1317/Chance Encounters of the Metropolitan Kind

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Chance Encounters of the Metropolitan Kind
Date of Scene: 23 April 2020
Location: Midtown - New Troy
Synopsis: Heather and Alice meet, and tag team ram a bank robber's car off the road. COFFEE LATER!
Cast of Characters: Heather Danielson, Alice Sinclaire




Heather Danielson has posed:
    Evenings in Mtropolis are like evenings everywhere else. Just more... Metropolitan. Okay, all jokes aside, Heather has had a long day. Sure, she's not like.. working an hourly job. But nobody can say that being a model is -easy- work. Today, she spent a large part of her day working out to maintain the fitness expected of one who has their body critiqued every day. Not to mention consuming more calories than the New York Yankees starting lineup. What? She burns them FAST. Especially when working out.
    Nevermind the fact that the gym she goes to caters to superhumans, so she was bench pressing a couple thousand pounds for reps. Not trying to push herself to the limit. But just ... maintaining herself
    But she also had a meeting with her agent and some producer who wanted to use her as a guest start for an Episode of CSI New York coming up next season. Either way, she finished her workout and had a hot shower at the gym before working her way home. On foot of course, because she loves walking.
    Not to mention the fact that her favorite coffee shop is right on the way to her place from the gym. A place she has just ducked into to grab a cappuccino and two large cinnamon rolls. What? I mentioned calories right? That is what we have now, a clean and refreshed Heather Danielson, striding out of the shop with a drink in one hand, a roll in the other, and a bag with a second roll hanging from the hand holding her cup.

Alice Sinclaire has posed:
    Breaking the routine is a good thing, especially when you live in a city like Gotham. Alice has been breaking the routine more and more often, with urban exploration. But today, today was lawyer day and the lawyers she has to see are in Metropolis. Ever since she made it back to Earth she has been in a constant fight with the government to recognise that she didn't in fact die thirty years ago.
    Alice took the hyperloop, because heck that's futuristic and she's living in the future now. It's a very quick trip from Gotham to Metropolis. The day has been spent in the lawyers building, in waiting rooms, in conference rooms, waiting on the phone to progress in the queue... and ultimately they tell her the same thing they always tell her. Her case is progressing through the system.
    And so now she is walking down the street, randomly wandering Metropolis because that's the best way she's learnt to calm herself down after disappointment - random exploration. She has time before she needs to get the hyperloop back to Gotham anyway. It doesn't matter exactly where she roams, so long as she can find her way back. Better to keep it in her mind though, she still hasn't figured out how apps work on her phone.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Blonde and loaded down with coffee and rolls. Quite a potential setup for a mess. I mean, it wouldn't be the worst thing Heather's ever had happen to her. But she takes a sip of her beverage while baby blues scan the sidewalk before her. She turns to the right to head towards her condo... and just about runs down a woman there exploring the city (That's you Alice! In case you didn't realize it!)
    "Oh, sorry!" she announces in her Midwest accent, moving her right hand out to the side to redirect the cup as opposed to just stopping it and causing a total slosh accident.

Alice Sinclaire has posed:
    It's kind of her fault, her head is down looking at her phone as she tries to understand how to make it _work_ darnit. Intuitive, yeah right. She still isn't quite sure how technology jumped from big desktop computers to these tiny touch phones that want to slip out of your hand. Her screen has several cracks on it already - what's one more at this point.
    She is taken by surprise, something she utterly abhors. Her frame is not super strong and she bounces off of Heather, falling back. She immediately teleports out of instinct a few feet back with her legs spread and arms out and dropping her phone on the ground. "Ah.. bollocks," she says with a dower look to Heather. "Sorry." That's the second time in a single week she's accidentally outed herself in a moment of panic. "I didn't see you there, you're.. uh.. pretty solid there."
    There's a slow recognition that crosses her face though, "Are you... Heather Danielson?" She leans down and picks up her phone noticing the new crack in the corner. She dusts it off and puts it back in to her pocket. Last time she tried the silent approach of pretending it didn't happen. This time she attempts to skip past it by offering her hand, "I'm Alice, please to have bumped in to you."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Well, it's not like Heather is massive or heavy or any of those things. Like oh, Colossus. But she is strong. She's tall for a woman. Even at eighteen she is five foot nine. Not like Amazonian, but -not- short.
    So when the petite girl bounces off of her, she just kinda steps half a pace back herself, recovering her coffee and such.
    She notices the phone screen having some cracks and she assumes that all happened just now. "Oh shit." she mutters, "I broke your phone... would you let me replace it please? I hate when my obliviousness causes problems for folks."
    A pause, and then she smiles warmly, "Guilty as charged." she admits as she looks left, then right, and then sets her coffee cup on top of a newspaper machine before accepting your hand, "Nice t'meecha Alice. And yeah, maybe next time don't take bumping into someone so literally?" she asks in an attempt to defuse things with a lighthearted joke.

