15928/A Bunny Fit to be Measured

A Bunny Fit to be Measured
Date of Scene:	24 September 2023
Location:	The Tailor Shoppe
Synopsis:	Bunny and Mark travel to the West Coast to visit Mark's tailor and an unexpected guest, Nolan Grayson. Introductions made, dinner invites sent. New costume is on the way to be procurred for Bunny!
Cast of Characters:	Mark Grayson, Bunny Macleod

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Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark had made a few calls while Bunny was in her downtime recovery. Now that she seemed to be doing well, he decided to show up at the apartment early in the morning, carrying a pair of goggles.

"Good morning!" he calls out as he comes downstairs after putting in the code. "Do you have some warm clothes and your helmet? We have an appointment on the other side of the country. Art said he could work you in!" He bounces on the balls of his feet in excitement, already dressed in his own costume.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny had been on her couch in a pair of slouch pants (which are old jeans that have holes everywhere and are missing a pocket on her butt), and a chunky, rainbow-knit sweatshirt that had a kitten rolling after some yarn balls stitched to it.

    She blinks a moment, still not quite awake (half a waffle is sticking out of her mouth), and then she hops to her feet as Beeper sticks his head over the walls of his kiddie pool.

    She almost opens her mouth, but remembers right in time there's half a waffle sticking out of it, and she looks at Mark dressed up ready to move, and then it computes in her head what he's said.

    "Art. Your Tailor. Your Tailor. Can see me? TODAY?" she squeaks out, and then she takes a deep breath, and strips out of the sweater as she runs to her Pile O' Clean Clothes, and begins to assemble. Pull on the warm winter leggings, a tutu skirt in yellows and blues, a T-shirt with 'CHANGE IS INEVITABLE' scrawled on it in yellow, and then grabs her winter jacket and her sky blue helmet, pulling on a pair of socks one-footed. "Should I wear skates? Sneakers? Heels?"

Mark Grayson has posed:
She is just totally adorbale when she's caught off guard, Mark realizes. He just has to lean against the wall to watch her as she scrambles to change. "Do you want skates to be part of the costume? You can bring them with you so he could get ideas?" he suggests.

The goggles are set down on the counter. "You're going to need those, since I'm flying you there." he continues. "And we're going to be at about 9000 feet, so make sure you're warm. I'll keep you protected as best I can. Make sure to pack a snack!" Just in case she needs it.

"Word of warning? Art loves putting letters on costumes, so make sure if you don't want that, you're firm with your no."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Kinda like how the yellow on your outfit forms a lower-case 'i'?" Bunny asks as she looks back at Mark, and she thinks a moment "Just if I pass out due to altitude, make sure you come lower until I wake up. I don't wanna miss anything!" she states with a smile, pulling on her winter jacket and wrapping a scarf around her neck. And under her helmet as she adjusts the padding in it, and she looks at the goggles.

    "... are those new? For me?" she questions as she grabs her pink rose-covered roller skates and pulls them on, tying them quickly.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"I figured if I'm going to be flying more often, they'd be helpful do you don't get your eyes dried out. That hurts." he admits, before Mark watches, making sure she's set. "And yes, that's how I ended up with a little i and my dad had a big o."

With that, he's turning to leave, giving Beeper a little pat. "We'll be home in time for dinner." comes the encouragement as he starts up the stairs.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "GEEP!" Beeper states, and then goes back to sleep in his nest of blankets, curled up with a tyranosaurus plushie.

    Bunny picks up the goggles, and she gives them a toss on her hand. "These are a bit more heavy-duty than the sports ones I used." she states, slipping them on, securing the head strap and the chin strap.

    "O for OBVIOUSLY OMNIMAN." Bunny gives a wry grin up at Mark.

    "Hokay. How do I look?" she asks, holding her arms out and wiggling them. She's wearing enough layers that they can't come down all the way.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Like Ralphie's little brother in Christmas Story." Mark responds, amusement on his face as he watches her waddle about cutely. "And yeah, I was worried about the thinner pair coming off." Moving forward, he lifts Bunny into his arms and settles her into a princess carry so she can wrap her arms around his neck.

