15861/Squish and Tell

Squish and Tell
Date of Scene:	14 September 2023
Location:	Apartment 701
Synopsis:	Closing out old scene
Cast of Characters:	Harper Row, Kara Danvers

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Harper Row has posed:
Harper Row is off the clock. While such a clever girl should be paying back her sleep debt like she should be sliding dollars at her credit card, she's doing neither. She's doing a movie marathon. And she's tagging in another, because she's still rolling with that curious mix of post-Work, post-Vigilante shift energy. The kind of energy that has her mouth moving fast and without a filter.

She craves bad snacks, bad movies and good company. She's put out a call for a super person to inflict her questionable choice in unwinding ritual. To empty her mental recycle bin, what she needs is carbs and sugar and to play some favourites.

Bowls are out, drinks are out, and dominating light source is the television screen and winking lights of consoles and media players. Her couch faces her ~entertainment~ center like a certain miscreant in a Clockwork Orange, promising to bathe viewers in radiation. But luckily it can serve as a fortress of comfitude, duvets and pillows and plenty of seating to stretch out or slouch.

"Face Eaters from the Forbidden zone..." she checks off some of the others, wondering at what hellish rotation she should go with for her guest to really appreciate. "...Butcher Bikers from the Badlands...The Blab...The Blab 2: Blabbening...Oh oh...Sapphire the Slayer..." she adds with a flourish of bad european accent, "...Ex-tended Edition."

Harper herself is in a set of PJ's that are well-loved and too soft to admit to allies and friends. Secret softy sleepwears.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara doesn't do much sleeping. It's not that she leads a life that lends itself to losing sleep over the things she does, nor is she a particularly anxious person by nature, no... no she just doesn't require any. Not like human's do, anyways. A few minutes here and there everyone once in a while is about all she really has to sleep... unless she wants to.

It's the same as food. No real hunger that she's ever felt.

Excepting that she freakin' loves carbs!

So when the call went out, Kara was quick to agree. Showing up at an appropriate length of time that wouldn't make her seem like she streaked across the country at subsonic speeds after stopping long enough to grab a pair of PJs of her own.

There is the briefest, oh so softest, knock of the back of her knuckles against Harper's window. Where floats the Supergirl. In one of Owen's hockey shirts and Wonder Woman fuzzy Pajama pants. When she's seen, she breaks into a big goofy grin and wave. "It's Kara." As if Harper couldn't tell.

Harper Row has posed:
Harper's face turns at the knocking at her window. She should have expecting that rather than the door. A window is just another way in and out to her and her friends after all. It's like a door. But on a scale of the bestest ways to make an entrance, it definitely is always top tier. Bluebird has snuck through a few, smashed through a few, but floating outside one is still surreal in the best kind of way.

Harper actually waves first before hurrying over and lifting the sill to make an easier way of crossing the threshold. A gust of Gotham air comes in, like it was trying to bud in line, making Harper's blinds flick-flack and send the pull-cord swaying. "Hey! Come in!"

Harper backs up, and with a quick look behind her, gives a gentle heel-kick to an old retro controller across the floor to go hang with the dust bunnies. It collides with a silhouette of something positively prehistoric but way softer, which Harper crouches down to quickly snatch and stuff up the back of her shirt for now. Her hair is a bit messy, and the kohl around her eyes has gone the same place as everything else when she cleaned up. She looks...exfoliated, but happy and a little glowy. But that could be the stupid big TV screen jury-rigged against the far wall. "You're gonna love what I've got lined up. Primo stuff. Almost like a mini festival of flicks. And enough food you won't be able to soar afterwards. Bwahahah...No matter how bad the film. Hope the flight over was easy peasy. Murphy's law as soon as tights come off, there's that chance of a call for help, amirite?" She's guzzled a Monster or 2.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara swings into the window when it's opened and peers around the apartment with that same goofy grin on her face. Every place is wonderful, at least that's the impression she always seems to effortlessly give off no matter where she is... specifically when she sees the archaic looking remote go sliding towards the couch with the dust bunnies.

It doesn't get very far. Or rather, and more accurately, Kara moves so fast that it seems not to. In one moment she's standing by the window and in the very next moment she's turning the remote over in between her hands, peering down at it with widened eyes.

"I have seen one of these! I did not think anyone still used them... Does this work for a VHS machine? I have recently gotten myself a VHS machine with many VHS tapes. I truly love VHS." A flickering glance up at Harper. Whom may be speaking quickly, but not so much so that Kara can't follow what she's saying.

"I found one when I visited Divine's apartment and I have been fascinated by them every since. So pitiful, technologically, but incredible all the same! It's good to see you." Incoming for a hug! Arms wide, remote clutched in her palm. It is unlikely that whatever Harper hide behind her back was done so quickly enough, but the sudden interest in something old and technological has certainly distracted her curiosity.

"It was uneventful." That could mean anything to a Kryptonian, however.

"You look lovely. I was very excited about the invite. I don't get to get out enough."

Harper Row has posed:
Harper can't accurately follow the movement, but the clues to Kara's spiffy-fast passage are there, and she's wide-eyed and offering her own goofy grin in return. She didn't even blink! These energy drinks are great. Harper turns, the bunchback of Notredame, outline of her companion making her top swell. The soft plush is worked up by her shoulderblades and starts to push an elongated neck up past her collar. Some sort of lizard or dino maybe, with glossy eyes that are a semi-reflective dark void. Giving off the vibe of Harper being just a method of donkey for a tiny maestro 'Who rules HarperTown?'

"You're darn right." Harper says proudly, hoping the batteries aren't already leeched by the ancient lich of a remote. "I mean it works if you coax and coo, lightly tickle and burn a little incense. The tracking is da bomb. Can anything really be a classic if it ~doesn't~ have weird static lines crawling all over the screen?" Harper does ~not~ goofy laugh, but she's not far from a ~hyuck~ or ~garrsh~, the TV ambient light glancing off exposed teeth that almost give her an overbite of enthusiam.

