14465/Oh Yeah We're 'Sneaking'!

Oh Yeah We're 'Sneaking'!
Date of Scene:	21 March 2023
Location:	Carl Shurz Park
Synopsis:	Clea and Bruce sneak out to look at flowers and try to take a breather.
Cast of Characters:	Clea, Bruce Banner

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Clea has posed:
Clea had found her way down to the labs to see about sneaking Bruce out of the mansion on a top secret mission.

Operation: Flower Oogling was a go.

Given Clea's raising in the Dark Dimension things like flowers were not plentiful there and she'd gained a certain fondness for them since she'd lived on Earth. She'd just never been in a position to have her own garden or anything like that. "It's the Spring Solstice." she explains. "I figured with the first day of Spring that it would be good to get out and see the flowers blooming and things." she tells the Doctor.

"Plus it gets /you/ out of the lab and fresh air helps." she grins to that.

Bruce Banner has posed:
"You know there are 17 different types of pollens just in this garden alone," replies Bruce as he glances around at the flowers, trailing along with Clea. "And that's assuming that none of these are hybrids or mutants, just based around the standard varieties." He looks to her. "Do they have allergies where you come from?" He pauses. "Could Earth pollen _kill_ you the way Earth germs killed the aliens from War of the Worlds?" Despite having spent plenty of time talking to Clea, he still was somewhat clueless about the dark dimension.

Clea has posed:
Clea looks a bit worried when he brings up the number of different pollens, "Are you allergic to any of these?" she asks him as she motions with a delicate looking hand to them. "If so I apologize for bringing you here." she tells him. Then there is a smile, "I haven't found anything like pollen or other things that hurt me. I tend to be pretty hardy against poisons and such." she admits.

"What is War of the Worlds?" she asks him as she walks along with him. She's actually letting her feet touch the ground today. Probably so she doesn't draw too much attention to them.

Bruce Banner has posed:
"Oh, no, I'm not allergic to anything." Bruce taps his arm. "Gamma blood. For some reason, can't penetrate it." He laughs quietly. "Otherwise, we'd be sneezing until the Hulk showed up, and no one wants that." He considers her for a moment and then nods along. "Good to know." A pause. "Does that mean you can't drink alcohol and get a buzz?"

Bruce grins. "Ah, War of the Worlds was a classic novel of late 19th century literature. Earth was invaded by these beastly machines from another world, and they terrorized the planet. But the twist at the end was that when the machines opened up, the aliens inside were killed by bacteria, because they hadn't developed a counter to the Earth's illnesses." He looks at Clea. "It's been made into a few films, and most notably, a radio drama once was so convincing it made people believe that they were real."

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a smile to him, "I'll make a note of that." she tells him. Then there is a bit of an eyebrow quirk to him at his comment on the Hulk, "Maybe he likes flowers?" she teases him gently. "And no, alcohol doesn't really effect me. I think I'd need Asgardian mead or something made for the gods." she muses to that.

She listens to him speak on the War of the Worlds and there's an 'ah', "That sounds like it would have been a bit scary for people hearing it on the radio." she admits. "Is it one of your favorites?" she asks him curiously.

Bruce Banner has posed:
"Pretty sure he doesn't," replies Bruce, almost dismissively. "There was one time, the Rose Bowl Parade..." He shakes his head. "Was not a pretty sight. He treated all of the floats as pinatas, as if he knew what were pinatas were." He considers her response and ultimately nods. "There's probably some of that hidden away in the mansion for when Thor wants to get plastered."

"Yeah. There was a real panic in the streets." He shakes his head a bit. "No, not even my favorite HG Wells book. He wrote all kinds of stories, usually along the lines of scientists getting what they deserved." He grins. "My favorite, back in the day, was The Invisible Man." He sighs. "Now I'm just the Lonely Man." He starts whistling a quiet tune.

Clea has posed:
Clea listens to him quietly with a smile on her face, she was just happy to be out. She doesn't bring up Hulk again, because she doesn't want to upset him any. "Oh I think I will leave Thor's drinks alone. So when he returns he can get good and drunk." she chuckles to that.

"Oh, is the Invisible Man referring to one of the old black and white Universal horror movies?" she asks him. "You don't have to be lonely, Bruce. I'm happy to spend time with you and others are as well probably." she points out.