"We're going to be moving fast, so hold on tight. It should take about two hours to get there, we can stop for a snack on the way." With that suggestion made, he starts to rise into the air, carrying his girlfriend with him.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Oooh snacktime." Bunny asks, looping an arm over Mark's shoulder as he picks her up.

    "So what's the in-flight movie on Invincible Air today?" she asks with a bright grin.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Whatever you can put on your phone and spotty wi-fi?" Mark sticks out his tongue at Bunny. Past the buildings they go, higher and higher until they pass through a cloud bank. "And away we go."

She'll feel a subtle push and then she's suddenly pressed to Mark as he goes from zero to sub-mach in a few seconds and a moment later, he's saying to her. "Hold your breath and put up a shield directly on you!" And with a push after she's ready, there's a loud audible...

**POP!!!**

...as the pair breaks the sound barrier and quickly leaves New York City behind.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny sticks her tongue out at Mark, and she holds to him a little tighter as she looks at the alleyway falling away before her. Her fingers curl a little bit, her eyes going wide before she takes a little breath, and then -- with a shimmer against her skin, she holds her breath, holds her shield, and holds Mark close before they break the sound barrier.

    She'd never gone this fast before, or this high. The boom doesn't affect her much, the sound being leaft behind as they travel at supersonic speeds, watching the countryside fade and move distantly below them as she leans her head very slightly to one side. She can't mvoe too much, pinned against Mark with his speed.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark warned her. They are quickly streaking across the sky. What looks distant for a moment passes by quickly. He shifts his arm to bring up his phone. He had downloaded a map along with a altimeter and speedometer.

They are already closing in on PITTSBURGH, with the map showing a long arc across the United States mainland and a current speed of Mach 1.7. He had told her he can go faster, but he doesn't want to press it. And give her time to hold her shield and for him to keep her safe from the elements.

He had just seen a documentary about a pilot that got stuck hanging out halfway from his plane cockpit -- and he was not about to let that happen to Bunny.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Downtown Pittsburgh where the Gates building will be lit up in the evening and the sun sparkles on the Glass Castle, where PNC Park is green and HEINZ FIELD because no Pittsburgher is gonna call it ACRISURE STADIUM (them jagoffs), and she has to let down her shield, feeling hte biting wind, the cold of the high winds ripping through her clothes. She forces a breath, turning her head into Mark's chest so that she has warm air, and then bubbles again. She can't really take in too much of the sights, but at least her eyes aren't watering and feeling dry! They're very comfortable in her new favorite pair of goggles!

Mark Grayson has posed:
Once they are past Pittsburgh, and the remainder of Ohio, they turn slightly, continuing across the Plains States. They are flat, boring and nothing much to look at. Kansas, Nebraska, all very flat. And boring.

His next slowdown for a moment as he rises a little higher in the sky, the altimeter clicking to 9500 feet as they start to pass by the first ridges, rises and then the full range of the Rockies. Snow has started to cap some of the summits, promising for what may be a decent skiing season. They continue through the range and Mark slowly starts to make his descent.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Plains states are a bit boring, but seeing the wide open sky was something Bunny might never get tired of -- aside from jaunts to the alps when she was a little tyke, and Mark's surfing date, she'd never left the Eastern seaboard -- mostly never left the Tri-City area. She brings her hands down a minte, trying to warm them as they go up and over the Rockies, holding her breath for most of it and turning her head into Mark's chest to breath -- if only to break the wind!

    They were beautiful, of course. Jagged like broken teeth.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Finally, they come lower, and lower. Mark settles down in a non-descript parking lot in a strip mall. There's various stores, a vape shop, a convience store with gas pump, a discount store. And finally a shop that simple is labeled as 'Tailor Shoppe'.

