15320/Okay, we're going to have wieners.

Okay, we're going to have wieners.
Date of Scene:	06 July 2023
Location:	Somewhere on the streets of Metropolis
Synopsis:	A scene in which lost property is located. Plans are made. And reporters evaded. Also a virtual charity auction gets planned largely by accident.
Cast of Characters:	Harper Row, Kara Danvers, Vivian Vision

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Harper Row has posed:
Metropolis has been saved from another potential disaster. Whatever magical magnet that attracts monsters and other menaces has been thwarted while avoiding loss of life in favour of property damage. A much more palatable reality to swallow. The fight must have been a doozy, with shattered windows, buckled vehicles strewn like discarded toys, and a particularly large impact crater that may have heralded the arrival of something skyborn, or signaled the end of the conflict.

GIRLs synthetic and mortal have arrived on the scene to pick through the debris, though their purposes may not necessarily be identical, they may be possibly aligned. Bluebird is in full tights, to avoid hassles of authorities wondering whether she can poke her nose in. She's got her bag of gadgets slung about her like a bandoleer, one such in a gloved hand as she yammers, "...OoooooooooooWeeeeeeeee!" Her electronic device chirps and bleeps like she's about to get hi-score or has entered a bonus round.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Half of the involved party in this altercation, one who may be culpable to, at least some, of the property damage is one Supergirl. The individual(s) whom she had been combating were, themselves, extremely durable and capable of a great deal of wide spread damage. They just weren't Kryptonian, who are the measuring stick for 'break stuff'.

With the combat concluded, however, comes the inevitable conversation with MPD. Standing in her costume, the blue top and skirt smudged with dirt and burns, is elseways bespoken Supergirl. Giving an official statement as she combed her blonde hair back out of her face, now cut in a short pixie bob, but represented at present as a birds nest from having been tossed about.

What she lacks, however, is her cape. Whether torn apart, twisted off, or just forgotten...

She doesn't seem to notice it's departure as she speaks with an officer jotting down information. Hands on her hips, smiling despite everything.

Vivian Vision has posed:
Vivian Vision on the other hand is wearing something only modestly different to her usual outfit. Canary yellow cargo pants and a green t-shirt rather than a sweater. Because it's Summer of course.

Strictly speaking she doesn't even need to be in the state to do her thing. Accessing city wide camera systems, viewing social media posts and a variety of other public (or at least poorly secured) sources for information. But by turning up she gets to hang out and make sure everyone involved in the project looks after themselves. Data collection is important but so are regular breaks and remembering to eat food.

Also it does mean if they happen to run across only trapped under rubble she can phase them to safety. Although her own statistical modelling suggests it's more likely they'll run across an uncovered super macguffin that'll cause another incident than a Kryptonian leaving someone in need of saving to have a press interview. And hey her own enhanced senses also mean she can add her scanning skills to those of Harper's gadgets. "Did you pack a theremin by mistake Harper?" she teases.

Harper Row has posed:
"Did I pack thermite? Nah, most of my stuff is more low-yie..." Harper is responding, half of her brain saturated in whatever the pixels are doing to her ocular faculties. She blinks and turns back to Vivian, and the joke seeps in, making her lips purse out. Her narrowing eyes don't show easily beneath her mask to most others. "Ha ha." Bweep bleep. With a quick glance towards where, ohmygosh, you-know-who (that's a cute cut) is doing damage control with the MPD, she's scampering impishly towards where her readout is telling her. She may not have long.

Bluebird starts down the incline of the crater, the asphalt and concrete pancaked into powder in some places, with a chaotically artistic series of cracks zigzagging between large pieces. It makes interesting handholds and sheer faces to skid or skitter down for a muggle. Her gadget trills louder, like a teakettle, as she gets closer to a piece of colourful material that's near ground zero. "What's that girl? Sally's trapped in the well?" she muses capering down like a punk-haired gremlin that she is. "Viv! What do your Elf eyes see?!"

Kara Danvers has posed:
While it is fair to assume, rightly in fact, that Kara is already aware of the arrival of her colleagues, she continues her conversation with the officer with only a minor distraction of turning to raise a hand in greeting to the arriving GIRL contengency. It's odd actually, if you think about it. How a single article of a costume completely changes the whole composition. In just her top and skirt, with her thigh high red boots, sans cape, Supergirl probably looks a lot shorter. Smaller in the waist. Less impossing.

