15501/A Time for Punching

A Time for Punching
Date of Scene:	30 July 2023
Location:	East Village
Synopsis:	On a particularly obnoxiously hot afternoon, Nettie determines that a movie is in order and closes the Candle for business. Taking two of her adopted 'grandkids' to the movies results in the severe beating and subsequent pantsing of a number of racists deciding to intimidate the East Village neighborhood theaterscene.
Cast of Characters:	Nettie Crowe, Belinda Gutierrez, Tommy Shepherd

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Nettie Crowe has posed:
    There is just one thing to do when the weather gets hot enough that the air conditioner in the Candle, Booke and Belle struggles strongly on the retail floor of the shop-and-headquarters, with the steam kettles and heating elements for all the tea.

    Shut down for the afternoon, and journey out in search of something easier on the ol' bones. Nettie Crowe had switched the sign to closed, and gathered up a worn purse. She was, unusually, wearing shorts today, but they were bright lavender bermuda shorts. Along with white knee-high socks (kept in place with anachronistic garter ribbons), a pair of gray chucks, a T-shirt that had two crows on it outlined in white with 'ATTEMPTED MURDER' scrawled over the top.

    "Belinda! You about, duckie? I've closed the shop -- I think a movie is in order. Care to accompany a frail old lady to the the-ay-ter?

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
"Abuela," comes the cheerful voice, alive with reproach. "You are hardly frail! And here-- just resetting--" Her voice cuts off as something electical makes a high-pitched squeal from above. It whines in protest, quickly shutting down with the sound of plastic flicking and a hot huff of grumbling indignation. Things shuffle, rumble, scrape across the floor; Belinda herself exits the extraterritorial door above, shutting it with a quick click-- remembering at the last moment to shrug out of her far-less pristine than before lab coat. Classic vintage and borrowed from the school-- it still has a faded logo for 'HAPPY HARBOR' still scrawled across the back, with her own name ('B. Gutierrez') on a velcro nametape at her breast.

"I shut down the experiment," she adds, sighing with a quiet rue. "Diesel-- Melvin from school --cobbled together an old aquarium fan for climate control, but it still refuses to cooperate outside water." She brushes her palms off on her jeans, absent as she slips outside. "Things are calming down magnificamente now that he has somethiong to focus on-- I bet he goes for electrical engineering come college time!" She pauses, frowning thoughtfully. "What are they showing now? Wasn't there a documentary on the Apollo program the other day?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie watches in mixed fascination and horror as the power cuts, flickers, and she takes a deep breath through her nose to try and determine if there is the smell of burning plastic or electrical fire. Mmm. Tangy electrical fire.

    "Diesel is an excellent name for someone so mechanically inclined." she replies in a friendly manner, "I definitely don't have the mind for such things, far more of an esoteric than an electric. Except I suppose --" she ruffles through a big ring of keys, and pulls out the one for the front door that 'locks' it. Of course, any member of the JLD is able to get in.

    "Hav eyou given much thought to your own schollarly persuits, poppet?" she questiosn conversationally.

    "And I was thinking, we're due for a good movie with a pulp hero, unlikely science, and potentially an academic violencing bad guys. I *do* love a good pulp hero."

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Humming cheerfully, Belinda stretches as she hovers under the overhang at the doorway, blinking blearily as she gazes into the too-bright day. "Cactus Jack and the Eye of Apoletto?" she suggests, grinning cheerfully. "Something about a gunslinger/adventurer/archaelogist seeking fortune and glory in the deepest and darkest wilds of Africa!" She shakes her head, quivering with laughter. "Or something. I never had much chance to watch movies a great deal. The nearest theater for mnovies was much too far away for anything except once a year treats." She sighs wistfully, flexing her hands together with a grimace.

"Mmm. Well, a few ideas..." she says carefully, eyes gleaming. "Taking the first aid courses were wonderful fun! THough have had more cause to use them than really wanted to..." She coughs, blushing briefly. "Is Mr. Boy's hand doing well?" She scuffs sheepishly, falling alongside. "I totally did *not* use battery acid on his cut!"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Young Mr. Man is just fine, poppet, and I'm sure there are no hard feelings." Nettie gives a smile, and makes an exit out of the Candle and into the street. She stretches her arms briefly over her head, and Corvax, the happily returned familiar spirit, sweeps down from his perch on a telephone wire and decides to make Belinda his new perch.