Bruce Banner has posed:
"Drunk Thor is fun, unless he starts trying to 'make it rain'." Bruce makes a face about that. "But usually, it's a good time." He thinks for a moment. "I wonder if the Hulk could get drunk on that stuff. And if so, what he would be like?"

He nods in answer. "The book the movie was based on, yeah. Clearly, it became a horror film, but those are the best kind of films." He reflects on her comment for a moment, and smiles at her. "I appreciate that. I was just trying to ... " He was going to say make a pun, but the truth is, that is the truth. "Not too many want to chance being around me if I turn, Clea."

Clea has posed:
Clea laughs at the image of Drunk Thor trying to make it rain, "I'm sure that the kids love that sort of thing." she tells him. "Hmm. Maybe the next time he's out I'll see if he's distracted by really strong booze." she states.

"I've seen a couple of those, I hear Dracula is really good, but haven't seen it." she comments. "I'm not afraid of you turning into the Hulk, Bruce." she explains to him. "Not like we had the best introductions, but...I'm not scared of him. Which I'm sure pisses him off." she shrugs.

Bruce Banner has posed:
"Oh, yeah, until he forgets himself and starts bringing down the thunder." Bruce grins a bit at this. "Yeah. I think that's a good plan. He'll like that." He starts to wonder if this is the reason why he'll go to Hell.

Eyebrows arch as Clea confesses this. "You haven't seen Dracula? He's _the best_." Bruce shakes his head. "Ok, you and I, movie night. I am going to introduce you to that and whatever other scary movies you want." He seems insistent now. "Oh, don't worry. Everyone and everything pisses him off. That's his whole deal."

Clea has posed:
Clea looks to Bruce, "No, I've not seen Dracula. I know Bela Lugosi is amazing though." she admits. "Being the Sorceress Supreme and ruler of a dimension kind of cut into movie watching time. Plus trying to fight to regain it has not really left me free time." she tells him.

"I'd be happy to have a movie night. We could watch all of the old Universal monster movies." she nods to that. There's a bit of a look to him, "Maybe he'll find something that only slightly pisses him off." she muses.

Bruce Banner has posed:
"How do you know Bela Lugosi but not Dracula?" Bruce peers at Clea. "Certainly not Plan 9 from Outer Space?!?!" He shakes his head. "Is there anything I can do to help? Or the Hulk?" He laughs. "Maybe drop the Hulk in with your enemies, and let him do what he does best."

He nods in agreement. "We can curl up in jammies with popcorn, and do it old school!" He grins, and then laughs at her. "I'm not sure there is really anything that only slightly pisses him off. He is a real all or nothing type."

Clea has posed:
"He was in the Wolfman as one of the Romani. I saw him in that, but didn't catch Dracula. Plus he had a rather sad story of a life. He died penniless and a drug addict. I just...there's so much despair in humans." she frowns at that. She shakes her head, "It's my fight, Bruce. I'm not going to involve you or the Hulk. He's not some random bomb to drop on people." she points out gently.

There's a grin, "We're going to have a sleepover?" she asks him. "I don't think I can braid your hair." she teases him gently.

Bruce Banner has posed:
"Yeah. We don't treat our heroes particularly well. At least, not back then." Bruce looks down at the ground and sighs. "A lot of those folks, visionaries, they got abused and used and discarded." He glances over at Clea, and nods. "That was more tongue in cheek, but maybe I could help. I mean, sure, we don't know magic here, but they don't know _science_ there, right?"

Something about that question makes Bruce's cheeks pink a little bit. "Yeah, it could be a sleepover if you wanted." He looks at her hair, and then back to her. "Well, I could braid yours, if you wanted."

Clea has posed:
Clea doesn't comment on the treatment of their heroes. She was sure that people felt guilty enough when it came to that. "We know some sciences, but...I don't want to risk my Uncle getting a hold of you. There's just too many horrors he can put you through, Bruce." she tells him with a knowing look. "Maybe after I win back the dimension then we can see about sharing science." she tells him.

When he blushes there is a smile, "I promise I will not wear anything risque." she tells him. When he offers to braid her hair there is a soft look given to him, "I've not had anyone braid my hair in a very long time. I'd be happy if you know how." she states in a quiet tone.