"We're here." Mark comments with a bright smile, "Tried to go as fast as I could without hurting you. Are you alright?" he's looking her over, brushing down her shoulders and back.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Brrrrrrrrr...." BUnny shivvers "That was worse than the ice bath as we went over the mountains --" Bunny replies, hopping up and down to pump blood and feeling back into her veins, and wearing entirely too many clothes for the current climate. "Think there can be an optional pull-over that helps my faaaaaa---" she pauses, and looks around her.

    "... I dunno what I was expecting, but a strip mall wasn't it. No volcanos? Or vicious guard creatures? Not even a really mean parrot?"

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark kisses Bunny quickly to try to warm her. "There, we'll get a scarf or something for the trip back?" he suggests as they start to walk towards the shop, his hand reaching for hers. "I tried to keep your expectations low!" comes the chirpped comment as he opens the door to the shop.

An older man stands up from behind the counter. He's in his late 60s, easily, a tuft of white hair on the top of his head and a band around his temples of white. "As I live and breathe, I thought you'd wait to show up from New York, Mark!" Rising to his feet, he comes around the counter and gives the young hero a hug.

"Couldn't wait!" Mark admits. "This is Prisma, she's a Young Avenger and she needs help with a change of clothes that can put up with our line of work."

Art comes over, looking over Bunny. "I haven't done a ladies costume in a while, but if Mark's sweet on ya, I'd be happy to take a crack at it!" He gestures. "Let's step into my lab..." he suggests, opening the door to the basement.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny gives a small laugh as she's kissed, nose wrinkling a little bit as she's lead up the steps to the door to the shop. She's pulling off some of her layers so that she can breathe a little more easily, pushing her goggles up a little as she gives a small smile, watching the man greet Mark like they're Old Friends. Probably because they are.

    "Hello sir!" she greets him politely, and offers her hand. "Mark's said nothing but wonderful things about you and your work." she gives a bright smile.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Well, if Mark's vouching for me, that's some high praise." Art extends his hand to Bunny. "Art Rosenbaum. Mark used your official name, so I'm not gonna pry, okay if I call you Miss Prisma?" he asks. Turning before she can answer, he's flipping on a light switch and leading the pair down the stairs.

Coming to the basement, there's tables with cloth set out. Several costumes hanging up on a rack, and a wrapped package. "Those are the replacements you asked for, Mark." he explains. "Saw on the news you had one damaged."

"Thanks!" Mark says with a grin.

And with this, his attention turns to Bunny. "So Prisma. What a lovely imagnitive picture." He goes over and grabs a notepad. "How do you feel about a letter P breaking the light into it's rainbow?" he suggests. "White at the top, into the Prism P and then into your multicolored skirts?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "He got wrecked." Bunny tacks onto Mark's thanks, and she takes a deep breath. "You can call me Bunny if you want to. Mark trusts you enough to bring me to you. Good enough for me." she gives a bright, slightly buck-toothed smile at that, blue eyes squinching shut a little before she considers.

    "Young Avengers have a tendency to change names around depending on different things. And I might end up with a different code name going on some tasks if I end up working with the Regular Avengers, so a P is kinda out of the question. That and everyone's gonna assume I'm something like Princess Colorful or Shield Power or something. East Coast heroes, y'know?" Bunny's nose wrinkles a moment.

    "I have some pictures of my typical patrol outfits on my phone." she pats herself down... once... twice... and then manages to find it somewhere in the third layer of clothing she's wearing, and procedes to pull of a gallery marked PATROL. And in it? Every patrol outfit Mark's seen her in, and some he hasn't. Which typically are leggings, a tight bind up at the top with the compression top under colorful T-shirts ranging from 'SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL SUPERHEROS' to 'EAT AT ANGELO'S PIZZA'. And goggles, no masks.

    "I've given it a lot of thought, and I've been getting hit a lot in the fore-arms, so I think long sleeves with integrated gloves might be a good idea, but I skate -- so I'll need wrist protectors, elbow pads, knee pads and -- ah... well I can provide my own skates. If that's not a thing you do. BUt I was also thinking maybe some arm protection like in the shinobi video games integrated with wrist protectors and support, weighted since there is no *way* I'm punching as hard as Mark is, and maybe shin guards too?" she asks with quiet consideration.

