15904/Pool side escape

Pool side escape
Date of Scene:	21 September 2023
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Rooftop Pool
Synopsis:	Random gathering of Avengers just trying to unwind.
Cast of Characters:	Greer Grant, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Scott Lang

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Greer Grant has posed:
There's a hint of fall to come in the air but Tigra seems more like she's clinging to the summer, here at the pool. She is, of course, dressed in her usual bikini, so was already suitably attired for a poolside, especially one as tropically themed as this one is. Befitting the bikini, the tiger woman is currently doing laps in the pool, leanly muscled arms pulling her through the water while powerful legs kick to propel her, coming up for air less often than a normal person might. She reaches the end of the pool, taps the side, twists about and leaps into the air to dive back gracefully into the water, driving deep and working her way back to the surface as she heads towards the far end again.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova is currently settled over along the pool. It's business as usual for her - in front of her she has several holographic displays setup that are from a recent SHIELD operation. Holograms show off the damage from the alien raid, as well as the aftermath - the alien bodies (those left in any sort of coherent corpse, at least), their weapons, and other titems seized.

Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce makes his way up to the pool. Unlike his alter ego, Bruce is strong enough to get blown away by a stiff wind. He's a nerd and he looks like one in his plain black swim trunks, grey towel on his shoulder.

Seeing someone swimming already, he pauses and reconsiders. His eyes find Natasha and sees the hologram files. The thought of a swim seems to have abandoned him in favor or seeing what she might be looking at. He passes the pool and looks down into the water, seeing Tigra in the water. The joys of living in a mansion against your desires, not much privacy.

He approaches Natasha and asks her,"What is that?" Curious and not good at social cues, he more or less arrives without much warning in her general area, though smart enough to not me in arms reach.

Greer Grant has posed:
Privacy is not something Tigra would want to give up, to be certain. That is to say, she would not want to give up the option to retreat into privacy. Not running a risk of turning into a rage machine helps with not having that problem. She reaches the end of the pool, the end furthest away from the others, and surfaces, treading water briefly as she pulls hair out of her eyes. She then climbs up out of the pool and stands at the side of it a moment, letting some water fall away from her, and after a quick glance around to confirm a safety zone, gives herself a brisk shake to toss more water off her fuzzy form.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would glance over at Bruce, shutting off the holo-images after a moment. "A recent incursion by an unknown extraterrestrial group that seemed to be raiding a small rural area to take captives for likely experimentation. A strike team engaged them and neutralized them. They were.. OF an eclectic nature. No known ties so far to any major extraterrestrial entities."

Bruce Banner has posed:
Oblicious to the fact he just got "classified info" blocked, he merely nod and replies,"Well at least you neutralized them. That would be all we need, another alien invasion attempt." he suggests and does move on to put his towel on a chair.

Tygra climbing out of the pool gets a glance and when she starts to shake off the water, he grabs the towel and moves it back one chair. It's not that he is too worried about getting wet or maybe he is. Regardless he offers her a polite nod and moves to the edge of the pool and contemplates jumping in.

Greer Grant has posed:
Another, briefer shake to get some more of the clingy water off and then, still dripping somewhat, Tigra steps over to where her own towel is, offering Bruce a friendly nod in return before she takes it up and starts the toweling off process. "How bad was it?" she asks Natasha, tail flicking a bit. "They able to get away with any civilians?"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would sigh, "They were rather.. Distinctive. A cell of roughly a dozen. Primarily composed of a moderately potent group of psionics and a smaller group of robots or modified cyborgs used for capture operations of civilians. They were terminated and their craft was seized. It's currently undergoing analysis, as are the bodies taken. The civilians suffered minimal physical trauma. They will likely require significant counseling."

Steve Rogers has posed:
Those with sensitive enough ears might hear footsteps coming up the stairs from below, and then the door swinging open for the person to exit out onto the roof. Steve Rogers steps out. He's wearing jeans, boots, and a white t-shirt, with a brown leather jacket overtop. He has a baseball cap on, which either means he was at a Mets game, or else he was trying to go incognito. Because yes, a baseball cap really disguises well who he is.

Dangling from Steve's hand is a bag from a burger joint a few blocks away. Not a fast food one, a New York eatery. The other hand holds a beverage container. Steve glances around at those by the pool as he makes his way over to them. "Hello, everyone," he says, flashing one of his pleasant smiles at his teammates as he goes to take a seat on some of the pool furniture.

