14211/Strange Birdfellows

Strange Birdfellows
Date of Scene:	22 February 2023
Location:	E04 - Empty Dorm - Titan's Tower
Synopsis:	Tigra walks up in Dawn's body, and Hank discovers that it's not Dove that loves Hawk. Oh, and also, they should probably figure out a way to switch back.
Cast of Characters:	Hank Hall, Greer Grant

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Hank Hall has posed:
The night had started the same as any other for Hank and Dawn. Hank had slowly staggered back into Titans Tower after a long shift in his "day job" as a cop. He and Dawn had both filled each other in on their days, and then within short order they had both retired.

For Hank, it was an ordinary night with ordinary dreams. The sort that he barely remembered when he woke up. For Dawn, it was something else entirely...

Greer Grant has posed:
Dawn, of course, will be awakening elsewhere, with rather a fair bit to deal with. Dawn's -body- on the other hand, is waking up here, slowly as sleep tries to keep its hold on the body and the current occupant. Said occupant blearily fights it, and then with a THUMP jerks awake, blankets falling away and looks around in confusion and rising anxiety.

Hank Hall has posed:
The usually peaceful and serene Dawn doing _anything_ with a jerk like motion immediately rouses Hank. "Hey babe, you ok?" he asks, sitting up quickly and, as would be customary, reaches out to try to put a calming hand on her back.

Part of the powers bestowed upon them by the Lords of Chaos and Order, respectively - Hank's inherent anger is calmed by Dawn's presence, and Dawn's...well, Hank figures Dawn is pretty much perfect, so he does not know what she gets out of her part of things. But he tries to provide it nevertheless.

Greer Grant has posed:
The woman looks about, confused. She can't see in the early morning darkness, the world sounds muffled, what scents she can sense are foreign and ill-defined to her. It's not an unknown sensation to her, when she's in human form, but waking up she should be her natural self, the Tigra. She jerks away from the touch on her back, surprised by the presence of a stranger in her...well, someone's bedroom. She hasn't gone to sleep and woken up with a stranger in a very long time. She also manages to rather inelegantly fall out of the bed with her pulling away from Hank. "Ow! Dammit! What the hell's going on?" And now confusion ramps up into anxiety, because that is not her voice she hears.

Hank Hall has posed:
There is concern in the man's voice. "Dawn, what's wrong?" He swings over to lean over the side of the bed to look down at her on the floor. He remains in the bed for the moment, peering down curiously at her. But he does not seem to exhibit any confusion in any respect about why a strange woman in his bed. He just seems alarmed about her reaction, and genuinely worried about her well being.

Greer Grant has posed:
The woman looks down at herself, then holds a hand, looking at it, clearly not knowing it like the back of her hand. Both hands come up to feel at her face, and very briefly her bosom before she sits up straighter, starting to get a -little- calmer. "Who are you? Where am I? And who's Dawn, because whoever you are and wherever this is, I am not Dawn. I'm Tigra, and this is -not- my body."

Hank Hall has posed:
For the moment, Hank seems to consider this to be some kind of joke. He laughs a bit, watching her. "Well, if you're _Tigra_," he replies, slowly crawling towards the edge of the bed, a somewhat salacious expression on his face. "Then I suppose I shall be Lion-O, leader of the Thundercats." He waggles his eyebrows at her. "Do you want to see my Sword of Omens grow?"

Greer Grant has posed:
Okay. Well, she hoped she would be with someone who would at least be familiar with the supernormal. Obviously she's wound up in the life of a mundane couple with no experience of the fantastic. She glares at the man for a moment, and even as she does so, as she starts become a bit more attuned with the body she's in, she realizes that her senses are -not- dulled, not like she thought they were. the glare turns into a briefly thoughtful frown. Okay, maybe the man's a mundane blockhead, but the woman may be superhuman, and may have a secret ID. Need to handle this carefully. "I mean I'm Tigra, the -Avenger- and the last thing I want to see is your puny sword. I don't know who you are, and I'm not sure your 'babe' has good taste, but I'm not her, I'm just in her body."

Hank Hall has posed:
That was...not the response that Hank was expecting. "Uh." He takes a moment to process. He looks over the woman. He narrows one eye. And then the other. "You look an _awful_ lot like Dawn, though," he says after a moment. "But yeah, you are definitely not her." He leans forward a bit, peering at her a bit more closely. "But. I can feel that it's her body. So...you mind telling _me_ what's going on?"

He pulls a bit back from the bed, trying to not be as confrontational. "You're an Avenger?"

Greer Grant has posed:
Well, he's probably still a blockhead, but if he can 'feel' that she's not this 'Dawn' then maybe he's not entirely mundane. "If I knew what was going on, I almost certainly be here." She works on calming down a little bit, seeing his pulling back and reading it as de-escalatory in intent. "And it might be her body, because it's certainly not mine, but I don't think she's home right now, and I'm definitely not home." A firm nod before she carefully stands up, unsure of her balance in this body. "Tigra," she repeats. "I'm the one with the fur and tail. And the bikini. They always remember that."

Hank Hall has posed:
"Fair point," replies Hank. He slides off to his side of the bed and stands up. If he is a super, he certainly doesn't have his costume on. Or anything. At all.

"Ah, yes." He nods quickly. "I don't think we've worked together before. I'm ... " He thinks for a moment. She gave her made-up name, he should do the same. "Hawk." He walks around the bed towards her, extending his hand. "Of the Titans." He nods his head towards her. "And you currently look very much like my partner, Dove."

He takes a deep breath. "And you are _definitely_ in her body and not some illusion, because if her body wasn't here right now, I'd likely be going through the wall."

