman has been working today and has finally got time to take a lunch. Normally he would be wearing his black leather jacket, but lets face it, it is summer in New York, so comfort won out to fashion. He still has his sunglasses that are a constant, and draped over his neck is a stethoscope, seeming to be almost forgotten. He has ordered a couple hotdogs all the way, and a strawberry milkshake. He is waiting patiently near the order window while his food is fixed.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren walks down the street toward Mootant Town Milkshakes talking on his phone. The top three buttons of his white shirt are undone and his sleeves are rolled up. With blue shorts and grey dock shoes without socks, Warren looks out of place in Bushwick except for the wings.

"Tonight? I can't, but soon. Run those numbers for me again though. You're the best. Gotta go," Warren says as he walks up to the ordering window. He puts in his order and looks around, finally taking in his surroundings. He looks surprised and his face folds into a lopsided grin.

"Robert?" Warren says as he walks over to where the doctor sits. Warren holds out a hand. "It is you! How are you?"

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman looks up and a brow raises a bit behind the sunglasses "Warren Worthington? What are you doing out this ways?" He will ask the other man. Having run into one before in much different circumstances. "Decided you wanted to come by where you can let it all hang out?" He asks joking a bit and nodding to the wings.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Can't really hide these anywhere I go, they're my trademark now," Warren says with a laugh. "I was just down catching up with a friend who's fallen on some hard times... Excuse me."

Warren turns when his order is called and goes back to the window. He jokes for a moment with the young man at the order window and asks how his parents are doing. Then Warren comes back.

"Mind if I join you?" Warren asks and takes a seat. "How about you? What have you been up to? I haven't seen you since... Must have been before you divested. That hospital gala with the awful food? That fashion show with the turtle theme?"

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman will get his food as well, and nods motioning to one of the tables, they can sit at. He does pick one that has seats with no backs on them, since should be more comfortable for Warren. "Well been hangout our here, working a lot, been working on a few new patents to help keep the cash coming in. Most stuff around here does pay for itself at least.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren starts into his lunch and nods while listening.

"Great to see money being brought into the neighbourhood, but I'm surprised you're not uptown, Bushwick doesn't seem like your vibe," Warren says, his curiousity obviously piqued even more and by Robert's accessory, but there is something a little wary in his tone even if he still sounds like he is joking around. "Patents? Are you doing medical research? Or did you find a mutant girl so hot you bought her a place here and moved in? It's okay, you can tell me."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman chuckles a bit and says "Well, I did meet a girl, but she ended up with another girl. " He smirks a bit and says "Talking to her and realizing was not really helping folks hiding and living out of the tower. Realized I could put some money into the area, and it would help folks, and people here could use a good doctor. It actually can be interesting work, as with some folks you have to do things rather different than the standard version of bandaids, and asprin.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren's wings twitch a bit in surprise and a slow smile creeps across his face.

"Wait, you're practising in Bushwick? Robert..." Warren looks at Robert with a bit of a new appreciation. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since we've had a good doctor here? God knows I've tried to encourage a few, but nobody wants to do inner city medicine. Especially with my kind of people. I've been having a hell of a time finding people from here to send to med school with a promise to come back when they finish years from now. This is great, where's your clinic? How's it been so far? I have so many question," Warren chuckles.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman will thumb over his shoulder to a relatively new looking building that seems to be reinforced and is that bulletproof glass? "Yea, been here a bit over a year now, next month I will have been living here a year as well." He tells the other man, and says "People wanting to help our people you mean." He adds on. He takes a sip of his milkshake and looks over the top of his glasses at Warren, a flash of red visible for just a moment where Robert's eyes are. "Had to rebuild it once, but should be sturdy now, even put a bomb shelter under it." He admits.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"No kidding," Warren says and shakes his head. "Don't blame you for the bomb shelter. Not the way things have been."

Warren finishes off his hot dog and leans back holding his chocolate shake. "So how long have you known?"

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman looks over and says "That I wanted to help, or what I am? It was a bit later on me, after the accident that killed my Dad, and put John and me in the hospital. Thinking my gene was going to be latent but something in the meteorite kicked the gene into hyperdrive, that or the near death and stress on the body did it. Powers started a bit intermediate, but as they did my eyes changed. Luckily I wore sunglasses a lot before, so just blamed it on light sensativity

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Why is it always something awful that makes them manifest?" Warren asks rhetorically. "Big adjustment to make, changes everything. You managing alright? Some great people around here, if you need any introductions let me know. In fact, next time I have friends over you're invited. All mutants, close friends, drink you under the table."

Warren offers Robert his cell number.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman chuckles and will pull his phone out and types in the number and sends a quick text says "Rob" back to give the other man his number. "Well I have a few friends in the brotherhood, and have met a few others in passing. Aint been in contact with them much lately but did get an invite to a wedding of one err two of them. I would not mind meeting them, but yea fitting in pretty well, being one of the neighborhood doctors, helps. I have been tempted to get myself one of those old fashioned black leather bags. Have done a few house calls but luckily those are seldom.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Warren laughs. Some fleeting expression crosses his eyes at the mention of the Brotherhood, but it passes as soon as it's there.

"Now that would be a sight. Mutants in Bushwick getting house calls when you can't get that kind of thing uptown. God, you're going to clean house. The doctor in town? Leave a few good ones for the rest of us, Rob."

Warren notes the time on his phone and then slips the device into his pocket. "I need to fly, but it was great running into you," Warren says and drains the rest of his milkshake. "I'll be in touch, we'll have a get together. And hey, you ever want to do a fundraiser or something for the clinic, send me a message. People should know about the work you're doing here."

Warren rises and offers Rob his hand again.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman nods and offers the man a firm handshake not squeezing to hard, but a good shake. "I will keep that in mind, we could always use new equipment, portable x-ray machine has done us well, but the more specialty tools we have the less chance we are caught off guard on something.

Warren Worthington has posed:
"Let's make it happen," Warren says with a grin. "State of the art!"

With that Warren nods, takes a few steps and then takes off into the air with a sweep of white-feathered wings.