Bruce Banner has posed:
Shaking his head, Bruce loses interest in the general alien invasion statistics. Not his thing. He drops into the water and then comes back to the surface to tread water a moment.

Not the world's strongest swimmer, he starts to make his way to the other end of the pool. He makes his way to the surface and takes a few breaths before deciding to go back to the other end.

Greer Grant has posed:
A small grimace from Tigra to Natasha. "Well, at least they're alive to get that counseling. Hopefully you can learn something about the attackers. If you need help dealing with them, let me know." She's currently toweling off after having been swimming, standing a bit to the side to keep her dripping more isolated. Her ears certainly are sensitive enough to have heard Steve's approach, and she smelled his burger even earlier. "Hey, Cap," she greets him, seeing through the baseball cap disguise. Might work better if he were trying to be incognito at a Captain America museum or something.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would glance over at Steve, "Captain, I hope the day finds you well." Her giving a nod over at Bruce as he would go to focus on the water and his swimming. She would go to fold he rhands together and going back to her holos.

Scott Lang has posed:
Scott is just wandering about the place. He's going into room after room, as long as they're not private. Honestly, he loses track of what is where sometimes. A good refresher is in order.

After a while he wanders up to the roof and pauses at the sight, "I almost forgot this was here!" Although the clothing would say otherwise since it's a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt that's faded from wear.

Unlike Tigra, Scott doesn't recognize Steve right away. Scott waves to the group, "Hey everyone. Been a while. Too long," he admits honestly on that front. "What did I miss?" A lot, he guesses. Probably something to deal with aliens, too.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve Rogers gives another nod and smile back to the small group. "Well enough," he replies to Natasha. "And hungry. I only have one burger, but if anyone wants to steal some fries, you're welcome to," he says, pulling out a wrapped burger and a container of fries from the bag. The fries are placed where they invite others to filch one or more.

The burger begins to be unwrapped as Steve glances towards the hologram that Natasha is studying, but doesn't say anything of it. Steve's head swivels as Scott Lang emerges on the rooftop recreation area. "Scott, been wondering how you've been doing. New tales to fill us in of your exploits?" he asks.

Bruce Banner has posed:
Looking up from the pool, Bruce nods to Scott. Recognition. Settling back into the water, he starts to make a lap across the pool once more. Again, it is slow going, but he starts back across the water.

As usual, the good doctor is caught up in his own thoughts and his own focus strays from everyone else for the time being.

Greer Grant has posed:
Mostly toweled off now, Tigra rummages around in a bag and digs out a brush. She takes a seat and starts tending to her fur, starting with her arms, smoothing out the fur and getting some more water out. "That's definitely a good smelling burger, though. Where did it come from? I need to go by there and try one." A friendly wave to Scott. "Isn't it great? One of the best parts of the mansion."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The approach of Scott gets a glance over from Natasha, "ANd any fresh outstanding warrants that we should be ready to have Ms. Walters available as representation for?" Tha twas the equivalent of Natasha attempting to make small time and teasing . Not her best skill.

"I'm fine, thank you Captain." The MRE packet on a nearby table a sign of what she had just eaten.

Scott Lang has posed:
"Yeah! Teaching Cassie how to drum. It's going great and it's so going to annoy her mother!" Scott doesn't quite say win-win, because coparenting. Yet, somehow he isn't seeing a downside to this plan. "Other than that. Just explorin' what all can be done with a Pym Particle and how it can effect people," he says going into some of the research done. Well, the broadstrokes of it anyway.

Oh, the smell of that burger has his stomach grumbling. "Is there another one of those?" he asks just making sure.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve Rogers takes a bite of his burger and sighs as he chews it, seeming to confirm Greer's estimation of its tastiness. Once he's able to speak politely again, Steve says, "It's from Alphonso's, 2 blocks east. Great greasy burgers. And Vidalia onions are in season, which just elevates them to a whole new level," he says with a smile. "Though someone said there is some Peruvian onion that is a lot like it that might be available more than just this time of year?"

Yet another thing that went into Steve's notebook of new things since he went into the ice, to investigate some day.

Steve takes another bite, while his eyes go to the MRE packet. "You know," he ventures, "We ate those kind of things in the war. Well, those are probably better. Though Sergeant Howlett could do wonders with a can of Spam. But the point was, we ate them because that's all we had." He waves his burger towards Natasha. "We also have cooks on duty downstairs." There is a bit of a teasing twinkle to his eye.

