11856/Shopping is The Bomb!

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Shopping is The Bomb!
Date of Scene: 02 July 2022
Location: The mall
Synopsis: A blast was had by all.
Cast of Characters: Gabby Kinney, Matt Hagen, Renee Bombas, Inez Temple, Heather Danielson




Gabby Kinney has posed:
Every large city worth it's salt had at least one street considered the 'fashion district'. Some smaller than others. Some larger. New York did large and in-charge because of COURSE they did. It's New York. Right now the fashion district had rolled out one of their outdoor markets where arrays of fashionable clothes were set out on the sidewalks and street corners to expand the inventory of the shop faces that were behind them. It was THE place to be if you wanted to find something fashionable at discounted prices.

This is exactly where Gabby had brought Inez intending to do an overhaul on her whole wardrobe. She couldn't always be stompy boots, leggings and kitty-kaiju t-shirts even if they were comfortable. Soon she would be an adult legally and by golly that meant a wardrobe makeover!

"I'm not even sure where to start," she admits to Inez while pausing to look through one rack of clothes. "Dresses? I should get some dresses since it is Summer. Then pants and tops."

Matt Hagen has posed:
     One face among the milling throng is a young Latino man, Robbie Reyes, dressed in a silk shirt and nice slacks, hair styled to perfection with a few rakish strings dangling in a jaunty way over his sunglasses. Beaming, he saunters slowly with his head held high and chest out - some might say he even struts - for a gorgeous young woman is at his side, and his hand is clasped warmly in hers.
     Robbie and his companion pass near Gabby and her friend, and the man freezes; his mouth set in a grim frown. Did they make eye contact? He turns to a display rack glittering with hundreds of polished chains, suddenly VERY interested in the difference between 10-karat and 14-karat gold.

Renee Bombas has posed:
Renee Bombas is currently going along through the place. She's wearing a very nice dress and has her hair done up and over in a bun. She's whistling a marching song under her breath that to anyone that would hear it it wouldn't be familiar in the slightest. The tune, the words.. The beat. Nothing about it would be familiar to anyone no matter who it was if they picked it up.
    Renee has on a set of bracers on her hands that look like a cheap sort of thing one would get at a gift store selling knockoff imitations of things Amazons wore and a spiked dog collar. She goes to glance over things, and then goes to scan the diamonds as well and evaluates. "pretty."

Inez Temple has posed:
Inez laughs lightly as Gabby dashes here and there, "Whoa there, slow down. We got all day an' yer gonna be makin' a LOT o' purchases. Reminds me.. should see how many o' these places have a concierge service. D'ya want t' have stuff sent t' my place til yer settled somewhere? Actually... if'n yer gonna be all adultin'... I c'n set ya up wit' one of th' apartments in the buildin'." Inez looks towards Gabby with a smile, meandering along with her. Even in a crowd of 'fashionable' types, Inez Temple-Wilson stands out. Six feet tall, blonde, good-looking, and so statuesque it would make Julie Newmar jealous! And all of it on display in a pair of Daisy Duke shorts, a cutoff tanktop with 'Everything's Bigger in Texas' emblazoned right across the chest, a pair of well-worn cowboy boots, and her signature Stetson.

"But yeah, dresses, shorts, pants, an' a whoooooooooole mess o' tops. If'n ya find a good jacket ya like, grab that too. Oh, an' shoes. Don't feel ya gotta get heels, flats have been comin' back into fashion." Inez had the happenstance to meet Robbie Reyes once. Just once. And he surely didn't dress like that! But, it was an underground fight club situation, so maybe the man just dresses differently when he's not fighting? It happens. In either case, she shrugs and moves to catch up with Gabby, "If'n yer gettin' dresses first, we should get ya some pretty sandals an' slipons t' wear with 'em."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney has her phone whipped out to take a few photos which she was intending to shoot off for advice from someone of the opposite gender. And just to mess with him a bit when she sends a few racier things to ask if he would think Rien would like that. Teasing was part of the fun of being a little sister after all and she had so much lost time to make up for! Inez's advice is taken in stride though while she turns to look away to the rest of the area.