There's something to be said for iconic dress.

With a smile, she extends her hand and shakes the Officers, then hovers backwards into the air and turns to float across the expanse where a group of reporters are holding up their hand trying to signal her attention. It's not so much about fame that Kara descends towards them, offering kind words of greetings, and more about the truth of journalism. Given her innate abilities for wanton, widespread, destruction it's important that she cheek to the damage. So she lets reporters ask her questions, those from some news outlets to throw their accusations, and all with that majestic smile on her pale face as she answer those questions honestly.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"Elf eyes?" Vivian wonders, blinking a few times. "Do you mean the cameras? Or my actual eyes?"

She doesn't need to climb or scramble around. Merely floating like gravity is a thing for other people.

"You mean Kara's new hairdo? It's a good look for her," she muses. "Did she change her costume too do you think?" She glances around, both personally and digitally, and frowns. "Reviewing footage taken during the conflict I do not think she did. One moment while I put together a composite of the entire incident from uploaded camera phone images."

It's often in poor taste but most people's first instinct when chaos ensues is to get their smartphone out. Record it and post the disaster online. And while that footage is rarely well shot or high quality there is so much that if you have enough processing power you can form a sum that's greater than the parts.

One of the perks of forking your mind off is you can multitask. And a much more practical part of her mind notes Kara is missing her cape. That's a piece of material. 2+2 = "Would you say that's a red fabric?"

Harper Row has posed:
Bluebird almost titters as she approaches an iconic part of Supergirl's costume. Like some maniac treasure hunter sidestepping boulders and traps and things, closing in on the object. The device in her hand is forgotten and it swings on a lanyard at her wrist, swinging like a pendulum. "Definitely red! Definitely rad!"

Crouching down like a simian, she hovers over it in her own fashion, and her hands dare to touch the hem. Little gasps and huffs. The kind of thing done around a monolith while wielding a femur with a bunch of pals. After picking lice off one another.

The object is wedged, trapped, pinched between heavy pieces of masonry. "Urrrrrrrrrghh!"

Kara Danvers has posed:
The cape is not really fabric... Okay, it is, but it's not as light as one might expect it to be. It's thick, woven of materials that aren't naturally seen in normal articles of clothing. Heavy. It's not designed to soak water, so it's not as porous as other fabrics. That's how it's able to remain dangling while she's in the air. Which speaks a great deal to how hard the winds can get when in the upper parts of the atmosphere that it still gets flicked around.

It's just as Vivian and Harper have discovered her discarded cape that one of the reporters asks about it's being missing from her attire. With Kara glancing down and around herself as if she'd not even noticed. It could be a car dangling off her back and she probably couldn't have been less oblvious that the weight was gone from her shoulders. "Huh..." Blue eyes scan the battlefield, ultimately falling upon the crater where she can make out Harper and Vivian through the layers of twisted concrete by way of intense occular vision.

"Ah ha... there it is." She smiles to the reporter, takes one more question, then holds up a hand and begins to hover backwards. Despite shouts trying to keep her attention, she's already turning and floating towards the edge of the hole in the street. With her skirt flicking around as she peers down at the pair of women now excavating her discarded article of clothing.

"I'll sign it for five dollars." She teases, in her thick Kryptonian accented voice. A smile peeling her mouth open into a row of white teeth.

Vivian Vision has posed:
"If you want I can just phase it free?" Vivian offers, not moving to help Harper until requested. After all isn't the struggle more important than attaining your goal? "Ah. Yes I have established exactly how it got there." Which is probably not especially useful given it's pretty obvious the was a struggle. But hey perhaps the footage of how everything broke will be interesting for materials science purposes. Collecting data never goes to waste at GIRL.

Her head turns even as they discuss the cape. There's no way a Kryptonian wouldn't hear the conversation. So it's logical to assume Kara will be... there. Any moment now. She gives a little wave of greeting as she lands next to Harper.

"That is a very good deal. I expect I could auction it online and make a significant profit," say notes. A slight tilt of her head to indicate she's teasing back. "You are unharmed I hope?"