    "Aye there lassie!" he greets Belinda, hopping a bit on her shoulder.

    "I remember the first time I went to a cinema. It was for a collection of films. Back then, though -- there wasn't sound that went with them. Sometimes they sent a record for the soundtrack, but many times there were just people playing music along to the scenes and the dialogue cards." Nettie explains to Belinda, and gives a small smile. "We paid a nickel a piece States-Side to see the Saturday Morning Cartoons once technocolor and 'talkies' were a thing. Aah, and then of course three-dimensional cartoons. Such a marvel in its day!"

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Great timing on Tommy's part, to be showing up at the Candle, Booke and Belle when it seems like its proprietor is stepping out. He comes up short, having obviously ran here at super-speed, and then lifts his Omaha Storm Chasers hat (featuring a tornado with a baseball bat for a nose) off his head to sweep a hand through his hair. "Ah, damn. Guess I'll have to come back later," he says, not sounding terribly put-off. He shrugs one shoulder and looks back and forth between Nettie and Belinda, casually.

    His pale eyebrows go up and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jean shorts. There's already the start of a burn on his shoulders where his tank top doesn't cover -- even as fast as Tommy goes, he can't outrun those terrible UVA and UVB rays -- but the bridge of his nose and cheeks are okay. On account of the hat. "Where are you two headed off to this fine afternoon?" he asks, totally pretending like he's not covered in a light sheen of sweat from the heat himself.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Belinda giggles quietly, shaking her head in wonder. "Buen dias, Maestro Crow!" she returns to Corvax' greeting, reaching up to brush her fingers carefully under his chin. "No more pigeon trouble, I hope. Stupid, territorial, so very, muy loco birds." She calms down the practical thrumming of her steps, settling into a smoother gait for the sake of her passenger.

She blinks in surprise at Tommy's appearance, quick to rally as she gives a quick grin and a wave. "The movies," she explains, sighing regretfully as she glances back at the storefront. "It is so hot, nobody has been coming by anyway. After about ten or so, the few customers we had came in-- one even stopped at teh doorway, fanned herself, turned around and walked away again!" She snorts, glowering darkly. "As if nobody had been hot before!"

Pause. "Well, New York is not the *desert* like New Mexico, but still-- rude!"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "It's a dry heat. Now, the Jungles of the Bengal --" Nettie begins, with a grin and a nod to Tommy as he makes his appearance.

    "Aye, lad, but as Miss Kinney's inamorato, you should have access as you wish to the Candle's sanctuary. On account that Miss Kinney is my cohort. In case you needed help, a place to get out of the sun, or an ice cream from the freezer in the lounge." she states, and she tuts about Tommy's sunburn. "I have sunblock if you want." she states, and then from her bag, the pale Grey Witch pulls out a black umbrella, and uses it to shade herself.

    "But yes, heading to the cinema. Going to take in a bit of culture, probably some popcorn, and air conditioning. You are absolutely invited along if you like." Nettie states to Tommy, and begins to walk.

    Of course, the theater's not too far away, a block or two up and one over, across from the constantly rotating thematically-named Chinese food restaurant that Nettie only orders from if a particular cook is in. Their menu board is only in Mandarin. Nettie orders exclusively in Mandarin. She will not say what anyone's eating if she orders. DNA testing will show it's generally camel or eel.

    And she slows a bit as she makes the approach; there's apparently a bit of a kerfluffle outside the theater, showing of course DOLL STORY and HOW I MET YOUR BOMB-ER on one of its two screens, the other with IOWA SMITH AND THE FATE GYROSCOPE and IOWA SMITH AND THE HOLY PLACE OF DARKNESS. Which totally skips over Iowa Smith and the Final Holy Errand where the titular professor-turned-adventurer had to retrieve a plate from the Baptism of John, largely considered to be the best of the series. No one acknowleges the fourth Iowa Smith movie.

