15093/Just back from Outer Space and...golly are our limbs tired.

Just back from Outer Space and...golly are our limbs tired.
Date of Scene:	06 June 2023
Location:	Public Rotunda - Atlantic Starport
Synopsis:	It's a chance meeting up with friends of Valeria and Franklin at the Starport. The world's a small place after all. Johnny's test drive of another of Reed's inventions segways into an opportunity to showboat and share the flightstick with Gabby. Surely nothing bad can happen taking a prototype for a test drive.
Cast of Characters:	Johnny Storm, Gabby Kinney

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Johnny Storm has posed:
The sun is about to set on this particular part of the globe. A period of transition according to heavenly bodies. There's been quite a bit of traffic going up and down, and quite a bit going to and fro, helping deliver individuals and groups where they need to go. The glow-orbs haven't been lit yet, but it's only a matter of time.

Johnny Storm isn't lit in the literal sense, but he's feeling the spark of excitement, the adrenaline from piloting one of the Fant-4's zippy zoom-zooms into the Starport is in his veins. He's travelling light, and entering the more public spaces to cool his heels. More apt maybe is how the middle-aged Johnny needs to stretch out his legs and lower back from being in the pilot's seat. Something, something circulation.

Tossing his head back gently, his gloved hands lightly rake through his hair while a satisfied smile is plastered on his mug like an advertisement for the latest breath-freshening, tooth-strengthening and life-affirming toothpaste. He's taking in a deep breath too, and letting it out sloooowly. "Ahhhhhh yeah."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Space, the final frontier, yadda yadda. Even if it was for a mission, it was Gabby's first time in space. The others had already departed long before her as she had opted to linger and just... Indulge in the excitement that had come with both being out past the atmosphere as well as the fight they'd been through. There was plenty to explore at the starport still until she could wind down enough to properly face the more mundane aspects of her life--Like traffic.

Her attire didn't declare her to be part of any team or organization like Johnny's might. Just a simple black bodysuit, with a hefty pocketed belt, and a few weapons obvious though she'd gotten the starport safety tags on them declaring them approved. It HAD been for a rescue mission after all. Unfortunately her hair still was messed up as if she'd been wearing a helmet for awhile, even if she hadn't been able to keep that Kryptonian spacesuit. It's paid no mind as she strides through the starport exploring all it has to offer including getting an icecream from one of the shops which she carries in hand nibbling on occasionally.

Just as she turns away from a souvenier shop with lots of glittery things she spots that familiar enough logo on Johnny passing by. Without thinking much of it she calls out, "Hey! You're one of Valeria and Franklin's folks, right?"

Johnny Storm has posed:
Another deep breath, hold it for four seconds, and then let it out slowly. Let the body get back into the groove. Gravity is your friend. Another deep b-

Johnny doesn't like wrinkles, but his forehead threatens one, the corners of his eyes hint at some, the corners of his mouth dip down. He turns, reorientating his attention towards the voice that called out. This is quite odd. Usually he's the one, blond and brazen or hot and blazin, that gets noticed. Greeted, by association, is a relatively new and awkward concept to grasp.

Johnny tilts his head to the side and does his best to recompose his face into a cock-sure one, with a bit of a wry grin and everything. He raises a hand up to greet the woman armed with dairy and licensed destructive weapons. "Yeah, that's right. I'm the Uncle...You might recognize me from such team-ups as..." he Troy McClure's, trailing off with an easy-going laugh. "Are you pals with those two troublemakers?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
The wrinkle in his forehead isn't noticed, or if it is, she has enough sense not to point that out. Besides that she was wearing a bright grin of her own that caused her cheeks to dimple just where the scars on her face had been left so many years ago. A single nod of agreement is given while she admits, "Sort of mostly, yeah. Valeria and I were on a mission a couple years back, and we've been online gaming buds since then," she explains right before her her expression drops just a bit.

"And yes I know Franklin. He's ... odd. And has a reeeally creepy fascination with a friend of mine he was wanting to like, stalk-date, so I had to have words with him about that." The littel rambling explanation of how she knows the pair comes to an end just as she realizes she hadn't actually introduced herself. That come with being hyper at times.

"Oh! I'm Gabby Kinney. Nice to meet you!"

Johnny Storm has posed:
Johnny's eyes are friendly. He nods along amicably about all this /online/ stuff, understanding that it's totally a thing, despite it not being one of his own. He's not a complete dinosaur. If he's troubled by the scars, he doesn't display any hint of it. Perhaps he's seen things, or can see how they aren't necessarily detractors. Something something lyrics of an Alessia Cara song.

