13834/An Uneventful Friday the 13th

An Uneventful Friday the 13th
Date of Scene:	14 January 2023
Location:	Avengers Mansion - First Floor
Synopsis:	Nothing gets blown up!
Cast of Characters:	Clea, T'Challa, Janet van Dyne

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Clea has posed:
Clea's not a stranger to the realms of the weird, it's a given where she is from. Currently it is Friday the 13th. One of those days that humans have come to enjoy. And there is that guy with the hockey mask that kills people on some TV's today. The white haired woman had been out for a few needed supplies and was just arriving back to the house with bags in hand.

She's not too sure who all comes and goes from Avenger's Mansion, but she's still getting used to settling in, so she tries not to make too much noise as she closes the door behind her and starts to take stock of making sure she's gotten everything.

T'Challa has posed:
Walking down the stairs on the second floor a well dressed T'Challa this time his black suit with gold designs along the colar and down the middle where the black buttons met. His nice designer black pants, and shiny black shoes showed he put great effort into keeping his look prestine. Next to him is Okoye, dressed in a red armor like outfit with gold bands, and black pants. They are speaking Xhosa, but talking about his security habits about going to random soccor games. Finally in english T'Challa will say quietly "Alright.. I understand enough for now. Check the embasy, and get me an address I will get it back. Now go." and heads down the rest of the way.

Okoye would pass Clea with a smile, and a nod though not say anything as they are on orders from the king quietly leaving and heading out, as T'Challa approaches. "Do you need a hand?" he asks, his accent still thick despite how much time he spent in New York. Though he doesn't actually move to help unless she says yes.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
The elevators door open, and the hiss-woosh of air from Janet van Dyne debarking suggests she's been down in the security floors under the mansion. She's got two Federal agents in tow; one from the FBI, another from the DEA, and scribbles something on a clipboard before handing it to the one bringing up the rear.

"Just make sure you call in the DEO if your people get wind of alien weapons," Janet says to the FBI agent. "If there's as much firepower as we think, it's not something you want a couple newbie field agents to deal with."

The conversation's clearly concluded as the two Feds take their leave, and Janet focuses on Clea. A beaming smile pastes across her face and she starts towards the mystic. "Clea, how nice to see you," she declares. Unlike the suited agents, Janet's dressed to kill as usual; a black miniskirt with horizontal pleats, fire-red stiletto pumps, and a flowing blouse of red silk left casually unbuttoned past her bare sternum.

She flashes a warm smile at T'challa and stops at the table where Clea's unloading her bags, balancing on it with her fingertips and shamelessly snooping through the provender with her free hand. "You know we've got people who'll do the shopping, right?" she inquires of the duo. "And a company Doordash account if you need groceries."

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a look up when she hears voices and there is a smile to Okoye when she starts to leave. Then there is a look to T'Challa and a dip of her head to the man, "Your Highness." she greets him. "And no, I'm alright. It's just art supplies." she tells him. Things don't seem to be heavy either. "Thank you for the offer though." she tells him. She's not dressed for the Winter, but that's because her species doesn't feel the cold or heat as much as other species.

There is a smile given to Janet when she sees her as well, "Janet, good to see you as well." she tells her. Then there is a soft chuckle, "I felt like going out was all. Needed to get some things and I wasn't wanting the delivery people crying over which shade of purple I wanted." she states.

"How is the day going for the two of you? Busy busy?" she asks.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa looks up, and over at Janet and the agents though he doesn't say anything else while they are walking by he eyes them suspisiously making sure he will remember them if he sees them. Some old habbits died hard, but as they leave a smile crosses his face. "It looks like you are keeping busy." he looks at Janet, "Alien Tech?" hw lifts an eyebrow, as of course he knew they existed, and they were only a world as space was vast, but they usually kept that tech locked down. Of course he wasn't to pry it just sounded interesting. He does sigh a bit though as he looks at Clea, "We are not in Wakanda, nor the embassy.. It is okay to call me T'Challa." and he gives a smile listening to what is being carried.

He does stop "There should still be a couple of stakes. I cooked them myself, but it is first come first serve." he ends with a chuckle as he decides to look for a chair to which to sit. "And it goes well though it seems Gothams girls soccor team is not even immune to their antics. And a wierd facination for large fingers of foam."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Also, it's 'Majesty'," Janet tells Clea with a theatrical aside. "'Highness' is for Princes and Princesses." She bobs her brows knowingly at Clea and then flashes a grin at T'challa. "But we appreciate your patience with us Westerners. Well, me, anyway. Clea doesn't count," she amends. After all, Clea's not even *from* Earth.

Janet through the bags and finds only gummy bears. The socialite makes a face and pushes off the table to head to the fridge and digs out a container of chocolate gelato. "What is it with you two and all the domesticity?" Janet queries T'challa and Clea. "T'challa, you've got more money than God, and Clea you have access to the Avenger's slush fund. What's the point of--" she struggles with the ice cream. "--urf! Having money if you don't use it for fun?"

Janet tries again to open the container but gives up pretty quickly. Instead she flashes puppy eyes at T'challa and holds the container out towards him in a silent request for aid.

