13383/Working the day (night) job!

Working the day (night) job!
Date of Scene:	17 November 2022
Location:	Joe's Restaurant and Cafe
Synopsis:	Caleb and Ariah stop by at the Diner and get some food served by Sunny!
Cast of Characters:	Sunny Harlow, Caleb Dykstra, Ariah Olivie

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Sunny Harlow has posed:
Late evening in Happy Harbor, but at the 24/7 Diner? Well, people would still come through for a meal, a coffee or at least a place to sit. Whatever their reason the special, the pie, both were quite popular with people at any time...but for now, things were mostly quiet...which was rather frustrating for Sunny given she'd spent a good portion of the day studying, a good portion of it doing the whole 'Caped hero' thing...and now here she was in an apron sitting and doodling in a notebook while she awaiting customers to come in.

It was going to be a long night!

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
And to Caleb, it already feels like a long night! His 'boss' had ordered him to make a delivery to some nearby place. The contents of that delivery? It was well implied that it was a lot of 'don't ask', so he really just brought it over to a nearby place, where it was picked up and he'd never see or hear from it again - perhaps for the best.

But, now that that was over with, he could relax a bit, get something to eat before going back to Gotham...

And just around the corner, he spots a diner. Smiling to himself, he approaches and steps in. He looks around to take in the mood of the place.

That's when he spots the waitress, doodling on her sketchpad. He approaches, nodding. "Evening."

Sunny Harlow has posed:
A quick spring to her feet, Sunny actually looks a little flushed for a moment, embarassed perhaps to have been cought off-guard. Still, a smile was pushed and she folds her hands in front of her. "Hi! Welcome! Take a seat wherever you like. Can I get you some coffee? Something else to drink?"

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Some coffee sounds nice", Caleb says, looking visibly tired. He holds back a yawn. "And, uhm... What've you got to eat?" He looks at the sign. "I read something about pie...?"

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"Sure, Apple if you're a traditionalist, even a peach one if you're more inclined to that sort of taste." The jug retrieved, Caleb would find coffee swiftly poured before she offers out a menu to him. "Anything otherwise might take a minute or two, but the desserts are mostly ready to go."

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Apple sounds fine", he says as he takes the seat. As the waitress pours the coffee, he looks at the name tag. "Thank you... Sunny!" He smiles brightly. "Diner waitresses are truly the life-savers of the tired common folk, you know?" He takes the mug up to his nose, as if to smell how much 'punch' it packs.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
At this hour? The pot she'd gone for was a little more potent. Call it an assumption...or maybe she'd needed some too to kep herself awake. His comment brings a laugh and a smile, the blonde shrugging her shoulders. "Oh, without anyone to serve, we're stuggling to stay awake too, believe me!"

With that and a grin, she turns and heads to retrieve said promised pie.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Oh, I'll bet!", he says. "I'm Caleb, by the way." He looks at the notebook Sunny was doodling on. "I noticed you were sketching when I entered. You meaning to go into drawing, eventually?"

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"Sunny!" she calls back as she reenters, the pie in hand and a gin on her face. Of course, the sketch pad if he actually took a look at it seemed to have...clothing? Sketches of figures modeling outfits that might be considered activewear or bordering in superhero costumes. At least before she flipped the page over with a nervous laugh. "Oh, just...ideas. It's a school thing."

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
The sketches do catch his eye, and he replies, "So, let me guess... You into modeling?" He takes the pie, and cuts a piece of it with the fork provided. "That seemed like some new clothing style. They were good, in my opinion. Keep it up."

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"Modeling?" she repeats, a little laugh and a light flush to her cheeks. "Oh heck no, I just wait tables. I'm doing design and fashion for some credits at ESU." Drawing back to the counter, a mug was retrieved for herself and she began to pour herself a coffee, a little expression clearly questioning if he minded while she spoke again. "What about you Caleb? What do you do for a living?"

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"That's what I meant, fashion design. Words fail me, sometimes. But..." He tries to recall, "ESU. That's... Empire State University, right?", he asks in doubt. Clarifying, "Sorry, I'm from another city entirely: Gotham."

"Well, I'm an apprentice mechanic, working at my dad's garage, moonlighting as a delivery boy." The last part is finished in something of a bleak tone. Now, more cheerfully, "But I also work in restoring and tinkering wares. And I hope to branch out a little... Should I find the time, that is."

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"Yeah, pretty much," Sunny nods, her confirmation given as she offers the last of the order and then moves to retrieve a small coffee mug for herself and begin to pour. Sure she could work, but that didn't mean she wasn't able to keep herself comfrotably caffinated to keep working, right?

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"So", Caleb explains, "in case you ever need something repaired or restored, here's a card", which he puts on the table for Sunny to collect when she comes back to collect his plate and coffee mug.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    Whatever cold, awful hour it is for poor Sunny's night shift, there's always someone needing a bite to eat or a hot cup of coffee or even just a place to warm up for a spell. Tonight is no different, and in walks... well, to Sunny, a familiar face. To others, the stranger looks to be rather androgynous. Given the proximity to Happy Harbor High School, one could be forgiven for thinking the individual who walks in is some teenage boy.