Steve gives Scott a shake of his head. "Didn't know anyone would be up here. But we could order some. From Alphonso's, or from the kitchen," he suggests.

Bruce Banner has posed:
Skinny guy is out of lung capacity. Two laps and he is crawling out of the pool. He shakes off a little, hopefully not hitting anyone at the far end of the pool. He starts his dripping self on a course for the chair where his towel is.

It's only now that Bruce realizes there are more people than before he went into the water. He nods to Scott, trying to remember something. It hits him and he nods again, this time to himself. A wave to Steve and he offers,"Captain Rogers. Not in the company of Lady Croft tonight?"

Greer Grant has posed:
An amused snort from Tigra at Scott's clear anticipation of what Cassie's mother will think. "I'm wondered what it'd be like, affected by those," she says of Pym particles. "Not sure the world's ready for a giant Tigra, though, and I certainly don't want to go the other direction." Tigra briefly glances vaguely eastward, not that she can see it, of course, but she's making a mental note. "I'll definitely try it out soon. Haven't heard of those Peruvian onions, but can't go wrong with Vidalias. One of Georgia's best exports." She grins a bit, crookedly, at Steve's teasing of Natasha. "They're better than C-rations, but can't touch real cooked food."

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanova would ah, "With a minimum of collateral damage then?" She just made the assumption that 'Scott' and 'Drums' would end very specifically. "And was that place around when you wer ea boy, Captain?" Her inquiry amused and mild. Sometimes institutions in the city lasted for eternity. Other times they were fleeting.

Scott Lang has posed:
Scott's making similar mental notes about that burger place. "It's a trip when you go big. Also, you crave things like vitamin C, three gallons of ice cold water, pineapple juice, and you sleep for half of a day at first. You -slowly- go through with it," he smirks a little bit. Remember the first time he went big and how hard he slept.

"Minimal so far. She doesn't have any cymbals yet," a keyword lingers there. "That could change things real quick," he grins knowing how bad that can be.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve returns a shake of his head to the question from Natasha. "Not that I recall anyway. I didn't spend a lot of time around these parts of Manhattan though. There are a number of places still around that I remember though," he replies to the super spy.

A gesture is given over to Scott, seeming to indicate the man himself as it kind of goes from feet to head. "It amazes me what you and Hank and Janet and company can do with those. I'd probably be afraid of stepping on... well, just about everything, were I ever to get as large as I've seen you. Not that you aren't careful with it, of course," Steve tells him.

He takes another bite of the burger then and replies to Bruce Banner, "She had her head buried in an old manuscript. Which is more interesting if I can at least read it. But I'll have to wait for the translation on this one. Figured I'd leave her without the interruption for a bit."

Bruce Banner has posed:
"That sounds interesting." Bruce comments. Not that he really sounds interested, but he's not the best at these things,"She's the adventuring type isn't she?" At least he's perceptive.

He looks to Scott and raises a brow,"Cymbals. Who do you hate and why?" he asks confused.

"I mean that's why you get cymbals for a child right? Someone needs to be driven crazy?" he reasons.

Greer Grant has posed:
Mostly brushed out, now, Tigra rises to her feet again and gives a brief stretch to loosen up her muscles. Towel, brush, etc are gathered back up with her bag. "Heading back downstairs to spend some time with a hair dryer. Good to see everyone," she says with a friendly wave to various gathered before heading out.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
As the group goes to talk of children, drums, hamburgers, and things of wistful local memories and food, Natasha would go to collect the datapadds she had. "I wish you all a pleasant day and weekend with only crisises of small, handlable scale for the next few days." As much as they're allowed, anyways.

Nodding her head at each of her teammates, heading out. Never the social one.

Scott Lang has posed:
"Have you ever tripped? Can you imagine what tripping can do in that state?" Scott poses the question honestly. "That's why I only go big when there's little to step on. I don't want that kind of accident on my conscience," he admits grimly. An accident on that level with be horrific.

Scott waves goodbye to the parting company. "I don't hate anyone. Just when she gets good, she's gong to use cymbals. Knowing my luck she'll find a song with a five to twenty minute cymbal solo," Scott will be equally impressed and horrified when that happens.

Bruce Banner has posed:
"Tripping could be dangerous in that state for sure." Bruce comments thoughtfully,"Believe me, I can relate to being wary of accidents. Accidents aren't recoverable sometimes."

He offers a wave to those leaving as well. He dries himself off more and tosses the towel aside for now,"Well, if you know she will get good at it..." he offers with a shrug.