11828/Need Caffeine; On the Scene

Need Caffeine; On the Scene
Date of Scene:	29 June 2022
Location:	Coffee of DOOM
Synopsis:	Monet meets Cheynnee and hears about his ongoing work and they talk.
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Cheyenne Brawley

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix is currently sitting over in one of the booths at the coffee shop. Behind her is a large tapestry highlighting the ever well loved by his coutrymen reigning monarch of Latveria. Whehter or not there's any irony here is seemingly lost on M, whom is currently sitting with a book in front of her and a Latverian pastry on a plate.

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     In saunters Cheyenne Brawley, bootheels clopping on the tile floor, wearing an all-black three-piece suit and a ball cap. He shakes hands with coffee house mananger, steps in the back for a few minutes, and returns to the public room with a big grin on his face. He orders a cup of coffee and several flaky pastries filled with cheeses and fruits, before claiming a table; near Monet, as it happens.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix is going to take a moment to scan the menu, and for whatever reason her attention turns over to Cheyenne and she gives a low nod of her hea din his direction. Ms. St. Croix goes to push away her book while glancing at her drink and finishing it up.

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     Buster tips the tattered bill of his cap and says in a thick Texan accent, "Howdy, ma'am." He dips a cheese pastry in his coffee and chows down on a large bite.
     Meanwhile, one of shopworkers comes over, says something low in the man's ear. He produces a flyer, rolled in a cylinder, from his jacket pocket and hands to the woman, whereupon she crosses the room and adds it to a cork bulletin board. The title reads: "Mutant Works: Employment Solutions For The Talented" followed by information for folks to apply at this very coffee shop. She calls: "No website?"
     "Nope," says the Texan with a shrug, continuing with his snack. He's clearly quite pleased by the sign having been posted.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance at Buster and go to mentally place the accent over for a moment and then shrug in his direction, "One doesn't see many from what I presume is your state of origin in this city for extended periods." She would speak after a moment. Not many Texans did come out to New York and stay. So that caught her by a little surprise.
    Then she would turn over to look at the pamphlet with a curious glance

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     "True story," says Buster. "But this is where the action is, so to speak. For those looking to do something useful, that is."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod, "Very well. So what sort of ongoing vocational pursuits bring you here to the city, then? If you do not mind my inquiring?"

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     The Texan shifts a bit in his seat, lifting his ball cap to ruffle his curls. "Well, I came here, uh, to learn some skills. But once I found myself in the city, Bushwick in particular, I decided to put together an employment agency. That's well underway, and now my eye is also turning to setting up a professional martial arts league..." he sheepishly hesitates, then adds, "well, for mutants and adjacent types."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smile. A rare, rare smile if one had to look at the way the wedges of her mouth turned upwards. "You do something that's of great benefit to the city. Might I make a recommendation for you to consider?" She would offer.

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     Buster arches his brows, about to take another bite of a pastry, but sets it down instead. "Yes ma'am."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would lean back, "I might suggest contacting the Genoshan Embassy. They readily promote such events and can help you coordinate and advertise, and hopefully enhance your access to the local talent market."

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     The man nods with a smile and snaps a finger-gun at Monet. "Hot damn, you know you're the second person to bring them up in the last week." He strokes the point of his beard, "I don't suppose you might know whereabouts I would go to visit them?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smile, "The Embassy is public. While I haven't been there myself, I presume that if you wish you can make an appointment to visit whatever functionary is present. If you feel that is viable of course."

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     "I'll do just that," says the Texan, reclaiming his pastry. "What about you, ma'am? What's your gig in the city?" He adds as an afterthought, "I'm Buster, by the way."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would take a moment to reorient herself, "I am here in the city to study. I'm seeking a variety of institutions to decide which ones I feel best serve my continuing education going forwards."

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     "Oh, sounds like we're birds of a feather. What are you studying?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would ah, "I'm looking for continued education in fine arts. Something to support myself in Paris. I wish to become an artist."

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     "An arteest," says Buster jovially. "Painting, sculpture?" Most people wouldn't call cheese pastry dunked in coffee to be a masterpiece, but it clearly seems delicious to him. "And the City of Light sounds like a blast."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smile, "Yes. It does not compare to any of the high cities in Europe, but that also makes it stand out. It is only two hundred adn fifty years old. It has much room to grow and market itself."

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     Buster looks puzzled. "Do what, gal? I ain't no historian, but Paris is definitely older than 250 years."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would laugh, "I meant New York. This city has only had a large population since the seventeen eighties. It is in it's infancy by the stnadards of the grand cities of the world."

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     Buster laughs with her, "We call New York the Big Apple, but Paris is the City of Light." He pairs his empty cup and plate and leaves a hundred dollar bill as a tip beside it. "Maybe I'll follow your lead and go to Paris, too. I've only been here a short while and I'm already getting a little fed up with rats and piles of garbage. You know, a feller told me the other day that there are man-sized turtles in the sewer. Can you believe that?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smile, "I would encourage you to do so. Take a year or two to go to Europe and see the great cities. Then do the same with the great centers of learning and history in Asia. They have been centers of culture for even longer than those places in Europe. And I have heard of stranger things than giant reptiles in the seweres."

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     "Well, it's been a pleasure chatting with you," says Buster, standing. "You know, I'm throwing a big party soon, to celebrate the opening of Mutant Works. You'd be welcome to swing by, if you're interested."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod at Cheynne, "I will consider it based upon the timing of the event. If I can amke it I will show up. But this city has a way of being surprising. Even without giant reptiles in the sewers."

Cheyenne Brawley has posed:
     "I hear that, alright. Every day I see a once-in-a-lifetime event." Buster waves on his way to the door. "Hope you to see you around again, sometime."