    There appears to be some spill-over fighting from Bushwick, with several overly well-groomed and clean-shaven young (generally) men in button-downs and khakis holding up signs like 'MUTANTS SUCK' and less esoteric and more terrifying messages, like 'REVIVE THE CAMPS' with a picture of a sad child in striped pajamas, and it just gets worse from there as they throw up half-Hydra salutes.

    Nettie appears to visibly bristle.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "It's easy to handle the heat in the southwest though, you just step into the shade and it's almost cool. Here everything is just... damp." Tommy makes a face, nose wrinkling and mouth grimacing as he mutters a "Yuck" at the word damp. Not as bad as moist, but definitely up there in grossness factor.

    At the invitation though he steps astride Nettie and Belinda, happy to come along. Even if they're traveling at normal people speed, which means he has to purposefully slow down his stroll. It's a constant struggle, but he's had a lot of practice recently, so he manages.

    The first sighting of an anti-mutant sign has him tugging down his cap HARD, and then Tommy slips a pair of sunglasses off from where they've been dangling from his tank to to put them on, human-speed but quickly. "Nothing to see here, folks, definitely not a carbon copy of any famous mutants about to walk by," he mutters, gamely, to Nettie and Belinda. He's not sure if he's the only mutant in residence (not something he asks after, usually) but he looks visibly perturbed by the protest, even as he does his best to reign in the grumpy frown and furrowed brow that's showing on his face.

    Note: he's not doing a very good job of it.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Belinda enjoys the conversation-- with an added perking of distraction as the Chinese comes and goes by. Super sensitive schnozz betraying her again-- with the door open (and every window!) to help air circulate, every breath of the young woman draws in the richness of noodles and chicken and soup and fish and beef broth and garlic and--!

SHe sighs dreamily. Food smells- delightful and delicious and so *good*! The only spice outside home that clears the sinuses and gives her senses the proper tingle of delight! Bliss.

And that bliss promptly dies a quick death as the cionema comes into view. 'Kerfluffle' is the only way to put it-- the anti-mutant protesters shout and howl and wave their signs; countervoices rise briefly, drowned out by the subsurface torrent of the haters' rising like a rough storm. Half-baked salutes, (mostly) sharp dress in similiar manner, clean-cut faces.

Fingers clasp in a curled up fist. Bristling shared. And Corvas might hear that faint murmur under her breath:

".. no muerdas, no muerdas, don't bite, no muerdas..."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Muerdas." Corvax's feathers are ruffled, though one of his claws does give a squeeze to Belinda's shoulder. "Steady on, lass. They're too dumb to know better." the crow keeps his voice down.

    NEttie, however, reaches into the pocket of those lavender Bermuda shorts, and withdraws two things: A flask, and a silk pouch. From the former she uncorks and takes a long sip, and judging by the look she's getting there may be a bad judgement call in her future; didn't need a tarot deck or crystal ball to see that one coming.

    The latter she withdraws a hand-rolled cigarette, and she puts it to her mouth.

    "Nettie -- the pups are present." the avian crow states to the human named Crowe, who waves him off a moment.

    And she goes to cross the street, raising a hand to light her cigarette sans match.

    And she's loud enough in that short witch body, that she's plainly heard to say to the biggest guy on the hate line, who stands a good foot and a half taller than her:

    "You know, in the Thirties there was at least an excuse you fucks didn't know what was going on in the background of the Reich. Now there's just no excuse for this pissantry." she leans in, and gives a sniff and then wrinkles her nose.

    "Emphasis on the piss."

    And she doesn't wait for a reaction.

    Nettie Crowe, ordinarily... well not the PARAGON of a good decision, brings herself down for a downward-blow of her elbow to the crotch of THe Big Guy with the Hindu-turned-Evil Symbol tattooed on the side of his head, and as he goes down she turns and smashes her elbow against his temple!

    So. What are Tommy and Belinda going to do after 'Gramma' Nettie decides to pick a fight with the stunt double for the Airplane Nazi?

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    The flask comes out and Tommy knows enough about Nettie to brace himself. Yes, indeed he does. As Corvax speaks, Tommy is silent, but he does turn to give Belinda a concerned look and a sympathetic nod of support, because he can certainly relate. Well, he doesn't want to bite them, but he does want to--

    Well, he wants to do what Nettie does. Still, that doesn't mean he was actually considering it in any capacity, because "Oh god I don't want to go back to jail!"

