13211/It Was a Good Idea At The Time

It Was a Good Idea At The Time
Date of Scene:	29 October 2022
Location:	Abandoned Amusement Park - Amusement Mile
Synopsis:	Phoebe gets a peculiar pep talk from a concussive based cartoon copyright character cameo. Stick a carrot in it!
Cast of Characters:	Talia al Ghul, Phoebe Beacon

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Talia al Ghul has posed:
The Abandoned Amusement Park hadn't been a very merry land in a very long time. Gone long since from a land of mirth to one of mayhem and murder, corrupted by poverty and desperation in the city and it's final abandonment in the last decade. It made it an excellent location for various thugs, ne'er do wells, and miscreants of a known nature to hang out at..
    Andt his night had started out with yet another pursuit of one of said group of wanton miscreants. Alas, for poor Balm, it had led to a stumble along a somewhat overenergized chase along the broken down tilt a whirl, past the broken horses of the merry go round.. Which as her chin would hit one of them with a loud *KLONG* with a sensation that the merry go round..
    Had broken down.
    Now in those slow moments between 'ow my face' and the floor where everything seemed to slow down to just flashing lights, noises, and a siren..
    Phoebe would have a sense of serenity, surreality, and.. Chewing? Wait..
    Someone chewing. How rude!
    Over near her would be some sort of lagomorph of a faded grey and white coloration chewing on a carrot.
    "Eh.."
    "Wha'ts up Doc?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Balm had just gotten cleared for full and solo patrols now. She'd just cleared this park of being the haunt of a bunch of ghosts, and now?

    A stumble on the tilt-a-whirl, thrown into the carousel. Anyone else might be facing broken bones, bruising, spinal damage -- Balm though?

    She feels her head ringing. She pushed herself up to a kneeling position, and looks up at the world's most famous hare.

    Her head tilts a moment, and then she draws her eyebrows up behind her domino.

    "Not me, apparently."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Her concussive conversation compatriot would look down over at the imprint of her face and give a nod. "Eh, good enough." He would take another chomp of said carrot, glancing over at Phoebe with the calmness and tranquility with an almost Alfred-like countenance.
    "you look like you've seen a lot of milage. Dey got your dental imprints all over dis city?" He would inquire while going to hop up over to the side of the nearest dislodged pony on the merry go round to talk to Phoebe at eye level.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Trust me, the dental I get through my employer is pretty awesome." Phoebe admits, looking to the rabbit with curiosity as she looks them in the eye.

    "... I shouldn't be having this conversation, you know. Usually when I hit my head, it's some stars and then quick recovery." she admits.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The Rabbit would hmm, look over at the imprint, then over at her again and grin, "Well, where's da fun in life if it always goes da same way all da time? You don't hear it from me, but it's never da same when you make dat right turn at Albuquerque."
    "And I tawt ya might want a few to chat over somethin' kid. You keep on gettin' all the breaks in life. Breaks through the doors, the windows, the walls, the cars.. All dem ones."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe decides to take a moment, and she plunks herself right down, eye to eye with the lagomorph, the blue optics in her domino blinking a moment as she brings her hand up.

    "Not to mention--" she winces a moment, her pinkie going into her mouth and there is a hard crack.

    "... a coupla molars." she states, and she looks at the rabbit.

    "I thought my break from reality would be far less friendly." she adds in a rueful comment to the carrot-eating one. "If I'm getting all the bad breaks, then it's shaking out fine for other people. Conservation of Karma."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The Hair Raising Hare would glibly note, "Always carry a spare. If ya ever go into the advertisin business start workin for whomever makes dentures, yer gonna make a killin." He would deadpan, "In a metaphorical way."
    Another munch would be taken of the carrot, "Eh, between you and me, doc.." Whispering over conspiratorily, "Reality's what ya make of it. And Karma ain't a zero sum thing. Ya don't do one thing bad 'an have to make up for it the rest of yer life in small chunks. Nor does someone else get ta let society haul off fer their fair share of it. And it don't come out that way either. Karma's got plenty of bad hoots to go around and more'n enough fun spreadin the cheer. Or lack thereof."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "And now I'm getting the existential lesson from a lagomorph in a broken down carousel." Balm notes, and in her state of mind, she reaches up and removes her domino, her hood still up, but the voice modulation turns off as she looks at her companion in concussion conversation.

    "You think I don't consider finding ways that I could change reality? Of course you don't, because you're a hallucination of my mind trying to kermit-flail itself back into conciousness. So you know everything I know. Whether or not I want to admit it. Unless this is some sort of Spirit Realm conversaion and I'm accidentally my way into a spirit guardian. Which, incidentally," her nose wrinkles.

    "... would weirdly explain why I turned into a rabbit at that cursed Chinese food cart that one time."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The Rabbit would just listen over and then quip, "And da worst piece of it is that it's all yer fault. And what can I say.." Looking cheeky, "Ain't I a stinker then?" If it was all just part of Phoebe's talent for trauma!
    THe Rabbit would correct, "Dat one probably has more to do with da takeout menu and fact you were probably hungry too. Make sure ta take a lozenge before ya read magic to make sure there's not gonna be a coughin' fit. Or given da season, it'll be a coffin fit." Another munch of the carrot.
    "So now yer in here with me and ya ain't gettin' out of here till I'm done with ya, capiche?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe's eyes narrow a moment, and she breathes out.

