13183/Pilot in the Kitchen

Pilot in the Kitchen
Date of Scene:	25 October 2022
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Mary Jane, Sonja, and Zinda go for a girl's night out and chat about war, alcohol, perspectives, personal history, and stories.
Cast of Characters:	Mary Jane Watson, Zinda Blake

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Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson is for some reason spending time with Zinda. the two are walking through Hell's Kitchen. "So not sure what this side of the city would have been like around when you were. If you don't mind telling stories?" The rehdead would qiup while walking along with the blonde.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake walks along casually with the redhead, not at all seeming to mind the neighborhood. The blonde pilot is wearing her short skirt and knee boots, flight jacket worn open over a crisp, white t-shirt. And from the way the jacket hangs, MJ can tell that Zinda is wearing a double-holster rig beneath. "Oh, it wasn't real nice, even back then." Zinda replies, gesturing casually. "But after bein' through the War, it sorta changes your perspective. I'm sure you can relate."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod, "Yeah. I.. hope I never have to go through anything like it." There's memories in her mind that aren't her's. They're horrific. But they're nothing like the way moderns wars are. Have been. "Some things change. Other's don't." Looking around while she would walk along, wearing a sweater with a Spider-Man t-shirt underneath

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake's demeanor may be casual, but she doesn't miss anything with those sweeping, blue eyes. "You still gotta believe that people are generally good, though, there's jus' a few bad apples in the bushel." Glancing over at MJ, Zinda has had a small taste of the memories the other woman is carrying around. "The real problem comes in when a bad apple tries spoilin' the whole bushel." Zinda smirks a little, then. "An' let's face it, honey, this world's seen some REALLY bad apples."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod, "Yeah. Because the rot spreads really easily. And even if someone might not be feeling it.. They're still way too easy to get to go along wtih it." It's far too simple to get a mob going. And rolling like Sisyphus' bounder downhill, never stopping, just getting propped up again. "That's in the nature of humans."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake nods slowly as well. "Evil flourishes when good men are inactive. Or somethin' like that." she replies. "That's how it happened in the '30's. Good men did nothin' until it was too late. Not everybody who was German was evil; most of 'em were jus' too scared to do anything else but go along. Same with me." She shrugs and slips both hands into her jacket pockets. "It was never personal whenever I shot somebody down. I was doin' a job, same as he was."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod at Zinda, "I've read things about that." She would be quiet. "And nothing's ever so cut and dry or white and black. It's always shades of blood." that's the term that she's come to believe is the best way to put it. They all are the same in the end. They all die, they all bleed.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake slows up a bit, turning towards MJ more directly. "Now them fellas what chased me through the jungle after I got shot down...? That sorta felt personal." She grins at that, adding a little wink as well. While they walk they pass someone leaning against a building here, or propped against a lamp post over there. Gazes are exchanged, and Zinda meets each one evenly.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would laugh softly, "So what sort chased after you in the jungle? That sounds like a story. So take us away, Sam?" She would inquire teasingly while walkinga long with the blonde. A rare enough thing where MJ is not the one getting all of the attention while out and about without a catastrophe on.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake shrugs at the question. "The Japanese Army who was sorta there first." she replies. Looking over, the grin returns. "It was a runnin' gun fight for a few days before I could get away. That one ended up gettin' me sent State-side afterwards. Wasn't hurt -bad-, just bad enough."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod, "I've.. Heard stories." Very, very scary ones. About the Phillipines. About China. "And that sounds nasty if it was bad enough you had to be taken off the front." She can't particularly imagine Zinda willingly leaving there.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake shrugs again, as if it was nothing. "Head injury, so they were bein' real careful. I think it mighta' had something to do with me bein' a woman, but nobody's ever gonna admit to that." Wink. "That's when I took all my publicity shots, though. I was already sorta popular, an' that made it even more so."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would laugh softly over at Zinda, "I'm sure you explained your appreciation to them on that. And that the lesson you gave them didn't stick. That probably isn't something that's changed since then eitehr."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake laughs as well, tossing her blonde curls. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I really did like posin' for them pictures. But I'm a pilot, not a model." Those legs and that smile aside. "So I got back into a cockpit soon as I could."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would chuckle, "Yes, I think the thing you'd appreicate most posing for is.. What did they call those pinups they put over on the nose of planes?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake laughs loudly at that. "A nose art gal?" She shakes her head. "Oh honey, you ain't never seen the, um, -unedited- version of some o' those. I got a bikini with more material in it than them gals wear."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would pff, "I see. So how many of those did you end up posing for? Or helping hte art on if they were going for the unedited versions?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake lifts a blonde brow at the question. "Oh quite a few posters, all nice an' proper-like. The nose art came from the posters, really. Ain't too tough for a real clever fella to start with a poster an' sorta forget to paint in the clothes, y'know?" A grin and a wink follows. "But truth be told, I think most other pilots were too scared to ask me to pose for 'em."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would chuckle, "I see. I take it that they were rightfully scared then? So how many of them did you outdrink and beat up first to make sure they had the proper fear put into them?" She's making some assumptions here. Likely accurate ones!