    Still, he rushes over to provide backup, though in this case backup is just putting himself between Nettie's back and anyone who might try to get in a suckerpunch on the witch. In the meantime though he holds up his hands and says "Nobody wants any kind of problems, okay?" followed by a nervous chuckle because that is a bald-faced lie and he knows it.

    Still, maybe the call will confuse people long enough for some super-speed whisking away? He looks at Nettie hopefully and makes a let's-get-out-of-dodge gesture, which mostly involves him hooking a thumb over his shoulder.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Wiser heads, calmer heads, cooler heads would approach the situation with firm good nature, proper respect for the situation, and let ratonal discourse prevail, even over bloody-murder squealing yellow-bellied sap-suckers with no inkling of history or good graces or practicality.

Which means that Belinda takes the onslaught of violence from Abuela as immediate permission to unleash the same. There is no finesse in her sudden lunge forward, no grace in the hard charge she unleashes. The bulkiest Bruno of the bunch, one of the guys stares at this comical situation-- drawing breath to guffaw at Glorious Leader getting gobsmacked by a woman! Snickering mirthlessly even as his own girl charges him. He grins, stretches an arm, grinning cruely.

And she ducks down, snarling wordlessly. Body-checking-- she drives her shoulder into Bruno's stomach, his eyes buldging wide as she drives up and again him, air rushing from the hammered solar plexis. Leaving poor Corvax squawking in undignified protest, Belinda stands over the groaning, curled up form of the man at her feet, her hands curled into fists and fury in her eyes.

"/Next/?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "I'm pretty sure we're out-voted Tom!" Corvax squawks as he flaps off Belinda's shoulder to give her free checking, like the best bank.

    A couple of the very fine young gentlemen begin to gather around Nettie and TOmmy, a couple of them eyeballing Tommy more on account of who wants to be beat up by a woman, even as Nettie folds her parasol down, teeth bared, grasping against that lit cigarette.

    Three of them attempt to throw punches at Tommy, one specifically trying to steal his hat!

    "We'll show you!"

    "You're tramping on OUR rights!"

    "So much for the toleranc--"

    That one gets a parasol to his face, with Nettie cackling. Crowds have begun to form up, people are whipping out phones.

    "We're not the tolerant ones, poppet, we're the Fuck-Off ones!" she snarls.

    And she shouldn't use magic, she knows it would be REALLY bad -- ... but amazingly and QUITE COINCIDENTALLY someone's pants catch on fire!

    He wasn't even lying!

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    "Yep, seems like it!" Tommy calls back as he, unfortunately, decides to stand his ground. At least the guy Nettie started in on seems down for the count, so that means he can focus on what's ahead of him.

    Which are three bigots. Great. This is just like juvie, but at least he's not going to get shivved in the back.

    Nah, these guys probably have real knives on their persons. Dammit.

    None of them can touch Tommy, though. He's not a blur because he's not so stupid as to outright display his mutant powers in front of a bunch of mutant haters, but he does make them look INCREDIBLY dumb by moving just fast enough to dodge all their attempts to punch him.

    The one that tries to steal his hat specifically gets a little slap on the hand, like he's a bad child. "Knock that off, this is a collectible, jeez," he says as he sidesteps out of the way.

    Wait why is there fire? "Hey, dude, you're on fire," Tommy helpfully points out.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "OH GOD I'M ON FIRE!" the dude replies, and yelps as he tries to slap the fire down off his pants, crying out the obvious fact that he is, indeed, aflame.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Lessons in Brawling, as Administered through the "Office of Life Experiences and Having Six Older Brothers": kick 'em when they're down. Kick them /hard/.

Belinda does so with great and savage gusto, leaving Bruno moaning in wheezing agony on the concrete sidewalk. No where remotely near lupine form, but blood is up, emotions running hot-- no restraint as she surveys the men standing in front of her, making her own choice-- stepping forward with a bare-toothed growl and a fist aimed for the gut.

