17057/Neena Pizza!

Neena Pizza!
Date of Scene:	31 January 2024
Location:	Greenwich Village
Synopsis:	Domino teaches Monet the fine art of picking up pizza and picking on Wade.
Cast of Characters:	Neena Thurman, Monet St. Croix

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Neena Thurman has posed:
Cold, rainy, and the last dregs of snow are nothing more than rat-grey piles of wet/cold that is slowly melting into the sewers of New York City. The clouds hover low, always threatening some sort of wetness, but it doesn't come. Not yet, anyway. But it does build a damp that can easily worm its way into the core if one isn't careful. Traffic is starting to climb again with the coming of the Day of Lovers, the gold glitter of New Years in the trash heaps piled on barges, headed out to sea. Tourists are a known evil in the City; one must always be aware.

So then, what can lure an albino mercenary who has been much enjoying her days in the sun and sand in the tropics? If Madripoor could make ONE DAMNED PIZZA that didn't taste like Sbarro's, or Celeste Frozen Pizza for one, that'd go a long way. (Maybe kidnap a pizza CHEF from the City and bring him out?)

Domino is walking on the sidewalk, her pace measured and brisk, hands deep in pockets to keep at least some warmth. Those that notice her facial features under the Nanook of the North hood, with the fur lining, move away from her; that black spot around the eye can be off-putting to normal people, and while it doesn't mark her as a mutant per se, not everyone in NYC is as blase and tolerant of differences.

Blue eyes on the prize! A small, hole in the wall pizza joint is within view, and as she begins to cross the street (jay-walking of course), gun-shots ring a half a block away. As unaimed bullets are wont to do, they do travel quite some distance.

As Domino crosses the street, a taxi engine backfires, stutters, and as the driver mashes the pedal to push it forward, a small calibre hold appears on the opposite side of the car where the merc is walking. If the taxi hadn't backfired, the bullet would have continued, and quite possibly have hit her!

"Hey," of course it's noticed, "Not now!"

More shots ring out...

"No. Pizza first!"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
With the number of fliers they have, the number of teleporters, and the sheer amount of money they have at Xavier's, since when has availability of decent food ever been an issue? So, as the extremely determined Neena goes to get pizza, for whatever reason Monet is accompanying her. As the taxi goes to backfire, she would look over at it as it would shift to gunfire.

"It appears like we'll be running somewhat behind schedule." She's not quite sure as to the extent that Neena's abilities manifest. Is she the 'ooh duck and see a silver dollar' type? Is she the 'oooh a piano fell on the head of someone shooting at me' type? Is she the 'my cat video got huge rewatches when my cat got their furry butt stuck in a box' type?

Monet is rather calmly going along with her and goes to glance over her shoulder. "I'm sure that there will be something to benefit from it." It's just some random gunfire. nothing that's going to be that catastrophic, as far as M is concerned. There's nothing (excessively) exploding, no long narratives, no excessive monologues straying into their path..

Even if it's Condiment King robbing a fast food joint, at least it's not goign to ketchup wtih them.

Neena Thurman has posed:
It doesn't take a handful of seconds before alarms begin to sound, causing all traffic in the road to come to a halt for a few heartbeats. In that time, Dom makes the decision to vault over the hood of another car, as sirens from emergency vehicles crease the air. The two-tone song echoes down the concrete canyon, seemingly coming from all directions.

As Dom makes the leap, she lands on the other side in a crouch, just as another 'stray' bullet whings what is now 'overhead'. Rising to her diminuative short height, keen ice-clear blue eyes searches the area from which the insult comes. "We'd better not," is grumbled. "I want my damned pepperoni." New York City pizza is just that good.

It is true, though... with the amount of fliers and teleporters, it'd probably be easy, right? Well, Domino doesn't like to //rely// on such things; she only leans back on what she is, what she knows. Her own skill, her own abilities to get her from place to place in relative safety (to herself, not necessarily to others!) whether it's by stolen car, stolen motorcycle, stolen helicopter.. or by foot.

Pulling out her own pistol, the albino merc is looking for the likely target..

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As the firefight starts up, Monet St. Croix is on overwatch. Her first priority is in makings ure that no one is in the path of the bullets as she goes to move forwards quickly, scanning with her mind. There's no one in the immediate area - the public has gone to cover, or has fled from the yuppie, gentrified area of the city already.

