12228/True Die Hard Fan

True Die Hard Fan
Date of Scene:	30 July 2022
Location:	Magic Hour Beach Cafe
Synopsis:	Starfire gets a message from a fan through an unusual messenger of Mercy.
Cast of Characters:	Koriand'r, Mercy Thompson

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Koriand'r has posed:
Koriand'r, Princess of Tamaran and heroine Starfire, one of the most recognizable members of the Titans out there...and apparently putting the 'Super' in supermodel. Another day of shooting and it was time for things to come to an end! What did that mean? Well, it was time to get something to eat!

A streak of green light across the skyline and the alien woman was touching down outside a certain beachside cafe, intending to enjoy herself a small meal and a little louging by the waves to end her evening unless the Titans called.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    This is supposed to be Mercy's day off. She should be working on her project and doing fun stuff. But that's not her fate it would seem. Not since she met a young man by the name of Owen Fyre. See Owen is a fan of the Titan's supermodel and knows almost everything one can know. There is one other important fact about Owen as well, he's dead. He was hanging around his car that was for sale where Mercy was looking for parts and started to follow the mechanic home. When he figured out she could see and hear him, he saw his chance to get a life, well death's, dream come true.
    This is way a somewhat annoyed looking Mercy is glaring at the air to her side as she heads for the cafe. Opening the door to get inside as the scents of the place wrap around her nose, it isn't hard to notice a woman of Kori's stature or beauty. Now she just has to figure out how to approach the woman clearly enjoying her meal in private.

Koriand'r has posed:
Sweet flavours, happy times, a burger and a milkshake. There was probably many a model who got annoyied by the alien physiology that burned through carbs the way Kori's did. And of course, there was plenty of mustard added. A regualar sight here and a little bit of celebrity seemed to mean that she had been served quickly, the young Tamaranian woman hungrily devouring her meal without an apparent care in the world.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    The mix of scents from Kori's food makes Mercy blink some. Sure she heard about it from Owen but smelling it is something else. The burger and milkshake sounds pretty great but she better do what she must if she is going to get any sleep. So she starts to approach the models table. "Excuse me. Miss... well it's just Koriand'r right?" She glances at her side, and cowls intensely at the ghost only she can see. "I'm Mercy, may I please speak with you?"

Koriand'r has posed:
Of course, Kori wouldn't be much of a superhero if she didn't notice someone staring at her...but there were also plenty of innocent reasons why people might stare at the orange-skinned and flaming haired alien girl with bright green eyes. Still, when Mercy makes her approach the woman blinks tilting her head and offering a burger-muffled 'Mhmm!'

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I really am sorry to interrupt your meal," says Mercy. "I would never normally do this, but there's someone that insisted you were likely to be here and it be my best chance to try and meet you." It's hard not to be impressed by the woman's coloration or all that hair. Mercy can't help but wonder how long it takes to wash or if it is self drying somehow. She herself is in just modest jeans and a tee shirt. Her dark hair loose today as it falls not long past her shoulders. Mercy twists her right arm some like she pulling it away from an unpleasant touch as the over eager fan tried to grab her wrist to make Mercy look at him. it works in making her look as she can't help but sneer some and hiss soft that she hopes Kory won't here, "quit it."

Koriand'r has posed:
"Someone insisted?" She repeats before shrugging her shoulders and smiling, gesturing for the other girl to take a seat and blinking a little at that interaction with...noone. Humans were still strange sometimes. "It's okay! You are welcome to join me in the eating of burgers if you wish," she offers, the Alien apparently unphazed and ever-approachable. "It is lovely to meet you..." she begins only to trail off in a hint Mercy should introduce herself.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy pulls out the seat and settles into it, "Thank you." She offers a friendly smile and will see about getting herself a burger, girl has to eat after all. "My name is Mercy." She will adjust her position some in the chair to get comfortable. "His name is.... was Owen. He's a huge fan of yours." She then tips her head a bit and suddenly get curious. "Do your people, I mean where you grew up of course, do they believe in Ghosts or have a word for spirit?"

Koriand'r has posed:
"Spirit?" she repeats, biting her lip before nodding. "We have an afterlife, a goddess call X'hal...I understand the words I think but..." she stops, tilting her head to the side with a blink. "You are able to see them and speak to them? I have met some humans like this before."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy looks relieve to find that the alien doesn't find her crazy. "Yes," keeping her voice soft despite the relief and enthusiasm. "I can hear and speak with Ghost. Owen figured that out and so started to follow and sing loudly off key to try and get me to deliver her reason for staying her." She looks to her side, "Even though you know you should cross over and not just linger." She pauses a moment and then says, "I am not going to sing to Koriand'r in a cafe while she's trying to have a meal, Owen." She looks to Kori and shrugs. "Anyway, seems he traveled to New York to try and see you in a show or something. Thing is, he didn't make it because of a car crash." She won't go into details here or now, "I don't normally do this stuff. Especially for famous people who deserve more respect."