"Oh that would be great. I would like to get my own place. Or a place in general. I just kind of have rooms all around and not a real ..." The thought trails off when her gaze had flit over 'Robbie' only to jerk back. No way. No way at all. A deep breath is drawn only to find a serious lack of clove cigarette smell that always hung around the latino. His tell-tale scent. While she couldn't sniff everyone out, those she was familiar with she was at least able to recognize.

Lifting a hand to Inez she raises a single finger in a 'hang on' sort of way while she starts to frown. Then her hand clenches, thumb stuck out, to slice across her throat as a means of saying 'trouble'. Phone still out she walks toward the fashionably dressed couple to leeean to the side, nearly bumping her head against the rack of gold necklaces, while her phone is up with the little red dot on indicating it was recording.

"Hey 'Robbie', who's that girl you're with that isn't my sister who you're dating?" Smile smile. Of course she knew it wasn't really him. But let's just tighten the screws a bit.

Matt Hagen has posed:
     Robbie heaves a sigh and thrusts his hands into his pockets. "Hey kid. Sorry, but your sister is yesterday's news." He slips his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, revealing a golden tint to his irises. "When I met Renee, our chemistry was just too explosive for me to ignore."

Renee Bombas has posed:
Renee Bombas would go to smile, moving to put her arm around the waist of 'Robbie'. "Hey, it's a pleasure to meet you. Robbie's amazing and I've never been so happy in my life with him." A gentle squeeze is given. "He's a great man and I'm the luckiest girl in the world." She goes to flash a smile over and lets out a sigh. Then grins, "He got me these!" She flashes up with the fake, tourist styled Amazon bracers. "I know they're silly, but they're cool. I'm a dork." Renee would smile over fondly.
    "It's lovely to meet you. I'm uh sorry. I don't want to make anyone or anything umcomfortable." She would let out an 'err' over.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney uhhuhs in response as her gaze drops back down to her phone typing on it a few times quickly. Then she looks back up still grinning rather broadly. "You got his eyes wrong. He has heterochromia. Plus I've been texting him this entire time."

It's now she steps away quickly to put a bit of distance between herself the couple glancing between them quickly once more. "I mean I guess if you don't have a face it makes sense to borrow others, but trust me, Robbie is in no way classy. Also you don't smell the same, Clayface. But," she shrugs. "If you're just here shopping I don't really care. Just don't cause any trouble, please."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    New York Fashion district. Gee, what are the chances that Heather Danielson, late of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition and other modeling gigs might spend time there. PFFTT! As if.... okay, let's be honest, it's like a second home for her.

    But she got delayed at her hotel by her agent and a meeting with a few other folks. All she wanted to do was shop a bit but nooooo... so after an hour's delay, she managed to get out and hail a taxi. And so it is that she steps out of the cab and approaches the outdoor stalls with a bright and cheerful smile. "Oh wow. They have <insert famous designer label here> out on sale!" And she is making a bee-line literally right between Gabby and Matt.... whoosh, blonde teen with energy rushing past.

Matt Hagen has posed:
     Robbie's gaze fades into the distance for a few moments, he blinks, and then his eyes are the colors they should have been. "Why is it always you," the man's voice deepens to the rumbling basso of a foghorn, "who scalds me with such criticism?" He scowls, baring his teeth with hands balled into fists.

Renee Bombas has posed:
Renee Bombas goes to sigh, "What's with kids these days?" THen hopefully before anyone can react to stop her, her hadn is glowing and then moving to blast Gabby wiht a potent plasma bomb which would send her flying across the mall if it hit full power! With enough force to break bones in most people. "I suppose we're doing this the old fashioned way then." She would grin, "Good, 'cuz I was getting bored with having to play lovely dovey."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
When Heather flits past between herself and 'Robbie', Gabby's eyes slip out of focus to instead lock on the energetic young woman. Just perfect timing it would seem because when she blinks her eyes refocus right on Renee reaching out to throw that plasma blast at her.

It impacts with the brunette sending her small figure flying so that she can't answer Clayface even if she wanted to. Flung through the air she tucks and twists on muscle memory alone, even if the damage is already done. Regardless of her instinctive attempts she ends up crashing into a few racks of clothes tangled up messily in hangers and bent support poles.

"REALLY!? I was gonna leave you alone!"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Oh look. A Louis V... HOLY SHIT!" exclaims Heather as she turns around at the sound of the explosion. She's a bit confused for a moment. She thought a grenade went off, and as jam packed as the place is, that could've killed dozens of people. "Shit.. is anyone hurt?!" she calls out.