    "But I mean, you're the expert. I've just been thinking about this a long,long, long time and kinda buying stuff outta Goodwill and Salvation Army that gets trashed pretty quick. I'm not nearly as tough on my gear as Mark is. I don't face *Nearly* the crazy strong people he does."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Everyone's a critic." Art murmurs as he waits for Bunny to dig the phone out of her clothing. And when she presents it to him, he starts flipping through the images and making 'eh' noises on occassion. "So it's Thrift Shop meets Roller Princess... okay, okay."

"I'd even suggest a kevlar linining in the forearm guards if that is where you are taking the majority of yer hits." He nods, making notes, comparing her costumes to what she is describing. He takes pieces of her pictures, drawing a rough sketch. "I notice a lot of tutu, we went with a lighter leather, something that can provice a little extra protection. Arm protection, shin guards. Incorporating a helmet into the design. Never can influence those young-ins!" he announces looking between the two of them.

"Yes, I can make this work. And it will be tough enough that if you use it for regular patrols and the like, you'll only need to switch it out once a year or if you start to grow. We can do two costumes. Maybe a third, a reverse color scheme for when you want to change it up. You want need to worry about thrift store shopping much anymore..."

Then a new voice sounds out. It's deep and gravlely as he speaks with the type of authority that one would expect from a Superman or Batman or some mix of the two. "I will be happy to assist you and my son to make sure you do not have to worry about that again."

Mark turns around in shock. He recognizes that voice, that build, imposing and despite being depowered for twenty years, he still looks powerful. "Dad, how did you...?!"

Art looks apologetic. "We were having beers when you called to set the appointment for Bunny, Mark."

"What I am concerned about, Mark, is why you didn't call your mom or I to tell us you'd be in town?" Nolan asks.

"I have class on Monday, I didn't have time..."

"You can make the time."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "It's been Thrift Shop meets Roller Derby meets Sparkle Goth, but I'm open to design updates -- just not super obvious letters." Bunny replies to Art, and she gives a nod aboutt he kevlar lining on the foerarms, already considering the shifts in her balance and now she'll have to adapt, and she takes off her helmet bully, shaking out her low ponytails and was about to say something when she hears a voice. BATMA... no. No, not Batman, or Iron Man, or even Kate Bishop. She snaps her be-goggleged gaze up, her mouth opening slightly and then closing as her brain makes the following statement: asdhfaskdjhklgahkdjghalskdjfhl -- crraaaaaaaap.

    Bunny folds her hands into her lap, and slooooowly moves slight behind Mark, clearly already intimidated.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Nolan raises his brows at the pink-haired girl that retreats behind his son and forgets the argument about his son's unannounced visit with a sigh of his breath and a lift of his brow. "Well?" he asks Mark directly.

"Well?" Mark repeats, just for Art to speak up. "Think he's saying you need to make with the introductions, kid." A chuckle from the tailor that may not be as terrifying?

"OH!" Mark realizes and ahems, moving aside, destroying Bunny's cover. "Dad, this is Bernice Macleod, my girlfriend. We met at a skating event and bonded after fighting Kobra at the Statue of Liberty." He knows dad saw that on the news.

"Bunny... which is what she goes by," so Nolan knows. "This is my dad, Nolan Grayson, travel and sci-fi writer." He leaves out the whole Omni-Man bit simply because he doesn't want to tread that ground.

Nolan steps forward - he's much bigger and taller than his son. He looks down at the young woman and extends his hand. "A pleasure, Miss Macleod. When Art told me you were visiting, I did not want to miss the chance to invite you -- and Mark -- to dinner with me and Mark's mother. She's even threaten to break out the baby pictures."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    And Mark's not exactly small or short. Bunny hops up to her skates and, treading a moment, clears her head as Nolan steps forward. She gives as bright a smile as she can manage. That charming, my-dad-is-a-millionaire smile from her youth before she would CRUSH the opposition in piano recitals.