Koriand'r has posed:
Tamaranians didn't tend to feel things by 'half' and Kori was no exception, hell she was probably the examplar! The thought that Owen had travelled to see her only to meet his end by unfortunate and random chance did sting a little with sadness and guilt, her smile faltering a moment before she tilts her head to the side and meets Mercy's gaze.

She didn't think the woman crazy or that this was some kind of trick. It probably helped that the Titan had come across mystics and magicians and other spooky sorts amoung her own friends.

"It is okay...you say there is something that prevents him from resting?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy is a bit surprised at the woman's reaction, and she can tell it's real too. That has her forgetting about Owen for a moment. "He isn't trapped," assures Mercy. "He just really wanted to meet you and say he got to see you. I..." she pauses and pulls her arm away and glares some at the side, "don't push it Owen." Her voice a quiet and firm warning. She pulls out some napkins and gets a pen out to start writing on it. "He had a poem he was going to leave at your manager's office or something. I don't think he thought out the plan all that well. Something about he was going with his feelings and wanted to live in the moment." Mercy is writing the whole time she talks.

Koriand'r has posed:
"He is...here yes?" Kori questions, the woman's deep green eyes drifting from Mercy but not exactly likely to 'see' Owen himself even with the effort. "You do not 'channel' him or get possessed by him, he is simply present and speaking to you?" Or pestering perhaps given the occasional twitches and comments, but she doesn't say that. What should she do to help? Could a ghost keep an autograph? Take a 'Selfie'? Probably not.

Then Mercy offers the answer, beginning to write out what must be the poem and the orange-haired alien nods. "I will read it then, or hear it, as you like."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy is not comfortable with the attention and pauses in her writing to take a bit of some food and washes it down with water before she speaks. "I have never let a ghost 'into me' and am not about to try. Had one try to grab me like that once. To me, unfortunately, I have a hard time telling what's a ghost and what isn't. Took me many years before I realized not everybody can see and hear them." She pauses and looks at Owen, "you.... really want me to write that for her to read? You sure?" She sort of sighs and writes down some more stuff. "Like I said. I have never done this before Koriand'r. Just he has a real set of lungs on him and can sing loudly. I don't need that while I'm at my job as much."
    Mercy will double check the several lines she wrote to hand it over. It isn't the worst poem ever. It's told through the yes of someone having their first crush or love. It is mostly harmless but there are some lines that edge to areas that would likely deeply embarrass most Earth women in the praise of Kori's figure as much as her deeds. "So I promised him I deliver one message. He's gotten at least that by now. I can only imagine how nuts and weird this is for you. I apologize."

Koriand'r has posed:
"I could understand that," Koriand'r nods, offering a little frown. "To not be in control of one's own actions is quite a scary idea, I have seen it before and it is quite...unsettling?" A shrug of her shoulders, she's left to listen to the explaination, a blink of ponderance to the thought of not being able to tell that the people around her were ghosts. It sounded difficult, Kori was over-exhuberant enough without greeting invisible people!

There's a little laugh at the idea of the singing, a nod to her head as the alien takes the poem and lifts it, but she does at least answer the medium. "You are quite kind then Mercy, a hero in your own right, to help those that others cannot!" Letting that declaration hang there she reads, a light smile on her lips and thankfully it doesn't seem that Tamaranian women embarrass quite so readily.

"It is a wonderful poem Owen," she offers, only to pause and look back to Mercy curiously. "He can hear me, yes? Otherwise tell him I am happy to have inspired such words!"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Normally ghosts can have trouble hearing the living, but they seems more 'focused' if I'm around sometimes. So yeah he heard you." She looks over at the space near her. "You said your poem, she read it, and I promise I won't be forgetting this little day trip soon. So be at peace," she offers and sort of makes a soothing down motion with her hand to her side.
    Mercy watches empty space for a moment then lets out a sigh of relief and relaxes there in the seat. "You're a lot nicer then I would have been, Koriand'r and that poem make me blush if it was aimed to me." She smiles over and says, "He is gone. Not sure where spirits go, I have my own beliefs of course, but either way Owen's at rest now at least." Time to nosh a fry in victory.