Alice Sinclaire has posed:
    Alice chuckles and then takes out her phone and looks it over. She rubs her thumb over the new crack and shakes her head, "Oh heck no. I've dropped this phone so many times it's totally bogus." She shrugs her shoulders and explains, "It's like they're designed to break or something? I don't get that. Why would you make a phone out of glass any way." She stares at her phone for a moment, then puts it away and looks back to Heather.
    "I'm a complete dufus sometimes. I'm usually so aware of my surroundings, but when I try to use that phone I get so confounded." She tries to change the subject and seems very pleased with herself that she's managed to avoid explaining how she teleported. "So, how much can you bench? that's your thing right, you're really strong?," she says being small-town friendly in the big city.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Shaking her head about the phone, Heather chuckles, "What you need.. is a protective case. Otterbox or some such."
    To demonstrate, she pulls her own Starkphone out of her back pocket, complete with hard rubber case. "Personally, if I was designing phones, I'd make them not NEED such a case but.." She shrugs, "That's how it is. But.. I suggest you go in for something protective if you want to be able to -read- your screen next month." she adds without losing her smile. What? She can smile even when she doesn't want to. That's called modeling One-oh-one.
    And then she bites her lip and shakes her head, "I'm strong yeah, but I wouldn't call that my -thing-. That's just incidental. The part most folks make a big deal about is the whole super healing thing. I mean... sure, it's awesome to be able to survive multiple gunshot wounds to the chest but... the part nobody tells you?"
    She leans in closer, and stage-whispers, "Just because I can heal from anything doesn't mean it doesn't -hurt-."

Alice Sinclaire has posed:
    Alice turns her ear in to listen to the stage-whisper. She nods her head, "Uh, yeah I kinda assumed it would. Could you imagine walking around everywhere, not actually feeling things. You'd be bumping in to stuff constantly. Oops, my bad, didn't feel you there, so sorry for that." She chuckles, "And then there's the broader concerns of ageing. If you heal from anything, does that mean every seven years you're back where you started, biologically speaking.. never getting old. Statistically speaking, immortal beings will inevitably becom... ah." She pauses and blinks, "You know what, that's an incredibly morbid topic of conversation, I'll shut up now." She grimaces in a sorry expression.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Shaking her head in amusement at first, Heather laughs, "I can just see it. No sense of touch. Just spilled my drink, punched through a wall trying to grab soap in the shower."
    But then the followup question hits her and she pauses... eyes going distant, "Gosh. I hope not. I don't wanna hang around forever watching my family age and die. That'd suck." she mutters, "I should ask someone medical about that. Never thought about it myself until just now."

Alice Sinclaire has posed:
    Alice lifts up her hands, "So sorry, I should just keep my mouth shut sometimes. I'm not a doctor, I'm a physicist." She presses her lips together and looks down the street, "Are you going anywhere in particular? I'm sort of.. urban exploring at the moment. Otherwise known as random wandering."
    From a few streets away the sound of gun fire and tyres screeching as a car races down the road. There are people yelling but no immediate police response. The sound of a bank alarm starts blaring.
    "Whoa. Should w-. ah, you. I mean there are cops right. But.."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Well, I -was- heading home with coffee and rolls. But you know Alice, maybe I could use a bit more explo.." blam blam.
    Heather's head whips about and she habitually moves to place herself between the direction of that sound and the new potential friend she's made.
    "Shit." she remarks, uncharacteristically cursing before she sets her rolls bag down. She finished the first roll already. Yep, she eats fast. "Car's headed this way. Cops won't be on scene for a few minutes and these guys could be long gone by then." she states as she does so me mental math, not her strongest skill. She's trying to figure out if she can move fast enough to intercept the car.