Harper Row has posed:
Harper almost, almost, has her teeth on the edge of that cape. Like maybe, just maybe it could adhere to the law of chip bags and plastic lids. Very rapidly her OCD is willing to turn off every other self-respecting switch to find a way to pry the prize from the jealous streets of Metropolis. Her hands bunch into suprisingly heavy stuff, and she kneads at it in confusion and frustration.

Vivian's presence next to her has Harper try one more time, and fail. Hanging her head, she lets her shoulders slump. "I knew the streets could be mean, but didn't know they were greedy too. I admit defeat on technicality." she wrinkles her nose.

And then she's looking up, open mouthed. "Gaaaaah..." Not exactly caught red-cape handed, but she's literally scrabbling in the dirt and detritus. "Hey. Hey, what the heck...woah, how'd ~this~ get here." she tries. Harper offers a masked smile back, a little wince-y, and little bit of nose wrinkle. "We wouldn't dreeeeam of putting this on DealBay. Course not." A pause. "I'd hate to see who you ground pounded!" By her tone of voice, she very much ~would~ like to see what they look like.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara lowers down into the crater, hands still upon her hips, until she's hovering just above her boots touching the uneven ground where she had only a few moments before been pounding someone into pavement until the pavement got tired. While she wears the smile of someone who is very sweet, and is infact very sweet, she is far more violent than her cousin. Which isn't to say she goes around killing people, but if someone screws around with Supergirl, the often leave having thoroughly found out.

In the grand scheme of things, it's easy to see, when judging activity and levels of enthusiasm, how Kara Danvers may one day become Karen Starr. Should anyone know of that lineage.

Right now she's grinning at Harper's antics and Vivian's indication she could turn a profit. "It's fine, Harper." She reassures her friend, reaching out to ruffle her hair as if that's a completely natural thing to do. Then a wink to Vivian.

"So what brings you two all the way to metropolis? Certainly not this? I was going to file a report after the police had their way with it... are you here to take me to lunch?" The other guy as Harper put it, is being escorted on a stretcher towards a STARLABS containment van.

He got his ass kicked.

Vivian Vision has posed:
Once Harper has admitted defeat the synthezoid teenager leans forward and pinches the edge of the cape. With her phasing ability it should be trivial to phase it free, assuming there's nothing too exotic going on that is, but if it is? Well she can just phase the rock instead. Once free she holds it up. "But really it'd be better to auction it for a charity cause." Or for Kara to just have it mended. It's not like capes grow on trees!

"We were here for a..." She pauses. "I did bring a hamper of snacks." It's rare that GIRL goes on an expedition without someone preparing food. It's hard to do good science when you're hungry. Thinking uses up a lot of energy! Also cupcakes are an excellent way to distract people from making doomsday weapons. Okay making any /more/ doomsday weapons.

"Would you like to have a picnic?" she offers. "Alternatively I can book a table at somewhere close." She is probably comparing reviews as she speaks. "I made sure to prepare the hamper with things that will remain good for extended periods. So they'll keep until later."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper rises after her hair gets some impromptu stylin. She sweeps her gaze between Vivian and Kara. She gestures towards Viv. "I got my nose into some gadgets at GIRL. Wanted to boost the snoof on my little electronic sniffer here." A pause. "...and I totally wanted to grab eats when on the town. Can't resist getting out and about and rubberneck like a tourist for such a sunny city. I swear Gotham must grab most of the rain before it can lope on over here."

"Hey, eat with us. We ditch the vultures and flashbulbs. Off the clock." She side-eyes the Cape that's been freed so easily.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Keep it, donate it to charity or something. Then donate those funds to rebuilding Metropolis or... I don't know constructing a school. Whatever looks the best." Kara is, despite the way she jokes, rather quite involved in charity work. But she nods to the cape Vivian has freed so easily with a growing smile aimed first to the synthezoid then to Harper as well.

"Ah... well I do like picnics, but it'll be hard for us to find a place I wont stand out like a sore thumb. Unless..." One finger comes up, wiggling gently. "Unless we go up there..." Pointing to one of the tallest buildings in Metropolis. "It's one of my favorite places to sit and have a weiner. Have you guys ever had a Metro-Weiner?" Now both hands are up. "Okay, we're going to have weiners. Come come, let's go." Holding out her hands for each of theirs.

"No, it's a matter of imparative."