Koriand'r has posed:
A little breath of relief at the confirmation of success and Koriand'r gives a little smile, reaching down to one of the fries for herself with a grin. "You should be proud, and I am very glad to help!"

As for blushing? Starfire actually giggles lightly at that, shaking her head. "I understand, but it is...well, different where I am from. Joy and all expressions are more common, including...well that." A beat she shrugs her shoulders. "I know that people like some 'aspects' of me more than others."

That said, there's another mouthful before she continues. "And I think you are very 'nice' to have offered your aid. There is so much joy and wonder in the world, to help the departed experience that which they missed out on? That is...wonderful!"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Well you are very tall," Mercy deadpans before her face breaks into a grin. She's able to focus a lot easier on Kori and isn't glancing over to the side all the time. Behaving like a more normal human. "It isn't something I usually do. A lot of ghosts are what I call repeaters. Just doing an action over and over. Some notice me and talk, some are more active and 'there' if you will. Owen there must have been pretty strong willed and very focused." Mercy takes a hungry bite of food, able to put it away fairly well despite being lean. "I'm just sorry to meet you in so awkward a fashion." She then hesitates, "can I ask you a somewhat weird question?"

Koriand'r has posed:
Strong willed and focused on meeting her? It was almost daunting to think she could inspire such...devotion. Still, Kori nods lightly only to grin back at the 'tall' comment before claiming yet more of her food and reaching for her drink. Both women clearly attacking their food, there's a dismissive wave at the apology of akwardness while Kori lifts her drink, straw between her lips while she drains a small sip with an affirmative 'Mhmm!' in answer.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "You like to fly a lot don't you? I mean you're up in the sky often?" Mercy has met another alien flier before and was trying to pin down what scents her nose got were 'alien' and which were 'flyer' with the faint traces of ozone on a person. Now that she's able to not have two conversations at once, Mercy won't take long to finish that burger. "And please feel free to ask stuff if you are curious. Seems fair after our meeting and Owen giving me a biography about you. Almost felt like I was reading your diary."

Koriand'r has posed:
A little grin, Koriand'r nods her head. Of course, it probably wasn't going to help since she was very much -both- of those things and there could well be faint traces from the energy of her starbolts in some circumstances, but Starfire gestures to herself. "I love it. There is nothing quite like it, to see the world from above, to see the stars. It is amazing, freeing...and it helps me travel. I am...not good at driving."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
     Different species of alien will help. "I think I can understand that a little myself. I like to go on some special runs of my own and they offer me clarity and a perspective others don't." The bad driver comment gets a laugh, "Here I am normally a mechanic for cars and was going to say she could help take care of yours if you needed it. Oh well." She snaps her fingers in mock frustration.

Koriand'r has posed:
"I mean, there are other Titans who drive, but if it were me...you would at least get plenty of repair work?" she offer with a little amused giggle. "I can fly a spaceship if needed and yet...I am 'overly enthusiastic' I am told, when it comes to automobiles."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I can do that some but not my main type of work," says Mercy. She motions to herself, "I'm the opposite. I always am the one going the speed limit and not driving risky. Well at least most of the time." She snags a few more fries and chomps on them. "Well if any of them have German cars and need a mechanic in New York," Mercy will hand over a card. "Feel free to look me up."

Koriand'r has posed:
The card is taken, a little nod and a tucking into her neckline. Not a lot of pockets on her costume after all! Still, the woman smiles and drains the last of her drink. "Of course, and if you were one to see me again, feel free to join me in the dining...or let me know if you are in need of assistance with the spirits."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy notices where the card is being tucked and almost asks for it back, "That can't be comfortable. You can leave it behind. Just if you do throw it away please don't throw it out here." She smiles at the woman who is clearly done. "If you get a ghost problem, let me know. And if you are ever in Harlem and looking for a friend stop by. It was very nice to meet you Kori."

Koriand'r has posed:
Making to stand herself, Koriand'r laughs lightly and shakes her head. "It'd be fine, it isn't a long flight to the tower." With that, she moves in, leaning over to give the other woman a squeeze in her embrace. Apparently the alien princess herself was a hugger!

"I wish you well Mercy, till we next meet again!"

With that, she was headed to the door and clearly intending to head skywards!

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy is a bit surprised at the hug but returns it some and tries to not obviously sent the woman as some of her instincts say. "Be well Koriand'r. Enjoy the poem." With that she'll watch the woman fly away and then clean up the table they shared before leaving herself soon after.