"Your pizza will be there when we finish." She goes to back up Neena, using her slightly enhanced telepathy to scan ahead, moving to try and quickly track the shooter to try and get an idea of what's going on. A mugging? A shootout? A gun misfire? she gets ready to backup the albino merc while also moving forwards to if need be draw fire away from the not as invulnerable Neena.

Neena Thurman has posed:
Domino grumbles, "It'll be cold. Then I'll have to get it reheated, and I sure as hell don't want to do that in a microwave." AGAIN. "I want my pizza hot and crispy, not sad." She's taken a little bit of cover behind the fender of the newly punctured taxi, her pistol in hand. Rising, it doesn't take but a second before she pulls off a shot, and there is silence for a long moment. Sirens are getting louder now, upon the approach, and the merc holsters her pistol.

Not a shootout. Just.. the removal of an annoyance; a barrier between herself and her ultimate goal.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would sigh, "What, you can't get something from your grizzled elder that can do something? No laser heater? No weapon that can instantly restore it to full heat?" Or was having a laser purely to reheat a pizza without burning it more of a Wade thing? She would scan ahead as Domino would take the shot forwards, lips pursed.

"And you can just order another one. I'm sure that you can handle sharing. Tabitha will appreciate it."

Neena Thurman has posed:
It probably isn't any secret that her 'grizzled elder' is someone very.. close, and near and dear to her. Rumors may surround them perhaps, but they've never confirmed or denied any of them.

Domino shakes her head, "I don't ask Nate to do anything like that." There is that mask of concern that she wears when talking about the soldier of the future, a soft warmth that is typically unlike her. As if realizing it, she chuckles, the sound in her throat, "Always save that for the big stuff. Reheating a pepperoni pizza so it stays crispy doesn't apply. And there is no way in //hell// that I'd let Wade near it with anything that even resembles fire. Or heat."

She exhales and begins to make her way towards the shop once again as police cars begin to arrive in the area. Once they're parked, the restaurant is reached, and a gloved hand is on the door, ready to pull it open. "To stay or go, you think?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
"So have you thought about what you're going to be getting him if you ever hae a special occasion, just the two of you? I'd suggest going with something practical. WD-40 and Duct Tape. WIth his lifestyle you can never have too many." Is she.. Making fun of Cable? It's how she cares!

Besides, the soldier of the future would completely time travel to get a hot pizza. What was the point in having such abilities if one didn't use them after all? "And good. I would have concerns if you did." Monet's experience swith Wade ran purely into the 'massive headache' category.

"I'll defer to you. You were the one that saved the day, as it were. So I'm supposed to encourage such civic responsibility." By that she means she'll cover the bill and deign to make small talk for it! Such accolades!

Neena Thurman has posed:
"Special occasion?" Domino barks a laugh as she opens the door, the little bell tingling in announcing their arrival. "Any occasion we walk away without too many extra holes in us is a 'special occasion', by which we celebrate with pizza and beer." She shakes her head, the lopsided grin remaining, "There is a whole lot more to him," comes conspiratorially, "Duct tape.. I hadn't considered." She winks before turning to look at the posted 'menu' above the counter. As if anyone needs one?

"Wade is a good friend, but... eeeeeeh, I can only take so much. I can only trust him to be himself, which is sort of sad when you think about it. But, he's our Wade."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance over at Domino, "So long as the bullet holes aren't sufficient that tehy're taking you out in a gurney." Her attempt over at gallows humor leaves something to be desired. "I'm surprised that one of his prosthetics isn't simply a mass dispenser of it. One would think it would be the most effective way for him to handle most things." Duct tape. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.

"I can commisserate." On Wade being Wade. Even if she had barely met him if at all.

Neena Thurman has posed:
Domino shrugs with a single shoulder, "Not as if it hasn't happened before." With all of them, at one point. Going to get burnt at least once when one plays with fire as much as they do. Nate has his own healing ability, Wade his, Logan.. but she relies on her luck, even for extent of injuries. "Duct tape has stopped the bleeding more than once for me."

Of course, even as that exits her, people catch it and look to the side to see who is talking. Just Domino-nook of the North!

Sidling up to the counter finally, "I'd like a large pepperoni and a large plain. To go." 'To go' where?

Of course she'll bring it back to Madripoor. After all, what's the sense of having fliers and teleporters? ;)