Harper moves to bat at the duvet on the couch, thrown upon it to create a dangerous cocoon of enfolding warmth if one were to burrito oneself. "VHS is like...I dunno, like the wise old man from scene 24, it's got years on it. It's seen some things. Good stuuuuff."

Harper happily accepts the hug, indulges in receiving it. She gives a squeeze, unafraid she'll apply too much pressure. If the stuffie gets in on that squeeze, it's pretty yielding, making its head rear back along the saurian neck.

"Thanks! You're rocking it feet on the ground or off it. Oh my gawd, time off is golden, so it's pretty swell you could zoomie over. I ~promise~ it'll be worth it." She gives and extra squeeze to accentuate this bold proclamation. "What I'm going to show you may stagger the mind...ask it to comprehend truely corny situations, themes and sensibilities, delivered by arcane stone-age tech. Yea...pixel shadowpuppets of tales that someone actually put money up for to make. Human hubris and perhaps illegal substances to blame, but even the failures are glorious."

"Plus. Enough snacks to sink a flying saucer. Your tongue may never be the same."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara is careful about how much pressure she returns in the hug, but it is still a warm embrace. Smiling as they break and assume seating placement on the couch. Harper at her chosen and Kara with her knees pulled up inside the hockey jersey with her and both arms wrapped around the front of her shins. Putting int perspective how small she is for being one of the most powerful creatures on the face of the planet.

Small but FIERCE.

"I know this is going to sound absurd, but scary movies give me nightmares... I'm not nearly as super strong when I'm dreaming." Her lips pull back in a sheepish grin, but she's certainly not turning down the prospect of watching a few horror movies if that's the selection she's selected... and even less so inclined if snacks are involved.

It just means she'll have to claim a pillow to cover her face when something terrible happens on the screen. Nothing strange about that at all. "Oh! Is that Loch Nes? Nessie, the sea monster fabled from Ireland?" Pointing out the stuffie rearing it's head over Harper's shoulder. "What is his name?! I had no idea we were bring stuffies, I'd have brought mine too!"

Harper Row has posed:
Harper drops onto her portion of the couch like someone trying to take advantage of the thing's warranty. Her feet kick out a little, toes splaying, showing off how her lifestyle plays hell with the paintjob on her piggies. "Dreams are weird." She can empathize with the vulnerabilities present when the body is in recharge mode. "I know what you mean kinda, it's like the brain is always holding an Ace. And it wants to mess with you now and then. I know Hellhound Harbringers gave me a stupid fear of dogs for a month or two when I was little. The worst it'll do now though..." Harper trails off cryptically, leans forward and pulls the coffee table a little just-so. The Frankstein mix of chips is a tasty travesty, and the bowl she brings forward to offer Kara is a Witch's Cauldron of flavours.

Harper pauses and pouts her lips and her eyes side-long. Oh, that's what that slight tickle is back there. Doing a little shimmy and bending of limbs she grabs the little sneak by the neck and gently tugs Paddles the Pleiosaur out from her collar. "Oh. Heh, this old thing..." Yeah, she's trying to play it off as some old silly thing. Mannerisms, shrugging up of shoulders, she doth protest too much. Holding forth the bowl by the rim, the thunderlizard by the neck. Both for inspection and acquisition. "Paddles." she adds in a hushed whisper, "I think when I first got 'em, he came with a hat or a sash." she grins sheepishly.

She blinks, and tilts her head. "Wait, ~you~ have some?"

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara nods along with the explaination of how powerful the powers of the mind might be when engaged in sleep cycle. "I'm always powerless in my dreams. Just a regular person my age.. I wasn't born a Super Girl. On Krypton I was just a normal girl. Not even a very physically impressive normal girl, either... smart, by most standards I suppose. My mother was... is.. one of the most accomplished scientists on Krypton, so I had very big shoes to fit into."

Her smile wans slightly.

"It wasn't until I came to Earth that I became-" Her hands wave down the front of her legs, indicating herself, "-this. So my mind still registers me as just a 'person' when I'm dreaming. With all the fears and shortcomings that comes along with that. Being super strong doesn't make me infalible, mentally. It makes me very falible...Sometimes I feel very ... uh... inadaquete. Like all the praise I receive is based on things people see rather than who I am. This conversation is way too deep when there's an adorable stuffy in the room."

Both hands extend outward, "If I promise to bring Snaggle Tooth (She repeats his name in Kryptonese), can I hold him?"

Harper Row has posed:
Harper's eyes fixate on Kara on mentioning a smarty-pants Mom, and a scientist at that. She gets that kind of look someone gets when they want the Scoop exposee on all that stuff. She might have made a good news hound in an alternate dimension. The urge to pepper Kara could be so easily seen, telegraphed in the way she hunches her shoulders up like a vulture about to hoist its wings, or loom over a morsel.

"That's wild. That's a heck of a change, woah." she blows out her cheeks, and offers a laugh as her guest adroitly steers the subject away from deep depths into something altogether easier to relax and vibe with. "Smart by all the important standards, if there is such a thing." Harper gives a nod as if to punctuate this with a special seal of approval.

Harper's mouth works over that new Kryptonese word, tongue arching to try and parrot it. "Deal." She takes a deep breath and prepares to make the hand-off. "I mean, it's one of the the safest places he could be." she adds. And there's a little jockeying for proper alignment, like she was handing over a real live miniature stoically silly prehistoric Nessie for sanctuary. "Absolutely. He only bites baddies. He's a sucker for gals. Not a fan of going in the bathtub though, strangely enough." she offers a wry grin.