    "Please, evernyone calls me Bunny," she brings her hand up and grasps Nolan's in a firm business handshake. "I'm pretty sure my dad has some of your travel books about Northern Europe on his bookshelf in the office." she smiles up to Nolan Grayson.

    "OH, well if she's breaking out the baby pictures, that's a pretty serious invitation!" she comments, though clearly she's covering her being flustered as she looks to Mark, and then back to Nolan. "If Mark can make the time, I don't mind staying for dinner. He's got something of a stricter schedule than I do."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Bunny. You were supposed to be Mark's side! Betrayl by girlfriend wanting to see baby pictures.

Nolan chuckles. "See, Bunny's being sensible, Mark." he explains, "You'll get there, eventually." Like 500 years from now. But, he gently shakes Bunny's hand and offers a smile to the young woman. "I'll send you the one about Italy, it details how I met Debbie." he suggests. "So, if Mark trusts you enough to bring you to his tailor, what else has he told you?" he asks, and then over to Art. "When you get the design done, put it on my tab."

Art tips his fingers against his temple in a salute. "You got it, Nolan!"

Mark frowns a little, he knows that Bunny will probably have wanted to buy this herself. "Dad..." he starts to protest.

"No... no." Nolan turns to look at his son. "You brought her here, least I can do is help, right?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Look, how do you say 'oh no thanks, I don't want to dine with you and your wife' to a guy who even depowered looks like he could STILL break people in half no problem.

    This is how Bunny ended up playing piano for a date with Tony Stark and Pepper Potts.

    "Ah, well that he's also a superhero, but we kinda figured out who each other were after finding Kobra at the Statue of Liberty and going out for post-operation hotdogs -- I know New York city like the back of my hand, y'know, so I knew the best little trailer to get hotdogs at and it was super tasty, but I also know he knows how to surf and let him take me surfing in spite of the fact that I have crippling thalasasafrassaphobia--" that's Thalassophobia Buns -- "because I trust him enough to not let me fall or drown and die horribly. Oh! And that you and Mrs. Grayson are extremely great parents because everyone on the East Coast loves Mark. My exes are still friends and they love Mark, all my friends like Mark, my bosses like Mark, seriously, a-plus parenting job on this one sir!" she states. She probably didn't even breathe.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Nolan is taken aback by everything that Bunny is rattling off to him about his son, which he may already know. "Thalassophobia." he offers to her in a bit of encouragement. "I think I understood most of that, but what I didn't hear in there is how /you/ feel about Mark." He might be teasing her. Just a little.

"Then it's settled. You two will be our guests for dinner and if it gets to be too late, you can just sleep in Mark's room."

And before Mark says anything, "We'll set Mark up the guest bed in your mother's office." Oh good, Mark doesn't quite turn every conceivable shade of red that might be in existance.

Art clears his throat, "So if we're done hazing the new couple, I do still need to get her measurements and figure out the materials for her costume. The kid says that you got some-kinda shielding power?" Art asks Bunny for clarification as he goes to get his kit and gestures to the fitting platform.

"Take off the skates and take a step into my lab." he offers to Bunny. "We'll make this quick."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny blinks, and then looks to Mark, and then looks back up to Nolan.

    "I trust him with my family, my home and my life. I pretty much love him endlessly 'cause I wouldn't have let him fly me three thousand miles on a whim otherwise -- I would have at LEAST finished breakfast." she replies with an earnest smile.

    And she's bright red herself as it's announced she can sleep in Mark's room, and she opens her mouth to protest before it's announced Mark'll sleep in the guest bed.

    She leans over to take off her skates, and she is in mismatched socks -- one is pink with carrots, the other is blue with beluga whales on it, and she breathes out, showing exactly how short she is compared to... well. Everyone in the room.