Greer Grant has posed:
Dawn's body is...wearing whatever Dawn wore to bed, or didn't wear to bed, as the case may be. It may be a stranger inside, but she doesn't seem bothered by Hank's lack of costume or anything. Else. A brief nod as he introduces himself. "Well, hawk, I hate to meet you like this." Whether she means in someone else's body or because of his nothing. At all. Is left to interpretation. She purses her lips in thought, and briefly glances over her shoulder. So weird, not feeling her tail twitching, when it most definitely should be right now. "What do you mean through the wall? Is this a Titans thing?"

Hank Hall has posed:
All things considered, Hank seems to be taking this remarkably calmly. Largely due to the fact that Dawn is, in many respects, like a walking benzodiazepine. At least for him. "Agreed, but glad you're an Avenger. That, oddly, makes me feel a bit better?" He thinks for a moment. "So if you're in Dove's body, does that mean she's in yours?" He scratches the side of his head. Then he laughs a bit. "Oh, uh, so you're a cat person, right? We're bird people, but we take it a bit literally?" He smiles. "I'm the angry one, she's the calm one. The only thing that keeps me from being angry is...well, having her around. So..." He pauses, and looks around before leaning over, lowering his voice. "As that other guy says, 'you wouldn't like me when Dawn isn't around'."

He walks over to a careless pile of clothes on his side of the bed and pulls on a pair of sweatpants. "Uh, Dove's stuff is over there." He points to an immaculately folded pile of clothing set off on a chair near the bed. Leggings and a tank-top.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra-in-Dawn steps over to the clothes. "Yep, I'm a cat person. I hope I don't get demerits for being on the bird side of that divide right now," she says, managing some humor under the circumstances. Leggings go on first, and then the tank top, a bit of tugging and pulling to get things settled more or less comfortably on this alien body. "She might be in mine, I think that's how it usually goes, in the stories and stuff anyway. Though, now that I think about it..." she frowns a little. "I think the 'other guy' was involved, and some magic also. So could be...anyone. Could have been completely random. I should try calling the Avengers. There's no telling who might be in my body." A brief pause. "Having her around. So you need her body nearby, to stay calm? How close?" She might not want to be around him, but it's not fair to him, and he didn't ask for this.

Hank Hall has posed:
"Oh, I'll give you a pass." Hank smiles genially at that before he goes to grab a t-shirt, throwing that on. "Well, if that's the case, we're in good shape. Or at least, better shape, I guess?" He pauses when she mentions the other guy, a frown forming on his face. "What 'other guy'?" She can _see_ the way his body tenses up in alarm. _Might_ have a bit of an over-protective streak going on here. "Yeah. Definitely a good idea to call in help. I haven't worked much with the Avengers, but I've run into a few of you before." He thinks quietly as she asks that question. "Uh. I mean..." He looks at her. "I want to say that _very_ close, but honestly as long as you're in the same city I should be good unless something happens to make me angry. Then..." He frowns. "I wasn't always like this. This power, it..." He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, and then letting it out. "It feeds on chaos and anger, so..."

Greer Grant has posed:
"The guy you don't want to see angry. There was a dream, and I was there, and others I knew." <oz> And you were there, and you were there. </oz> "The Hulk was there. Chasing a sorceress. I haven't seen my face---this body's face yet, but Dawn may have been there. But it wasn't a normal dream. I've been around the block enough to know when they're something more, and this was." She looks at him and then steps over, resting a hand on his arm. "I understand. I had problems when I first got powers. I'll do my best to not let it come to that for you."

Hank Hall has posed:
"Oh. That guy." Hank laughs. "Yeah, we kind of joke around here sometimes when I get into a bad mood, and I'm like "The Hank", but I don't turn green. So it's not quite the same." He considers her words about the dream, and nods. "Got it. Magical dream, presto chango. We need to call your body, and see if Dove answers, then." He smiles warmly at her as she rests a hand on his arm, and he does seem to be a bit reassured. "Thanks. I appreciate it." He pauses for a moment, looking at her. Thinking. "Ok, this is going to sound really weird, and I promise, there is a reason why I am asking."

He looks at her very intently, gazing into her eyes. "Do you feel like you're in love with me?"

Greer Grant has posed:
An eyebrow goes up briefly. The Hank, huh? She makes a mental note of that. "Exactly. And if not my body at least the Avengers, to start unraveling this...mess." She notices the effect her hand, and then tenses up a bit as he gives a warning about a question. That never presages anything good. She returns the gaze, making herself think about the question, rather than answering in a knee jerk way. "I don't think so," she says, after a moment. "There's an...attraction, a draw. Not animal magnetism, but kind of similar? I'm more comfortable right now than I would expect to be, even after the way I woke up." Another pause. "In love, though? No, I don't feel that."

Hank Hall has posed:
It would appear that, somehow, that is the right answer. Hank's face lights up with a broad smile and he reaches out to grab Green in Dawn's body into a firm hug. "You don't love me!" he says, entirely too excited based around how those words should parse out.

Then as if aware that he has suddenly grabbed someone who is not _really_ Dawn, he drops the hug and steps back. "Sorry, I know that sounds weird, but..." He sighs. "Ok. How do we call the Avengers?"

Greer Grant has posed:
That's a surprising reaction, to be sure. Joy at hearing those words. The hug takes her by surprise and reflexively she begins to return it, but then steps away almost as soon as he does, looking bot amused and confused. "Considering I woke up in someone else's body, strange is relative right now. And there's a couple of priority numbers I can try. Let's start with that."