"Must have been fibbing," Belinda remarks briskly, reaching up to grapple at her opponent's nose. Near missing in tweaking the offending protrusion, she snarls out when the brute seizes her about the waist-- a reply come in a hail of hard slaps to either cheek and to his neck, the resounding crack of palm meeting flesh rising above the street crowd's voices. Teeth bared, energy building as her blows come harder, swifter.

Don't wolf. Don't /bite/.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Don't wolf. Don't bite. Do PUNCH.

    The guys are armed. Nettie is a surprisingly good fighter for scrapping with some ol' fashioned fisticuffs, but she's no spring chicken. She weaves around mostly, trying to get them to tire themselves out as she rabbit-punches and makes quick jabs around stomachs and kidneys.

    She takes as good as she gets, typically.

    The group that was surrounding Tommy is a bit disrupted by one of their cohort being set on fire! But as he rolls around and tries to set himself not-on-fire, the other two attempt to deliver punches.

    "What the hell?!"

    "Why is he so FAST! Punch him!"

    "I AM TRYING TO PUNCH HIM!"

    And at one point they do kind of punch each other. They're not particularly good fighters.

    Until one attempts to horse-kick Tommy in the back as Nettie turns away to deal with another person!

    "The nose is grabbed, There's a nasal 'aaaugh!' sound as the nose is tweaked, and then slapping happens, someone coming to try and grab at Belinda's left hand!

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Dodge. Juke. Weave. Duck. Let it be known that Tommy is pretty scrappy in a fight, thanks to his time in juvenile hall, so even if he didn't have the benefit of superspeed he'd probably be holding his own. Not as good as he is now, though, of course, where he's untouchable.

    So thankfully he has enough situational awareness to notice someone coming for him from behind, though only when the guy's foot is centimeters from his back. He twists and turns, but it still grazes him in the ribs, earning a wince as he puts some space between them.

    At super-speed. Which means he's just outed himself to the crowd at large.

    "Alright, you hate mutants? Let me give you an actual reason to, you assholes!"

    Then he runs between them, moving faster than the blink of an eye, and proceeds to pants the protestors one by one before any of them can react. Pulls them right down to their ankles!

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Anger, frustration, why isn't more slappinug happening--?!

Fingers locked around her arm, her wrist-- Belinda screams in furious outrage as she writhes in the two men's grip. Sweat and stink and cheap cologne-- smell among the first senses to heighten sharply as a powerful slap from her free hand becomes a palm thrusting smash into the offender's poor nose. He lets out a most unmanly squeal of agony, dropping the girl as he clutches at his face; Belinda twists as she goes down, left arm held grotesquely in the air as she turns, punches again, aiming for squarely below the belt--

When she did that very same thing to her brother Alejandro, she was grounded for a week. And he sang soprano for a day.

The result as the second man wails out in abject agony is much the same, his every nerve screaming as he clutches at himself in misery.

Not nearly as good as super-speed pantsing, but it gets the job done!

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    All of the Nazis and mutant haters have been pantsed.

    Nettie is a bit worn out, but as everyone loses their pants, down around their ankles, showing various forms of underwear (and at least one guy who's gone commando). There's Superman underwear. Someone's wearing hearts. Several have the boxers that separate the balls from the body for maximum air conditioning and comfort in the heat. And Belinda has dickpunched someone. It definitely gets the job done.

    And they stand there in the middle of a crowd of injured, well-done, and now half-naked Nazi types, and Nettie draws herself to her full five-foot two, takes a breath, and spits out a mixture of tar and blood from the good knock someone got in at her.

    "Now, you lot done?" she asks, and then she puts up her dukes, and imitates Steve Rodgers in the best way she can manage with her Lincolnshire accent.

    "'Coz I can do this all day."

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Pantsing successful, Tommy takes a step back so he's side-by-side with Nettie to take stock of the whole mess, hands on his hips. And then he laughs. It's a big, self-satisfied laugh, all done through his nose in a bunch of quick huffs.

    Yes, he's very pleased with himself.