    Indeed, she has no idea who attacked whom, or what the overall effect was. Her eyes go a bit cringey as she sees the racks of clothing getting messed up. It's like she -wants- to say, 'Oh come on.' but doesn't want to say it out loud while someone might be hurt.

Matt Hagen has posed:
     A chorus of frightened screams erupts around the market. Some hapless shoppers duck and hide behind cover, others bolt in the opposite direction of the blast, still more whip out their phones and start recording, while a few rush forward to help anyone who was injured.
     Prone on her back, not far from Heather, is a woman haltingly reaching with her arms, feeling about withher fingertips, eyes wide and blank, as if she was blinded by the flash. "Lucas..." she says, "Lucas?!" A little boy lies unconscious, nearby.
     Meanwhile, a dobbleganger of Gabby stands prominantly atop the jewelry market stall. She wears low-cut jeans and a halter top, with bouncing shampoo commercial hair and trendy makeup on fleek. Her bosom is remarkably larger. "Look at me!" she shrills at the top of her lungs. "I'm the center of the fucking universe! I can't let anyone else have anything. I -must- have it all! AND I build myself up by mercilessly ridiculing others. LOVE ME, damn you! Or I will give you a buck-fifty from chin to ear!" A pair of little bone claws shnnk from the backs of her hands, which she bumps together and waves around, giving everyone in the market a mutant California howdy.

Renee Bombas has posed:
Renee Bombas goes to melodramatically blow at her finger like a smoking gun. As Gabby's left blasted through the wall, people are panicking. She goes over towards the racks with diamonds and bracelets on them, taking out a bag and goes to rapidly start emptying everything into it. Anyone in the store that looks like they might get in her way is met with a quick boom that would send them flying. She's moving to keep on popping things in to the bag if she's not interrupted until she's taken everything from the store. If she is interrupted, then shew ould stop as it would take her a few minutes.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney pushes to her feet while things start to go to heck. The front of her chest was bloodied, and she keeps a hand over her stomach just to ensure nothing is dripping out--but thankfully it wasn't. Sometimes it was hard to tell. Her gaze is locked on 'her' on the table in that ridiculous outfit with huge boobs.

"Oh for real what are you five? Toddler temper tantrums." A glance to the side is taken noticing an object on one of the tables. Along with all the clothes and accessories and other items there were of course beauty products.

A hand dips into her pocket while the other grabs a can, and a second later she's marching forward with her improvised hair-spray flame thrower right at Clayface. FWOOSH.

"C'mere fart face!"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    And at first, yeah.. Heather is leaning towards trying to help the mother missing her child. But then she catches sight of the movement in the store. Her eyes narrow and as Gabby bounces up, she says, "Knockout of the Titans here. I know, stupid name. You've got this one?" She asks with a gesture to the fake Gabby...

    And then she is running towards the store and strides in through the front door in time to see the impromptu -shopping- spree. To which she smirks as she starts walking closer, "So, feel free to put as much as you want in your bags. Long as you pay before you leave." She instructs in a confident tone.

Matt Hagen has posed:
     Bizarro-Gabby flashes a sinister sort of duchenne smile and hops down from the market stall. She steps boldly into the gout of roiling flame. Hair and clothes blister and smoke as she basks in the warmth, leering at the real McCoy with powdery dry skin curling and flaking off of her face as she speaks with a voice like KelseyGrammer: "You seem to be under some misapprehension, child. Your boyfriend's fire is no ordinary blaze, and his talent is one you cannot emulate."
     A big toe hardens like tempered metal and, with a sharpened tip, grows forth on a sudden and extends upwards like a narrow stalagmite, striking at the underside of Gabby's jaw with scorpion speed.

Renee Bombas has posed:
Heather's standing there over in the open, defiantly. "Fair. I'll do the first.." A huge plasma bomb flares up, and is fired over at Heather. This one would if it hit send Heather through the wall of the other end of the mall, and likely a support pillar of the girl didn't manage to evade the full blast. It was powerful enough to cave in teh engine block of a car.
    "But not the second, cuz I'm a b*tch like that!" Bomb Queen would wave cheerfully adn psychotically while going to fill her bag up the rest of th eway.
    "Freak's honor!"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney gives a quick nod over to Knockout (Dang that's a good name) with a quick, "Honey Badger, Outsiders," to let her know her own moniker and affiliation. Then her attention is solely on Clayface.