Alice Sinclaire has posed:
    The charger is tearing down the road and going through intersections without stopping or looking. The men in the car are still wearing masks, definitely holding guns and no doubt stole enough to feed their egos for a few weeks. Those mental calculations, trying to get in front of that car. Your charge out in to the road to intercept it.. finger tips just touch the car as they evade you, swerving to avoid the obstacle of a person that just ran out on to the street. Ironically, one of the robbers pokes his head out the window, still wearing a mask and yells at you, "Are you crazy lady we almost hit you." His voice overpowered as he swears at you by the screech of tires and the engine speeding down the street.
    Alice watches with amazement and horror. "You were going to .. what.. jump in front of that car??" She bites her bottom lip. "I can get you there if that'd work.. if that's a good idea? that doesn't seem like a good idea?"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Do it!" Calls Heather to Alice. "Not just like in front of, but off to one side!" She doesn't have time to explain that her plan is to shoulder ram the fender and try to drive the vehicle into some obstacle, a parked car... anything. I mean.. in front of it and she'd be a speed bump, strong or not.
    But that's her plan.. a shoulder charge with ten tons of force crunching in the right front fender. Maybe even crunching the engine.

Alice Sinclaire has posed:
    Alice rushes over to Heather, her heart racing. She's never tried to stop a car before. Eight legged giant spiders yes, but a car no. Usually her weapon was a chunk of metal, not a super human person whose strong and heals real good. She cannot help but grin and takes Heather's hand giving it a squeeze, "This is gunna feel real weird."
    She starts to run with Heather to get some momentum up and then ~blink~ they're further down the road, the car still speeding ahead of them ~blink~ they're closer again, the sudden shift in position and orientation not at all normal feeling ~blink~ they're by the side of the car, but it zooms away again and Alice grimaces as she pushes herself one last time ~blink~ and puts you just ahead of the car and to its side.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    The initial run caught Heather off guard. It's not that she can't run. She just assumed it was going to be a poof thing. She's never teleported before. But she grins as she starts to spring. She's not superhumanly fast, but she -can- push herself in most physical endeavors.
    The blinks make her slow down a bit as she reorients herself just in time to blink again, and then again.
    Shaking her head like she's trying to clear it after a strong punch to the face.... she sees the car and bares her teeth. It's a look that really seems alien on her face... anger and such. But also excitement. She really does enjoy this part of the job.
    She's already moving, so she lets go of your hand and surges forward with all the speed she can muster.
    In the end, she finds herself wearing a part of the fender. Or more to the point, part of it has stabbed into her shoulder because she is not the least bit super tough. The car careens into an alleyway and smashes into the wall there. It certainly stops, and Heather finds herself lying on the street, having rolled off from the impact. But she stands and grimaces as she reaches up to remove the hunk of metal from her flesh.. the wound closing even as it is yanked out. "Ow." she mutters as she looks towards the car and the likely trashed people within it.

Alice Sinclaire has posed:
    It's eerily silent for a moment after the car hits the wall. The horn then whirrs and the airbags slowly deflate. Alice tumbles to the ground and slowly picks herself back up. She feels a little light headed, that many teleports, so quickly, while taking another person with her was exertion, she's panting for air. In the distance the sound of sirens racing toward the bank. Some of the onlookers have their phones out and were recording it. Alice notices Heather with a big chunk of metal in her and pushes herself through gulps of air to rush to her, but it's already out and healing by the time she gets there. "Fk'n aye you weren't kidding." The men in the car are groaning and certainly not in the frame of mind to draw guns or try to run away, they were going pretty fast. "Do you think they're okay?"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Honestly, I'm just glad that this halter top goes up around the neck and I didn't shred yet -another- shirt in public." mutters Heather. Sure, she has blood on her torso now, but that's to be expected.
    Ten seconds later, she's rolling her shoulder and smiling, "Feels like new." she remarks. As the cops approach, she says, "Okay, I'm on the scene. I'll talk to the cops. I only have one question for you Alice. Were you here or not?"

Alice Sinclaire has posed:
    Alice glances at the bystanders with their phones out. "Ahh balls," she says with a sigh, "I mean, I'm on camera now either way, but this is going to be too many questions for my liking. Government is so bodacious they won't even admit I'm alive..." She rolls her eyes and then glances with concern back to Heather. "I should split," she says, her lingo so strangely outdated. "But, hey I work at Coffee Hut in Gotham.. come find me?" She starts to run down the road and then disappears.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Well, hope they have good Cappuccino's!" calls Heather -just- before Alice vanishes. Then she shrugs and turns back to the car. She approaches and peers inside. Yep, firearms there. She doesn't grab them but just makes sure to keep an eye on things so nobody else gets hurt.
    She's leaning against the car when the cops arrive, and she spends time socializing with them... not QUITE flirting, but she is friendly as she files her report and tells them that some stranger intervened and transported her here. No, she has -no- idea who it was. Some young woman... name? Allison something or other. Hey, she's a blonde, folks expect her to be a bit flighty, so she plays that up when it benefits her and her new friends.