    A teenage boy in a black leather jacket, worn jeans, and heavy boots. Some short punk what 'borrowed' daddy's car for a night out. The white sedan out in the lot wasn't there five minutes ago. But, regardless of who or what this white-haired person is, they stand just inside, looking around with hands stuffed in pockets, not having the bold-faced audacity to just grab whatever table.

    Though, those mismatched silver and purple eyes are certainly different.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
A meaningful little look from Sunny, the girl tilts her head to the side. "I uh...don't really have a car but...I'm sure the owner here could use a hand with repairing things now and then." A little shift from Sunny and she tilts her head to the side, setting down her mug and moving to collect Caleb's own dishes before flashing a smile. "Will that be all or did you want to look at our sweets menu?"

It was then that the white-haired new arrival makes their presence known and Sunny looks up, already flashing a smile. "Hi there! Welcome to Joe's! Take a seat anywhere you like and-..." she pauses, seeming to recognize Ariah given the smile.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb considers, "Yeah, sure... Why not splurge a little bit?" It is his last meal before he hits the sack, after all. "So, got any prospects once you're out of col...?" Somebody else comes in, and he looks at the new arrival, studying her. It almost looks like he's on his guard, as if looking for any signs of trouble - like potential gangbangers coming after him in a demonstration of force. "You got a new customer, it seems." And he watches the interaction, now.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    Those hands slip out of jacket pockets and they're not holding anything. Ariah doesn't really appear to be carrying anything. If there's a cell phone or a wallet, it's probably all hidden within one of the jacket's inner pockets. She focuses her gaze on Sunny and nods to her, expression staying neutral. For the time being, she remains silent and finds her way to a seat that's not far from Caleb--nor does she keep her back to him.

    Outside, though, there's no.. gathering of punks. Or. Gathering of anything, really. It's dark. And Staten Island isn't exactly known for its booming nightlife. Whomever the white-haired stranger is, hell isn't likely to follow. Not tonight, anyway. She settles into the booth and closes her eyes for now, just letting the warmth of the indoors sink into her from all sides.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
     Neutral tension or caution doesn't seem to do anything to numb Sunny's...well demeanor matching her namesake. A menu offered to Ariah out of habit as much as anything else, she does however move off to find herself the electric kettle and start working on boiling up a mug of tea.

Offered lightly to the woman with the white hair she begins before coming back to Caleb. "Mostly just doodles on the page. I mean, it'd be neat to work for a label."

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Or you could freelance it on the web. I mean, patreon and stuff", Caleb says. He begins to skim over the menu. "Start by putting your work out there first, and see how people like it. You'd just have to be patient; success doesn't come over night... Sometimes, if ever, so no quitting your day job." He looks at Ariah, and he offers a small smile with a wave with a mouthed, silent 'hi'. In his eye view, just a friendly customer.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    Maybe it's luck, but the moment Caleb's fingers lift to wave at Ariah, her eyes abruptly open and she blinks at him. Owlish, blank expression, then she focuses her gaze on Sunny as the menu is handed off. "Merci," she finally speaks, voice cold and quiet, just the single word in French.

    Still, Caleb seems friendly enough, and the smile cast in her direction is returned with a polite nod. A polite nod before she opens the menu and starts to peruse it. She's really only been here twice so far, so she doesn't exactly have a 'usual' to ask for. At least, one that's on the menu. Still, the tea is a good start, and she'll likely have something differnt than what she had last time!

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"A friend of mine suggested Cosplay actually," Sunny offers, the blonde with her hair tied back in that little ribbon moving about to retrieve the mug of tea for Ariah. Perhaps the other woman was a regular? Or the order just stuck with the waitress! Whatever the answer the cream was added and she beverage offered to the French woman as she browsed.

Sunny moves onwards, coming to lean her behind on the counter. "I mean, I'm only just starting out."

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb 'ooohs!' at the mention of cosplay, "Cosplay... I got my hands on that, actually - a tiny bit, that is." He explains, "In Halloween, for my kid sister. She wanted to dress like one of Gotham's finest, so I got her a Batman costume." He shakes his head, "It was fun making it, but the lack of detail led to a lot of improvisation." That's what happens when you get a hero that's all about stealth and shadows and dark corners: a concept. He chuckles at the memory, "Thing is, originally she wanted the Power Girl costume. It was met back home with a universal, resounding 'no'."

He looks at the silent customer, "Visiting from France, I suppose?"

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    "Merci," comes that word again, Ariah glancing up at Sunny. When she reaches out to take the mug, she gently touches the blonde's wrist and gives it a gentle squeeze. Affection? Greeting? Either way, it's brief, a nod is given, and she returns to her study of the menu. For the moment she seems to have settled on the sandwiches section and considers her options for the meal. She pulls the creamed tea closer to her, though, and adds a little sugar to it before lifting it to her lips. Darkly painted lips, at that.