    He has nothing else to contribute, no snappy one-liners like Nettie (even if it's lifted from Captain America) or dick-punches like Belinda, but he's got one important thing: time to point and laugh at the people he just pantsed.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
"And when you run home...." Belinda adds, fighting not to giggle, to laugh, to snarl-- that one's got /Superman Underroos!/

Oh, Jon is getting so, so ribbed about this. For /ages/.

"It will be all over news and television and papers that the big, strong, mighty men were beat up by GUUUURRRRRLLLS."

Pause. "And their Plus One." Kudos for the Speedster!

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie can't possibly top a bunch of Nazis being pantsed without getting TOmmy and Belinda in some considerable trouble. A couple of them are scrambling to get their pants up and just happen to sport new white-out like material on their heads as there's caws for alarm overhead.

    And there's woops from people who agree with the trio of people who really just started a fight outside a movie theater.

    And Nettie drops her hands, looking around, and touches her nose for a moment, seeing there's a bit of blood, and she breathes out.

    "Well. Now that we've got the blood flowing. Ice cream, popcorn, soda-pop. On me, duckies."

    And Corvax lands, and looks as INNOCENT as he possibly can as he alights on Nettie's shoulder, and Nettie looks to Tommy, and gives him an upnod.

    "Double ice cream for you to keep your carb load up, yeah?" she states, and motions to the movie theater.

Tommy Shepherd has posed:
    Oh, the addition from Corvax is just icing on the cake, really. Gross icing that you definitely wouldn't want to eat, but icing nonetheless. Tommy's laughter continues for a moment longer, which means he must find it all extremely funny because that's a long time for a speedster to be laughing. Eventually he calms down but he's a little red in the face, and it has nothing to do with the heat or the sun.

    "Does this make me one of the girls?" he asks, a note of genuine excitement to his voice even though he's clearly joking, his eyebrows lifting. But he smiles at Belinda, happy to be included even just as a Plus One.

    Ever the gentleman (which is a lie, Tommy is not a gentleman at all) he zips over to one of the front doors of the movie theater and pulls it open. Immediately a wave of refreshingly coooooool air rolls out over him as he stands there and Tommy's eyes droop. He lets out a long exhale, relieved, and then gestures Nettie and Belinda inside.

    "Please and thank you. I'm starving." Sidenote: he's always starving, so the smell of freshly popped popcorn that also comes tumbling out through the open door has him tilting his head to sniff at the air.

Belinda Gutierrez has posed:
Breath. Breathing. Hard and fast and sharp and...

And they are running away. Retreating. Falling back. Admitting defeat, retreat, superior pack--!

Belinda shivers, drawing in a long breath. Fingernails dig into her palms as he uncurls her fingers slowly, grimacing at the gesture. She exhales with a sigh, a groan-- a sharp look towards Nettie as she frowns again. She digs into her back pocket, blushing faintly as she tugs out a slightly worse-for-wear napkin, marching over to Nettie with a murmur as she hands up the cloth.

"I think one of them got you, Abuela," she murmurs, blushing briefly as she gestures at her nose. She also gestures to the front doors. Nostrils quiver-- popcorn and ice cream and hot dogs and nachos and those pickled popped jalopenos--!

"I will try to restrain myself," she adds, quivering towards the door. Nazi raggamuffins, mostly forgotten. Mostly.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "You can be one of the girls if you feel like it, button, I don't judge." Nettie sniffs, and she gives a smile to Belinda as she accepts the napkin, and raises it in a 'cheers' fashion to Belinda. "An' I'll be all right, pup. Been in worse scrapes with better men than /that/." she gives a roll of her eyes, "Though I'm /loathe/ to think what might be said if someone found out about my encouraging you two to be so violent." Nettie states with a shrug. "But for now? I think we all deserve all the junk food we can carry in our little arms." Nettie smiles, and she exhales.

    It won't solve the problem, no, but it felt so damn *good* to protect her neighborhood.

    She's sure Addie would forgive her.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    And if this were a Marvel TV Show, the stinger would be Belinda and Tommy, sitting in vintage movie seats with old fashioned 3D Glasses, each surrounded by piles of junk food as they restore their calories, Nettie holding a bag of popcorn for Corvax, who has his own small set of 3D glasses, and the Greywitch relaxing that she still has it to punch Nazis after eighty years.