    "Ah, yeah -- I once got a scientific explaination about how it's manipulation of solid-light molecules, but really I just create bubbles or shields. I know they can withstand holding up a building." she offers in explaination.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Nolan chuckles a little. "Not the answer I was expecting, but somehow expected." He turns his attention to Mark, looking like he is about to say something, but decides. "I'll go let Debbie know to expect two extra plates tonight. The cell reception down here is terrible."

Art chuckles, even if he is taller than Bunny as well. He grabs his tape measure and asks Bunny, "Are you wanting to keep your skirts at mid-thigh, like your tu-tu, or do you want something a little longer? Bike shorts built in?"

Mark watches his dad head up the stairs and sucks in a breath before returning his attention to Bunny and Art. When he meets Bunny's eyes, he fidgets a little, blushing so much that even the tips of his ears are red. For once, he doesn't even know what to say, because well, Bunny just stole his heart, all over again.

Art notices Mark's reaction and chuckles, looking up at Bunny with a wink. "Kid never stood a chance, did he?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Ah, anything longer and less-flouncy and it'll need slits up the sides like a cheongsam, 'cause of the way I use my skates to get around a field. Those shields also act like ramps for me to make the field three-dimensional to move around in." Bunny replies thoughtfully "but the bike shorts are a definite 'need'. Can't go around flashin' the underoos to everyone right?" she offers as a joke, and she looks over to Mark.

    And she gives a warm smile, her head tilting down a little bit.

    "Neither of us did. It was just like 'boom' and suddenly the hotdogs weren't important anymore."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Young love's an important thing." Art says as he takes measurements and makes his way up. "Compression top or something for a natural bust?" he asks professionally as he cinches the tape around her waist and starts to take arm measurements.

Mark has finally cooled off enough. "We didn't even get through lunch before I was asking her out for real." he admits a little sheepishly. "Next thing I know, I'm spending more time at her place than in my dorm room." A quick pause.

"Do /not/ tell my dad that!"

"Hey, hey!" Art laughs. "You two are old enough to fight alien snakes or whatever, ain't my place to rat you out because you want to do what lovers what to do!" he points out, a measurement of Bunny's neck and more notes.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Compression top. It's hard to do backflips when your gravity is altered by these things!" Bunny points at her breasts, which are in fact currently in a compression top because of aerodynamics and flights!

    "Well, my place *is* bigger. And has a stove. Many cushions. Deeper tub for post-fight ice baaaaa--" her brain catches up to what Art said as he gets his measurements, and her cheeks and ears turn bright red as her cheeks puff out, with her doing her best impression of a cabbage patch kid.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Thankfully, for both Bunny and Mark, Art seems to be done. He releases Bunny. "You can put back on your skates, kiddo." Mark is Kid, Bunny is now Kiddo. "If you have a tailor shop near your place, I can Fed-Ex it over when I'm done. Should take a couple of weeks. You can try it on at home and if you need any modifications, well you already know the kid has my number. It was a pleasure meeting you."

And Art leans up and whispers to Bunny. "You make him happy too, if you ain't noticed."

Mark approaches Bunny, ready to help her with the skates. "I'm pretty sure my dad's going to want to drive us over."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Thank you, Art. I really appreciate the opportunity to work with you and... ah... no, I don't really have a tailor near me that I use. Literally Goodwill and crossed fingers." Bunny gives a smile and goes to shake Art's hand, still blushing.

    "We make each other happy, and isn't that the secret of any relationship?" she smiles back at him -- and accepts her skates and slips her feet in, lacing up.

    "Well, that... makes sense? After all I'm just the East Coast girlfriend, I dunno where anything is!" she lilts with a laugh.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"I'll send it to your place then. Kid, get me the address!"

Oh man, Mark is going to have to share that Bunny lives in the apartment beneath a piano club? Hopefully Art doesn't share that information. He quickly scribbles down the address as Art returns the handshake.

Mark comes over to offer his hand to Bunny to help her up the stairs and waves as they head up to join his dead and head off.

Art, left alone, goes to start looking over the material and notes, clappping his hands. "Well, that was fun! Who's up for Chinese?"