    A slow sip and then a glance back to Caleb, her head tilting again. She takes a moment, as if in thought, before finally responding. Did she have to parse the English and come up with the proper response? Is she lying through her teeth? Whatever the truth of the matter, she gives a very slow nod, "...exchange student. Extended visa. Drama studies at NYU." Her accent is thick and potentially difficult to understand, and her eyes sweep back over towards Sunny.

    "You would look good in cosplay," she states, her tone simple and matter-of-fact.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
A little laugh at that, Sunny nods her head and shrugs her shoulders. "For last halloween I did make a costume of 'Sailor Venus' from a cartoon I enjoy," she offers lightly, reaching down into her apron and digging out her phone to see if she can retrieve photos. "Let me know what you want to order," she offers Caleb lightly before Ariah's comment brings a smile, the same one the wrist squeeze would do. "I tried to do Captain Marvel but...didn't quite finish it in time. Those leather suits with different colors take more work!"

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"You know, I think I'll have another piece of that pie", Caleb says, "And a couple more slices to go. I think my sis deserves a treat." He ponders. "Why not use some spandex instead? It's much lighter, more fitting, and easier to stich." Looks like he also knows one or two things about the subject himself.

He looks back to Ariah, "So, you're studying to become an actress... Planning on going Indie or Hollywood?"

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    "Turkey club sandwich, please, with fries and a side salad," Ariah speaks up when the mention of orders come up. She closes the menu and slides it to the side, taking a moment to see if she can get a look at the pictures Sunny is pulling up on her phone. "Hero outfits are difficult," she states simply, "It is good that I am not prone to wearing one. Or hero-ing. There are enough heroes in this city." A small shrug and she sips her tea.

    "You look amazing, ma chere," she replies to Sunny, then looks to Caleb. She fishes a flyer out of her jacket and unfolds it, sliding out of her seat to deliver it to him. It's the Gotham film production of Count of Monte Cristo. "I am in the middle of filming this," she says as an answer, moving back to her table. "...female lead. Mercedes. It was not my intent to do so, I had only auditioned to play music, but..."

    There's a small shrug as she settles in again, "...mistakes were made and they liked how I sing..." she says quietly. All this time, her voice has been cold and quiet, icy and subdued.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"Coming right up!" she offers softly before moving back towards the kitchen to retrieve the other slices. A little pottering around and she'll come back with pie plated and boxed balanced in each hand.

A little pondering on her features, she shrugs her shoulders at the comment about the material. "I wanted something that looked cool and authentic."

Still Ariah's comment brings a little flush before she offers a nod of her head. "I don't know how Supergirl does it. I guess they must have super bullet-proof suits and underwear and stuff. I'd hate to run around like that in skirts."

"Count of Monte Cristo," she tilts her head at that. "I think I read that one, it's super long!"

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb Dykstra reads the card, "In Gotham, eh?" He nods, "Cool, I'm from there, myself." He frowns slightly at Ariah's comment. 'Not prone to hero-ing'. It's funny how you she put it. "Is there something like occasional 'hero-ing' that you've done, Miss?" He looks back to Sunny, and at the pictures she shared, "Okay, the first one might not have tuched the Sailor Venus much, because 'magical girl' type or not, the 'schoolgirl uniform' is commonplace throughout multiple manga." He looks at the second picture, "Yeah, now it looks more like it." He looks at the Captain Marvel one, and blinks, "Nice!" He shrugs, "Wardrobe malfunctions must happen all the way up in the air, where the jet streams are more defying for those fabrics", he jests, though not without a sense of quasi-professionalism.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    "Non," the small woman says quietly. "I am not a hero." There's no vehement denial that suggests that maybe she is one but trying to keep it on the downlow. No, it's just a straight, matter-of-fact answer to a simple question. She nods at the two of them mentioning the film, though, as she sips at her tea.

    "Oui, it is mid-filming. It has taken up a lot of my time, but it has been pleasant. A new experience and I enjoy new experiences. I do not think I will seek our further filming opportunities so soon after, however. My real passions are art and history." A lot of words, spoken in short succession, and then simply back to silence as she nurses her tea, awaiting her ... dinner? Breakfast? Lunch?

    Whatever it might be, those mismatched eyes of hers drift back to Sunny on the regular, openly following the blonde with her gaze. She's not exactly ogling or leering but it's impossible to miss that she's got some sort of admiration for the other girl.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"You seem awfully expert on the subject," she muses softly before coming with a grin before she moves to bring Ariah her own meal before she comes to settle herself back with her drink. She doesn't question Caleb further, seemingly finding it entertaining. Still, she comes to settle on one of those stools, knees together and sipping her drink. "But yeah, I'm here for another hour."