"Not my boyfriend--And I know, it's hellfire. But," Gabby holds the gout of flame a moment longer. Only to haul back and lob it at the gooey blistery mass that is NOT her.

Just in time to flip back narrowly avoiding the stabbing tendril of Clayface having recalled how it worked last time. "What you don't know is that it's very dangerous to use hairspray cans as flamethrowers because they tend to blow up once overheated."

Precisely why she twists away to run at this point. If it didn't work at the very least she could potentially lead him away from the majority of people... she hopes.

Matt Hagen has posed:
     Gabby's doppleganger stretches into the air as flying-squirrel wings, webbed from wrist to ankle, emerge to form a broad, fleshy sheet. Bedsheet-Gabby leaps upwards, seeking to envelope Honey Badger with -all- the hugs. In the same motion, the figure of the blinded woman does a backbend and Exorcist-crawls rapidly to intercept the mutant girl's path, hoping to trip her up. Lucas still lies unconscious.
     A void opens in the center of the fleshy sheet to admit the heated spraycan, which harmlessly passes through, and the hole closes up. "Pathetic li-" the beast's words are cut short as the can explodes with a harsh boom. Body acting like a sail, the creature is proppeled with windlike speed toward the genuine Gabby.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    And at least Heather was not caught entirely off guard. She lifts her arms just in time to get hit and take a lot of the force of the bomb. That force and heat blast skin and muscle off of her arms before it strikes her torso, face, and hair... all of which take damage from it. She -does- get backed up a bit by the kaboom.... but like an anime character, her strength, braced against the force... is enough to prevent her from being launched bodily away.

    In the end, she has dug a trough in the floor, and is down on one knee even as the flesh, muscle, and even hair of her torso, head and arms is visibly restored. The stuff heals stupid fast. And then she is up and running at full speed, intending a mildly zig-zag pattern to evade the full brunt of any further bombs while fully intending to divetackle the bombardier, driving a shoulder into the woman in an attempt to at least stun her.

    It's not the most graceful maneuver. It's not some coordinated martial arts thing. It's a desperate dive to try to put an end to the big badda booms.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
With the bedsheet-of-doom flying her way Gabby dives for cover, or attempts to. She ends up tucking and rolling behind a counter to avoid the worst of it. And somewhere, somehow along the way, she ends up vanishing. The hole that is cut through the flooring into the basement accessways and further might explain how she got away from the gooey one.

Renee Bombas has posed:
Heather goes to slam over into Bomb Queen, whom is tackled over and smashed hard! She's skidding over the ground, being slamemd up and through the back office of the jewelry store! She goes to lift up her hands to try ands hove them into Heather's face. "Really you #$#!@ I'm going to hit you with a BOOM f##1#*ing tube!" From the center of her body a large plasma bomb appearing and trying to 'pop' at point lbank range to send Heather flying off her!

Matt Hagen has posed:
     The beast of clay stands over the hole clawed through the floor. "Meet me at the rendezvous point," Bizzaro-Gabby bellows, then steps down into the darkness. The form takes on a molten character and slithers away.
     Dozens of police sirens can be heard in the distance, getting closer - fast.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    And awayyyy she goes. Heather goes sailing. Why is she not holding onto Bomber McBombFace anymore? It might have something to do with that Shop(lifting) bag that she has in her arms.. ripped free from Renee's grip as she strikes the ceiling at an odd angle and bounces to the floor a few yards away.

    "ow." she mutters as she does a pushup, looking around as if trying to find her sparring partner once more.

Renee Bombas has posed:
With her opponent blasted away, Renee goes to pick herself up, snaps a broken arm back into place, pops her broken jaw into place, and looks at Heather, "Next time I'm just going to disintegrate you to little parts an dsee how long it takes the goo to get back together." Sirens flaring means she'll have to fight her wy through a few dozen cops armed with heavy guns.
    For a few hundred thousnad dollars in jewelry, not worth it. She goes to blast a hole in the wall, and then is gone!