16326/The Fro-Zone

The Fro-Zone
Date of Scene:	13 November 2023
Location:	Bronx Ice Park
Synopsis:	De Ice Puns, Dey Pucked up.
Cast of Characters:	Mary Jane Watson, Caleb Dykstra

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Mary Jane Watson has posed:
It's an ice skating rink that's been setup over in the Bronx. A parking lot (aka a demolished building) had been frozen over solid, some guard rails setup, and various New Yorkers were getting a (less than) winter wonderland. The 'ice' was frozen over partially with what was clearly sludge, muck, and gunk that had overflowed the lot and clay that hadn't been properly covered with concrete. But it was here, it wasn't along Manhattan ,and it was open to the public. So for many, it was as close as they'd get to the real thing.
    Even when marked by obscenities, swearing, and general malcontent. Keep it classy New York.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
So, as Sheila wanted to have a look at an ice rink, and Caleb had to pick up a few things for his school projects in this area, these two factors had led to the two siblings being here. His stuff in the car, he was watching from the outside of the rink, watching how she's in fact doing. He has a set of skating boots on his side, but he's never really had much enthusiasm for it.

Still, he considers joining to give her a hand... Not that she's doing poorly, mind you.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
It's generally fairly mild as far as a middle fall evening goes. Brisk, windy, but not that bad. At least until comes a cold.. Chill in the air. People breathing starts to come out in particles, and a collective shiver goes through the crowd (and some light confusion).

The source of it is readily available. Someone very, very tall wearing what looks like a deep sea diving suit colored blue, a clear helmet over his head showing a blue head underneath and a large, large glowing blue rifle in a hand.

In other words, it looks like Mister Freeze if he'd suddenly grown an extra foot, a few hundred additional pounds of muscle..

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
It's getting chilly out here... Really chilly.

He remembers how he faced Mr. Freeze back in Gotham about a year back, and the same pattern starts to worry him. But still, what the heck was he doing outside of Gotham?

Nevermind that. As a precaution, he starts to put on his ice skating boots.

And that's when his fears are confirmed... The ice guy, that's So-Not-Freeze shows up, and Caleb dives into the rink, headed straight for Sheila.

"Sheila!", he shouts, "GET OUT OF THE RINK!"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The bulky, big man wearing power armor goes to approach, going to hold out his weapon. "Live from New YOrk.. Let us start veef an early frost! Because ve hav to.. STart tew cheel!" A real, real bad accent. Maybe what someone who only watched tv thought a German accent sounded like?

The man in the bulky blue armor then goes to blast an arc of freeze across the pond, making anyone caught up in it a solid.. ICE-icle.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Oh, so that's how it is, huh? Ice puns

Well, screw it. Caleb can play this game.

Speeding up, he catches Sheila in the middle of her less-than-graceful attempt to stop and steer, and slides across the rink to avoid that ray.

Once he reaches the edge, he pushes Sheila across the edge, and tells her, "Call 9-1-1, quick!" He looks at So-Not-Freeze, "It's time to put this guy on ice...!"

"Hey, ya cold bastard!" He pulls out something out of his inner coat pocket, "Got a name to go with the frosting?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The man goes to grin over at Caleb, "Everyone, give me all your diamonds. And don't try and warm up because today marks the first day.. OF ZEE ICCEEE AGGEEE!" As Caleb goes to head towards him, the big, bulky man turns to grin at him.

"Since you're so outspoken, looks like we're going to have to give you.. The COLD shoulder." He goes to blast over at Caleb with a massive burst of energy from his weapon!

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Ugh...", Caleb winces as he keeps lower to the ground to make himself a smaller target. "Are you gonna make ice puns all day, Carmen On Ice? Because you're trying too hard." He takes a chance to get near him, "It's gonna dry out real fast."

And he throws a projectile at him, more specifically his gun - a retro-fitted grenade.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The man's arm goes out, moving to fire a blast of ice over at it! The flung gun is then frozen in midair! Of course, if it actually does detonate, the block won't be able to hold it. But it's still probably going to kill most of the effect.

"Penalty box. Five minutes. UN-NEcessary ROUGHNESS. I think you could stand to.. SIT OUT." Another blast from the freeze ray aimed at Caleb! Fortunately wide and in an arc.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"So uh... What was the lame excuse to come here and do the worst Mr. Freeze impression?", Caleb asks as he throws a few of those grenades at the guy's feet, these sliding across the ice to his location. "Ice cream gone out of date? Leaky bed-warmer?" In the meantime, he searches for weak spots in that armor of his. "Or is that just the tip of the iceberg?"

The grenades start going off, "Well, it's time to... break the ice!", he says, as ice cracks and stuff starts to explode!

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The grenades go to detonate around him, and he would chortle, "Oh, then let's go ahead and show you what Hell's like. When it's FRO-ZEN over!" The armor is very, very bulky and old looking. Like a repurposed deep sea diving suit. Good and bad - it was bulky and slow. Bad - it was incredibly reinforced and well armored. Getting damage to it might require a jackhammer. Or two nerds arguing about something fandom related on the Internet!

"I'm here to take enough diamonds to make a freeze ray to FREEZE ZEE EARTH SOLID!" It was an ambitious plan, to be sure!

But still didn't explain why hew as holding up an ice skating rink.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"And... You come to steal diamonds in a skating rink...?", Caleb deadpans. "Because seriously, there's something wrong with the captain on your brain ship - it's headed straight for the iceberg!"

He spots the connection of the gun to the armor, and he pulls out a shuriken, throwing it in the hopes he can rupture the cable and cause the weapon to go cold... I mean, colder...

Aw, heck, you know what I mean!

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The shuriken goes to bounce through the air, landing in the tube feeding the gun like a child's tongue caught over on a flagpole during recess! "Where else would I get zhem from?" He would note jovially as the gun would flash some warnings, eve nas he would depower it.

"Life is full of absolutes and nothings. Now you'll be one of them. Absolute.. ZERO!" Going to throw out a frost grenade over at Caleb!

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Okay, the gun is down, so this means the snow blizzard is up - and good weather may be just about to peak through the clouds!

In reply to where else to get diamonds from, Caleb deadpans. "Okay, you need to defrost that engine in your head, man. The gears are all stuck." Seriously? No banks in... Wherever he's from?

The grenade comes straight at Caleb, and he ducks once again, sliding across the ice. He pulls out a katana, burying it deep into the ice to avoid skidding away into a position he cannot recover from.

So far, his form hasn't been that bad. Surprising what you can do when you're caught in a cold spot.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
The mad-man in the tin suit seems to be enjoying himself no matter what! He goes to move to walk towards Caleb, heavy boots moving as smoothly as if he were skating! Moving to charge over at Caleb despite the katana with a swing and a fist!

"Fall turns into winter.. Before your frozen ICE!" He's clearly enjoying himself. Somer supervillains did it for the money. Some did it for a cause. Some did it for insanity.

This one clearly did it for the passion. He was just WAY too ice about it.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Haven't you heard?", Caleb replies as he uses the slowing momentum to get himself back up in a crouched position. He looks at the joints of the armor, likely exposed from the grenade blasts. "It's not ICE to pun when you're about to get carved." And he rolls across the ice, shoving that katana of his through the joints at the villain's ankle. "Someobody call maintenance - we got a broken swan sculpture!"