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would grin, "Good. I suppose that any who didn't respect would be met over with the same results when it came to being shot down if they tried to pull up too hard?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake's smile fades just a touch. "Gettin' 'shot down' in a bar ain't the same thing as gettin' shot down fer real. But all them fellas treated me like a lady. Sometimes even when I didn't want it." Here, Zinda leans in closer, her voice lowering. "Big difference between bein' treated like a lady an' treated like a -woman-..."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod over at Zinda, "I get that." Her lips twitching upwards, "Can't say I quite get the dinstinction on them but I'm not exactly classy enough to have ever been somewhere that they were properly fitting."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake chuckles softly at that. "That's sorta lost its meaning on folks nowadays, I suppose." The mischief returns to her expression, then. "Bein' treated like a Lady means that when a fella helps you down from th' table you been dancin' on, he don't look up yer skirt." She gives a knowing nod, then. "I think y'all can figure out th' rest."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shake her head over at Zinda and laugh, "Yeah. And so were you the type of.. Lady or woman that would have preferred he did or didn't? Or would you if you were having a good time ask him to keep it there?"

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake leans in again and lowers her voice before she answers. "Well that all sorta depends on the fella, really. Jus' because I ain't the sort to kiss an' tell don't mean I ain't fond of kissin'. There was even a rumor I kissed a trophy gal after an air race before the war." She winks and shakes her head, then. "Not a rumor."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shake her head over and smile, "I see. Ultimately.. I might almost think you were angling to see if you could get a kiss in at me or not. Didj'nt expect you to be the playful typew eith it."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake feigns a look of surprise, but spoils it with another laugh. "Well back in the '30's that sorta thing was really frowned on. These days? I'm discoverin' a lotta things are different now." She looks around while they walk, then adds. "Either way, this really ain't the place for it. One of these homeless fellas might get th' wrong idea and one of us would hafta hurt 'im." The blonde tilts her head, then. "So what DID you expect, if I ain't playful about it? Jus' wrap my arms around y'all and plant one on?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would chuckle, "I see. I suppose I should have expected for a girl in such a short one that you'd be a skirt chaser." THe redhead would go to deadpan along wiht hte process. "And it's good to know that about you. And stuff is.." She would make a general wiggle of her hansd. "Complicated."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake laughs at that, loudly and heartily. "Honey, I think the term I like is 'equal opportunity', but you ain't completely wrong about that." She follows the hand-wiggle, then looks to MJ's expression. "You mean that other gal in yer head, or somethin' else?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would grin, "Well, teh types Sonja is into and the ones that I'm into don't necessarily have a -ton- of overlap which makes things complicated and we both yell a lot."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake lifts blonde brows at that, giving the redhead a very deliberate once-over along with a coy smile. "Okay, so now I'm real curious. You can't jus' drop somethin' like that without explainin' a bit further."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would consider, "All right. Uh.. Sonja's type generally runs to those that are just as freaky as she is with some exceptions. There was this bard.." Her face turns into a sneer for a moment at some internal bit. "And a Cimmer" what follows is a twist of her expression like she'd been given a slap on the cheek.
    "Hold on that one."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake pauses and gives the redhead a really curious look, giggling a little at the mention of the bard. And then again with the expression twist. "Yeah, I'd imagine that's sorta tough. Especially if you hafta, um, watch..."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would wince, "So.. Yeah, let's call it complicated. And Sonja thinks you're adorable if that helps any?" The way she phrases 'adorable' might as well make, perhaps, Zinda guffaw madly.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake lets out a most un-ladylike snort at being called adorable. Her grin broadens and she gives MJ a playful elbow to the ribs. "So if Sonja thinks I'm adorable, that must mean I ain't yer type..." she infers. "Or is that 'adorable' in a different sorta way?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would laugh, "I think that Sonja's saying that you're not a total meanypants and are sort of cute." There's another twich in her face and movement of her lips over that is indicative of the two yelling. Then her hands go to her face. "I -can't- say that to her. And no I am -not- letting you take over so you can say it."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake's eyes brighten at MJ's inner struggle, mischief twitching her mouth into a playful grin as well. Yes, she's amused as hell, and not going to let this one go. "Sorta cute, hmm? Makes me wonder whether Sonja's a leg-gal or a tush-gal, now. Or maybe somethin' else..." she teases. Zinda takes another look-around, giving the street around them a military-sweep. "Let's get off the street, honey. You got enough distractions."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson's face would twitch over at Zinda, "You really don't want to know on that. You really, really don't want to know." Her voice has that level of playful trauma over to it that's amused. "And I'm not sharing drinks with you. I've seen you keep up with the Russians. I'm aware that I'm going to be cowering underenath a table if something happens.." Even as her face would twist and sneer, "HAH! What arrogance." Snapping back to normal.