Johnny removes his gloves as he listens, after loosening each individual finger. "Good to know you, Gabby. I'm Johnny Storm." he extends a hand. That latter bit about Frankie has expression go from warmth to concern. "Yeeeeah, Frankie, any good advice from a friend can't be bad. Like, a peer, and not a parent, I bet will carry water pretty good." He breathes out through his teeth. "You probably know a side of him that his family don't really get to experience. I should probably check in on him sometime soon. Not that I'm the expert on relationship experiences, but...well." Johnny shrugs and his smile is back. "If you're familiar with them both, looked out for each other's bacon, you must be able to take care of yourself quite well." He doesn't say /for someone so young/. He doesn't say it out loud, but /now/ he's assessing those scars again. The next generation of super heroes right in front of him, wondering at the mantle she's had to carry thus far.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney meets his gaze with her own unwavering. A hint of a smile in spite of everything she may have gone through, or may be going through. Though youthful her green eyes were certainly sharp, clear, and alert. "Yeah," she agrees easily enough about seeing a side his family didn't get to see. That's often how things were. "He'd probably appreciate a visit. He's chilled out a bit, too." She thinks. It had been awhile since she saw Franklin last herself.

The offered hand is taken for a good firm shake without any of that silly 'try to squeeze the heck out of their hand' business some heroes might have thought of doing. For all of that she was still... short. Wearing a single katana slung over her back, and a tazer at her hip.

"So you're 'The Human Torch', right? That's cool. I know a few people that can use fire but not like that." A glance to the side at the starport itself is given. "What's got you here today? I'm not bothering you I hope."

Johnny Storm has posed:
Johnny breaks the gaze first, not wanting to challenge today's youth in that, nor the firmness of handshakes of young heroes to determine their worth. Besides, she's got a sword. People walking through Starports with swords can probably sign their name on your backside if pressed. His teeth do show now that he's been granted some recognition. There's a part of him that is pleased by that. "Guilty as charged. Yeah, whatever we got tickled with up there..." He index fingers upwards. "...I guess it's similiar but not the same as other hot heads on our marble."

"Oh, you're not bothering me at all. But if you'd ask that of some of my students, you'd get a different answer. Not that we're in the classroom. Though, I think life will learn you more sometimes, right?" He clears his throat. "Reed has this habit of making some pretty great things to pilot, but you can't patent a thing until it's got enough hours on it not exploding. Starport is the perfect place to get a good trajectory up 'n down at."

He leans in with a whisper, "Plus, it's no fun showboating in something hot 'n slick without people around to notice. Hrmmm...You got any hours logged in the pilot's seat?" It is a leading question, as if it was dangling something on a stick.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Fast? Not yet released? Pilot? There were many ways to get Gabby's attention and these were definitely ways to do it. At the whisper questioning if she has any hours in being a pilot her grin turns toothy and wide. "Does a Blackbird sim count? Like official sim not an actual video game." Granted she had more hours jumping OUT of one, but she still had that under her belt if a bit aged.

The icecream she had in hand has long since been forgotten to the point it's dripping down her hand by now. A quiet, "Oh shoot," is uttered before she attacks it with a few quickly grabbed napkisn from her pocket. This probably wasn't the first time she'd been distracted enough to forget food, thus the need of the napkins. She was already practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Yeah you can leaern a lot from people but I've got a lot of out of classroom experience too what do you teach what were you flying? I just got back from my first trip to space and it was *amazing!*"

Johnny Storm has posed:
Johnny places a hand on his hip and grins. "I teach high-school automotive repair on my own time. It's like a hobby. Pretty relaxing to work on basic stuff, get the fingers dirty. Probably like how some people garden or paint, y'know." He uses his other hand to curl a finger to beckon, to fall into step as he turns to lead Gabby off to one of the flight pads.

"I'm a big, big believer in the real world being the classroom. Sure, you get the fundamentals from school, but you get the practical when you get your hands on the world." His hands pat at his stomach and waist, making sure he's ship-shape. "Hrmmm, I bet Reed made sure to include another suit. I just bet you anything. The man thinks five steps ahead, and sometimes the floors above and below. You're about a size...Yeah, yeah, I bet we've got something. C'mon..."

He adds mysteriously, "It's /Red/. She doesn't even have a /name/ yet."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
The forgotten icecream goes flying toward the nearest trash bin. Thankfully or perhaps skillfully it actually hits the target and doesn't end up on the floor, or someone else. Gabby dusts her hands off with a few quick slaps as she starts after Johnny practically skipping with her bouncy steps to keep up.

"Oh neat, my dad teaches that, or did at one point. He keeps changing his mind on what he does. I think he gets bored easy in his old age." Not that she was calling HIM old.

"In other circumstances I'd be concerned you can guess my size by glance--but Red, you say?" A quick laugh comes as she was quite apparently teasing with that remark. "Sounds awesome to me!"