    "You're going to have to define which events you're referring to that I need to talk about then." she adds curtly. "Because I closed the book on a big part of the last year and a half a couple weeks ago. I had family there, it was a regular party. There's only going forward now because unless I decide that I'm ballsy enough to mess with the Time stream -- in which case there's a lot of people who'd be properly pissed off if I tried to do so -- there's nothing I can do to change it. My fault or no. There's only one path forward, ears."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The Hare looks up and over at her sympathetically, "I get it. Believe me, I do. But I'm here as I'm not da one that has to get it. Yer da one that has to get it, Doc. I'm here kind of as it's a bit of a time out. Call it time to breathe. We both know it. Things are over but da fat lady hasn't sung onnem yet. And just as it's over don't mean it's finished. And pffsh. Time, shmime."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe has a hard time not smiling at the dismissal of time as, indeed, shmime.

    "That... that's exactly what 'it's over' means, Ears. It's done. I wasn't able to do anything useful until a supernatural superpower helped me dampen my emotions, and the first thing I did when I got them all back was to try and work out how to remove the memory of my existence from everyone. Which I'm not strong enough to do without having the supernatural superpower helping me. The fat lady not only has sung, but she's at home with a glass of wine." she reasons. "And I get it. I'm useless as a mage because I keep losing my mentors, I'm useless fighting crime in GOtham because I keep on resorting to magic, and I'm useless as a socialite because my first instinct when someone makes fun of blue collar work is to reverse their rhinoplasty." she states, leaning on the horse that the hare's sitting on, looping one elbow over the mane.

    "Which Alfred informs me is considered pretty rude."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The Hare would pff,"C'mon, that's practically a civic duty. You've seen how far her nose goes, dat ting could knock a vase offa da wall if she's havin a tiff." The Hare seems in full agreement over. "And c'mon, Kiddo. We both know da way the game works. First, it's smarts. Namely, da lack of 'em." He would start by giving her a pep talk. The start of which.. might be a little confusing!

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe delivers a flat expression to the rabbit.

    "All... right. Lack of smarts. Which I feel is going to be a theme if I don't wake up soon."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The rabbit would pff, "What we don't know we can't do, we do. Igornace is a powerful thing. If ya don't realize ya can't do somethin, ya can go ahead and do it. Don't pay attention to dat sorta stuff. Just imagine da look on alla der faces when yer about to faceplant offa da side of the building, ya shrug and walk back 'an say ya don't know what dis gravity thing is." He would reassure her.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "This sounds a lot like 'throw yourself at the ground and miss'." Phoebe points out, and breathes out. "I still have to obey physics, Ears. I'm not a cartoon character. I'm... " she pauses, and she looks down at her hands.

    "Mostly human."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The Hare would grin, "Dats da ting. Mostly. Maybe even alla da way. But remember dere ain't no crater ya can't crawl back from. And I hate to say it, but Daf kinda has a point." He makes a 'Yoinks and Away' thhpt with his mouth.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe purses her lips, and raises her eyebrows at the grin and the thhpt. She's trying to be Serious Bat.

    Doesn't help when you're technically 'the baby bat'.

    Dams outranks her.

    "No, you're right. I've survived all of my bad days so far."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The Hare grins, "Remember, no matter what you are to dem, remember two tings. First.. Der a bunch of Maroons. Maroons 'an Yahoos. And yer a stinker. Da best of 'em. Ya get me kiddo?" The Hare goes to offer her up a very, very rare thing.
    Namely a carrot.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe accepts the carrot. She gives a salute with it, awkwardly, and looks at it.

    "Maroons and yahoos." she confirms, and looks back to the rabbit.

    "You sticking around in the aether or am I on my own once I wake up? Because, seriously, nothing's awkward about Mel Blanc-voices in my ear."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
The Hare would shrug, "Eh, I don't tink dat far ahead. Maybe will. Mebee won't. Guess dere's only one way ta see!" He would cheerfully wave over at Phoebe. "And watch da landing. It's da worst part of da fall. da sudden stop at the end. Try 'an miss it!"

Sage advise.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Well. Nice meeting you, Ears." Phoebe states. No, she is not going to call the rabbit by its actual name, because part of her thinks this is a mean nasty demonic trick.

    And the other half thinks that she's just completely lost it.

    So when she wakes up, its odd first of all because the broken-down merry-go-round has a bunch of pillows in lieu of her body having been cast to the side with the rest of the deitrus.

    And she feels a strange weight in her right hand.

    ... a large, fresh, cream pie in her right hand, in a tin pie tin.

    And she leans her head back and away, eyes wide, as she scans the pie for danger.

    "... Balm to the Cave... uh... I think I need to return. Immediately. Or need a pick up."

    She looks around for the carrot, just in case.

    "I just got a life lesson from a cartoon rabbit."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
There's really only one way to end this. We all know what it is.
    Pbh-Pbth-Pbhth That's All Folks!