12732/An Unusual Teatime

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An Unusual Teatime
Date of Scene: 18 September 2022
Location: The Curio
Synopsis: A little refreshment and socialization at the Curio
Cast of Characters: Phoebe Beacon, Robbie Reyes, Hellboy




Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    The Curio, a bar in Gotham's industrial 'Cauldron' neighborhood, was getting to be quite the hang-out spot. Tonight, though, it had been closed for a private event.

    Which weirdly leaves the place a bit... empty. The lights are up, the blue-haired bartender is behind the bar. There's a buffet of Thai, Chinese and bar food set out along with a couple of pizzas, and sitting nearby with a bowl full of cut fruit is Phoebe, wearing a T-shirt with a trio of dancing skeletons on it and a pair of jeans. Her phone was lighting up her face, her jaw held tightly and her eyes focused on the screen.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
Phoebe's joined by a tall, dark-haired punk in a black tee shirt with 'desangre' scrawled semi-artfully across it in jagged red lettering, tight black jeans with shredded knees, and a leather jacket.

There are probably rules here about smoking indoors, but it doesn't stop him from lighting up once he slides onto the stool, and greeting the young woman with a brief smile and, "Hola." It's the buffet he's eyeing up for the most part, though he does spare a glance for Phoebe's phone. "So, what's the occasion, chica?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    The phone was showing some pictures, and she gances up to Robbie, giving a small smile to the Ghost Rider, and she gives him a wave.

    She looks around at the empty bar, and gives a small shrug, bringing her hand to her head, and opens a 'broadcast' via magic.

    Easier than spelling everything out on the phone.

    <When I first started learning, sometimes the bar I worked at would close down and people 'in the community' would gather to try and talk shop and workshop problems together. Just times full of laughter and being together. Guess I just... miss it.> she frowns a moment, and she turns off her phone.

    <What's up with you, Robbie?>

Robbie Reyes has posed:
It's always a little unnerving, the prickle of sensation that precedes Phoebe's mindspeak. Robbie's accustomed to having a voice in his head, but this.. is different.

"So, what kind of shop you got in mind? There somethin' going on I don't know about, or is this.." He gestures with the two fingers currently holding his smoke. "..about that book?" He, as usual, looks underslept and not precisely 'full of laughter' today.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe is apologetic, truly, for any discomfort. She didn't like doing it.

    She gives a little smile, and leans back.

    <The book. The urban lengends popping up. Anything that might be connected that might have been missed. I was hoping that some would come from... the old guard... but... I guess...> Phoebe's shoulders draw down a little bit, and she gives a sad smile.

    <We can't always get what we want, can we?> she states, reaching for her cup of sprite, and giving a toast to Robbie.

    <You need a coffee or something?>

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy has only recently heard about Gotham's Curio bar. He's dressed pretty much as usual, though he's gone shirtless under his trenchcoat for the clubbing. When he gets to the door, he finds it locked, so he knocks. Not with the Right Hand of Doom, though. Knocking that way will get him in, but also a repair bill, among other things.
    The door opens and the man who opens it does a double take. Looking up at Hellboy, he grimaces slightly, though that quickly fades. "Oh," he says. "You must be here for the thing."
    Hellboy raises his eyebrow. "Yeah," he says. "The thing. I'm late. You wanna let me in, cue ball?"
    The man steps aside and lets the demon through. "Sure thing. They're in there," he says, gesturing.

    Hellboy walks in and finds the place almost completely empty. "What's going on?" he asks. He looks where the guy was, but he's buggered off. He walks farther in and calls out to the only table hosting people. "Hey, what gives? Where's all the ba--" He smiles as he recognizes the dark-skinned mute. "Hey!" he says, enthusiastically. "There's the babes, all compressed into one package." He's not flirting, just being playful. He jogs over and holds out the Right Fist of Doom for a fistbump with Phoebe. "What's going on?" he asks.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
Robbie clinks his glass of whatever the hell that is against Phoebe's, and takes a swig to chase the drag from his clove. He's just setting it down, and going to ash out his cigarette in the nearby ashtray, when he pauses. And every inch of him tenses up slightly. The easy slouch is gone; he's alert in an instant, eyes flicking toward the door, and the new arrival.

"Who the fuck's he?" Hypocritical, perhaps, for him to get so amped up over the guy, considering what he's possessed by. He doesn't seem to hear the question about coffee; kid looks like a scrawy, hungry dog sizing up a bigger one.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe straightens up as well, looking up to the entrance of the Curio as Hellboy's let in by one of the bouncers. She gives a smile to him, and a roll of her eyes at the 'babes' comment before she raises her hand and bumps fists with the Right Fist of Doom. There may be a little magic zap in the air.

    <A friend.> Phoebe's voice echoes, though her lips don't move. She motions to Robbie <This is Robbie. He's a good friend of mine from work.> she states to Red, and then she motions to Hellboy.

    <This is Red. He's also a friend from Work.> she explains.

    If Robbie's the scrawny dog, Phoebe is like, one of those chill capyberas. She looks between the two of them, and then gives a sad smile, rubbing the back of her neck.

    <I need to work in less circles.>

Hellboy has posed:
    Of course, Hellboy blows it up as his fist parts from Phoebe's. He upnods toward Robbie. "Hey," he says. Grabbing a chair, he spins it around and sits backwards in it. Honestly, Hellboy's a challenge for most chairs on a regular day; sitting wrong in them was only going to make that worse. It strains under his weight, though he doesn't seem to react. "What's going on?" he repeats to Phoebe. "Baldie mentioned a 'thing' in here. You guys aren't punching ghosts without me, are you?"