Bruce Banner has posed:
"You think there are any horrors I can be put through worse than sharing a body with the Hulk?" Bruce shakes his head. "I'm stronger than you think, Clea. And you never know what I might find or figure out." He seems dissatisfied with her response, but is not about to push it.

At that promise, he laughs. "That's half the fun, though." he teases back, before considering her statement. Eventually, he nods. "I do. I figured it out somewhere along the way." He smiles. "Although, honestly, you could probably have plenty of people do it who would do much better than I would."

Clea has posed:
Clea stares at Bruce for a moment, "I'm not going to get in a back and forth of what the bigger trauma is." she tells him quietly. Leaving it at that. She wasn't arguing over it. Nor did she want to tell him what Dormammu could do to him that would be so unpleasant. "I haven't questioned your strength. I just know that I would not want you to have to go through things. I care for you." she tells him.

"Well, practice makes perfect. If you want to test out your memory it's the least I can do." she grins. "Should I order any sort of candy or anything for you?" she asks him.

Bruce Banner has posed:
There is a moment where it appears that Bruce is going to argue with Clea. In the face of her last statement, he cannot, however. "Fine," he says, although it does not appear fully settled. Perhaps he is just relenting for now.

"Of course. It's a service to me." Bruce smiles. "Oh, popcorn is enough." A pause. "Unless you have never had gummy bears."

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a quirk of her eyebrow to him, "You wanna fight about it?" she asks him curiously. Another look to him, "Service? I mean, I can pay you for it if you like." she gives a grin to that.

There is a bit of a head tilt, "I have heard of gummy bears...but never had them. I'll make sure to get some." she states. Then she spies a flower vendor, "Lets get some flowers." she tells him as she heads that way.

Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce's face sours at that. "No, I have no interest in fighting you. I'll relent, if that's what we're looking at." He returns her grin on the second point. "We'll see."

He nods with a bit of excitement. "So, yeah, gummy bears. We should definitely we make sure we have them. You need to experience them." He nods along in agreement, turning to follow with her. "If you find some you like, I'll get them for you. It'd be my pleasure."

Clea has posed:
Clea gives a bit of an apologetic look to him, "No, I don't want to fight you and I definitely don't want you to relent to me." she tells him seriously. "I..." she sighs, "It was a bit of a joke, but my humor is a bit off." she admits.

"Gummy bears will be had then. I'll make sure of it." she grins to that. There's a look to him, then back to the flowers as she picks some out. Violets. Because that was a surprise. "Roses are a bit overly priced from what I've seen." she muses to that. "Thank you, Bruce. I know I'm sometimes a pain, but I do like spending time with you." she tells him.

Bruce Banner has posed:
At that, Bruce laughs, and nudges Clea a bit in the side as they walk. "I wasn't talking it seriously, Clea. I was trying to be funny in my own way, and just...failed." He shrugs a bit, and smiles. "Maybe it's my humor that is off."

"Gummy bears, popcorn, and cheesy movies. What could be better?" He watches as she picks the violets, and then nods. "They can be, the roses, but sometimes the price is worth being paid." He tilts his head as she apologies, and shakes it. "No need to apologize. And you're never a pain." He smiles towards her. "I enjoy spending time with you, as well. So trust me, this is my pleasure."

Clea has posed:
"We make a pretty good team." Clea muses at that as she gives a smile to him. "Maybe we're both just horrible at it." she shrugs. She wasn't worried on it.

She gives a smile, "I think I'm a sucker for cheesy movies when I can see them, so that's perfect." she tells him. "Well, I will be around for a very long time. So I'm not going anywhere." she grins at that. "We can come back and look at flowers again sometime when it's warmer and not getting so late. Should we grab a drink and head back home?" she asks him with a smile.

Bruce Banner has posed:
Laughing, Bruce nods. "Oh, for sure. We're both equally horrible. So yes, a perfect team." He reaches up with a fist to offer a fist bump.

He nods at Clea's suggestion. "Well, I know plenty of cheesey movies, so if you've got the time to spare, I have the way to take it up." He grins at her, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, we can head back to the mansion. I have some movie curating to do!"