Clea has posed:
"T'Challa then." Clea smiles to that. "I tried to go with manners first. And I still got it wrong." she muses to that. "Steak sounds like a wonderful idea, I might see about partaking before returning to my room." she states. The Janet corrects her and there's a bit of a nod from the white haired woman, "You'd think I'd know that, maybe I'm losing my touch with all the things royalty is called here." she muses to that.

"I guess I've never had domesticity and it's just me trying to see what it's all about?" she states to Janet. "What is a slush fund?" she asks in a whisper to T'Challa.

"Painting is fun for me. But what does one do for fun? I'm sure everyone has their different things. What do you two tend to do?" she asks her fellow Avengers.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa smiles a bit at Janet as he was used to being addressed that way by now as even people on the street called him that at times. "At least she didn't bow." he answers Janet with a light chuckle, and finds one of the open seats to sit on. "I take as people willing to go a little out of their way to cooperate with a stranger. So therefore a compliment." he nods a bit to her on that as he is already up again stopping only to grab a spoon, as he sees Janet struggling. He approaches, "There was a transfer student from Wakanda there." he explains as he holds his hand out to take the container already knowing he would be able to stand against the puppy eyes. "Somethings are priceless." he yanks the top off, and looks at Janet a bit surprised then chuckles shaking his head he hands it back to her, with the spoon he had taken earlier.

Turning to look at Clea, he nods, "I sauted it in spices from my home, and grilled them so please enjoy." he nods to the Fridge as he actually liked cooking though he often did not get the time for it. "And it is good to explore different things, though." he stops to think about it. "Ah.. I have seen these. A drink of ice, and sugar." he nods with a grin as he had discovered slushies reciently though he knows the difference.

Finally he takes a step back to lean against the wall, "Ah a painter! I am usually busy, but I hunt on the plains. No weapon, only me and the beast." he smiles a bit, "We both usually walk away most fights in the animal kingdom are not to the death." he nods a bit to that, "It is just freeing to the soul."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet beams approvingly at T'challa's courteous behavior. The socialite hooks a barstool out with the toe of her designer heels and clambers nimbly up onto it. There's a little fussing with her skirt to tuck it under her thighs as she neatly crosses her legs, and then she starts digging into the ice cream T'challa had opened for her.

"What is this, a social mixer?" Janet asks Clea, wrinkling her nose. "Maybe we should get nametags with 'Hello, My Name is _____'--" she punctuates the statement with a gesture near her left collarbone.

"And for the record, hunting doesn't count as relaxation," Janet tells T'challa, pointing her spoon at him. "You have to be, y'know. RELAXING."

Clea has posed:
Clea's just going about things and listening. There's a bit of a chuckle when T'Challa mentions that she didn't bow, "I wasn't sure if we did that or not." she tells them. "Either way, it's been corrected." she nods to that. She's rather quiet most of the time, so it's not very out of character for her. "Thank you, that sounds lovely, T'Challa. I might take it upstairs if that doesn't offend." she chuckles to that.

"Not a very talented painter. I just tend to doodle and things. Whatever comes to mind in the moment." she explains. Then she looks to Janet, "Ahhh, I don't think it is? I was just asking a question really." the woman states.

There is an amused chuckle, "Hunting seems like it would be something that indeed needed to keep you alert and on your toes." she nods to this as she moves to the fridge to plate up a steak.

T'Challa has posed:
As T'Challa listens to the others quietly and though he smiles a bit at the idea of nametages, "If you think your majesty is bad wait till you hear people try to pronounce my name from this tag." and chuckles a bit at that. Though he thinks about what Janet is talking about though he views it a bit differently. "on the trail, not having anyone around for miles.. I do not know how much more relaxed one can get?" and smiles a bit. "Perhaps I will take you sometime." he offers to Janet, "I am sure any beast we come across will be little match for you." and nods, "Unless they are ice-cream releated of course."

Finally he nods to Clea, "Please take as much as you like. I made it for the house, but if you feel like you owe me anything... How bout you show me your art later?" he nods to the supplies, "I am always intrested in seeing creativity in all its forms, and when it comes to hunting..." he stops thinking about how to describe it. "When you connect with the trail, and are out there following it across the plains sometimes for days." he nods, "It centers you, as well as hardens, though I have difficulty explaining in english.. I am sorry." he nods to Janet, "But the point is the same, We all have our hobbies. It is good to be able to put your thoughts on paper like that."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Hard pass, I make a point of not vacationing in places where I might be eaten," Janet tells T'challa, and shakes her head firmly in the negative. "But good luck with that." She punctuates the statement with an imperious wave of her spoon through the air.

She takes a few more bites of the ice cream, then caps the container back off and tosses the spoon into the sink from six feet away. It noisily clatters around and Janet puts the ice cream back into the freezer. "If you need some paint, come talk to me," Janet bids Clea. "I've got some old Winsor & Newton oil paints and brushes somewhere. You're welcome to them," she offers. "And I think Steve left some charcoal pencils in the rec room upstairs, and I am one hundred percent sure I won't report you if you steal them. I don't think he'd miss them at this point anyway, they were a gift from me last year." She smiles frostily and wipes her fingertips on a damp paper towel to clean the smudges off. "Anyway, that's -my- break time. I've got to get back to work. World won't conquer itself," she quips, and wiggles fingers over her shoulder on her way out.