    "She was just -waiting- for that."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake leads the way into Josie's Bar, finding a table fairly close to the door. "Honey, you really need to learn how to relax or somethin'. An' just because I -can- drink you under the table don't mean I'm gonna. That ain't how I roll." She slides onto a chair, letting MJ pick a seat.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would chuckle. "Well, I think that's what Sonja likes. And this place is too nice to have the night end in a general defenstration." Going to slide in voer on the chair then. "I'll just have some water but I will pick up the first round or ten you get."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake chuckles and shakes her head at that. "Sonja really does want you to let her build up yer alcohol tolerance, y'know. But I ain't one to judge." She shakes her head at the offer, raising a hand to wave-down a server. "Pitcher of draft over here!" she calls out. "Don't feel you gotta support my drinkin' habit. Besides, like I said, that ain't how I roll."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would sigh, "I -can't- buildup her level of alcohol tolerance. I don't have the physiology for it nor do I remotely have the ability to process that much. And I definitely don't have the stomach for the aftermath." She would qiup. "And it's fine. I appreciate teh conversation. It's nice to have ag irl's night."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake settles back into her chair, propping one elbow on the table. "I'm gonna bet that Sonja's idea of a girl's night is pretty different than yours." she replies. "An' I was raised by a family of moonshiners. Ain't a whole lotta people have THIS level of tolerance."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would nod, "Yeah, her's is more 'bodies hit the floor' type and she leaves a lot of bodies that way." She would leave it at that. "I'm guessing few do. I'm definitely not one of them nor do I think anyone in here would be." She would hold up her glass of water to clink against Zinda's. "And it's a work thing so it's not like it's my money. I'm treating out a consultant to engender a good working relaitonship."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake clinks her glass with MJ's. "Honey, this particular consultant is rich enough to afford her own, private air force. I can buy a few drinks all by myself." Wink. "I'm gonna wonder for a while about what Sonja wanted you to say, of course. But with you two sharin' a body like y'all do, it's only fair that you get a say in it."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shrug, "Oh, I know, it's still the.. Wha'ts it you said.. Treating you like a lady? And I thought the rule was the one offering bought the first round after all." SHe would quip over at Zinda. "And I'm not going to say it. It's really not the sort of thing you say in relatively polite company."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake takes a long, slow drink of her beer while MJ talks. "Alright, then. First round's on you." she agrees. The mischief returns, then, and she gives her head a peculiar tilt. "Well I'd imagine that's the sorta fun you an' Sonja are gonna hafta disagree about, then."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would just stick her tongue out, "And no dumping it on my head. And Sonja's ideas of relaxation and mine are rather different. there's some overlap but we have to stretch a bit. She hates plays, I'm an actress. she likes singing but says I have a horrible voice and -her- idea of singing is more the type you get pitchforks and torches ready for."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake laughs at that, lifting her glass again. "Yeah, war cries are music to -some- ears. An' she probably thinks that crackin' skulls is a form of foreplay. She's one tough cookie alright." Zinda hooks her foot into the leg of a chair between them, propping her long legs up and crossing one over the other. "Me? I'm sorta somewhere in between, I guess."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would laugh, "Yes. Her fun starts at revelry and tends to end over at dismemberment. She parties hard and I tend to not leave a body count and a village burned down where I go out. And you're allowed to be into what you are. I think a pilot probably has a bit different idea of waht barhopping is than most."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake drains her first glass, already reaching for the pitcher to refill. "Most soldiers do party differently than regular folks, really." she replies. "I s'pose, in her way, Sonja's really jus' a soldier at heart." There's a pause, then she adds. "A soldier from a really violent, really bloody place, is all."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would shake her head, "No, soldier's generally loyal to a cause, an ideal, or at least has pledged service to something. Sonja's a freebooter who would go wherever there was anything that caught her fancy. I'd call her a mercenary but that implies she had scruples."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake tilts her head at that, expression softening a little. "The two of you have a really complicated relationship, don't ya'?" she asks. "You sorta hate her but she's also sorta convenient to keep around."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would laugh, "Hey, she's part of me. We're not going anywhere anytime soon. And as much as I heckle her she does the same to me so it evens out. She's kind of like the big scary sister you find lives in your basement on a chain."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake laughs at that, then oooooohs! "Careful, honey. I hear some people find it kinda' exciting to talk about bein' kept on a chain." She grins, and doesn't need to clarify that she's teasing.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would just smirk at Zinda, "Well, you one of them?" She would quip. "Because one of those things Sonja -did- mention.."

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake shrugs almost casually at the question, taking a swig of beer before she answers. "I really ain't sure, to be honest. Ain't never been chained up. Least not by the right kinda person." Wink. "Okay, then, so Sonja wants to chain me up. What else? I mean, what happens next?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would smirk over at Zinda as she would twitch over and smile, "Well that, pretty blonde, is something that you'll have to just sit back there and imagine for yourself." There's a more feral sneer over to her in tease.

Zinda Blake has posed:
Zinda Blake tilts her head, pausing for a moment and sipping her beer more slowly. The mischief returns to her smile, then. "Who you callin' 'pretty', you saucy little redhead?" she teases right back. "I jus' might let my imagination run away with me sometime. Let Sonja off her leash."

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would smirk, "That isn't going to happen, blondie." The lazly sway of the words being a bit of a stretch to show that Mary Jane was talking. "And please, don't call Sonja saucy. I might be, she isn't"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would go on, "But now, let's get you drunka nd see how long it takes for you to drain this place dry."