17389/Central Park In Spring

Central Park In Spring
Date of Scene:	09 March 2024
Location:	Washington Square Park
Synopsis:	A nice March day brings people out to enjoy the sun in Central Park.
Cast of Characters:	Steve Rogers, Patty Sloan, Nettie Crowe, Talia al Ghul, Natasha Cranston, Jane Roe

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Steve Rogers has posed:
The New York City weather in March can bounce back and forth between very nice and downright frigid. Today is definitely in the former category. The weather is warm enough for short sleeves and even shorts, though a windbreaker isn't a bad idea either as there is pretty good breeze blowing. The sun is out with only a few random fluffy clouds competing for space in the blue sky overhead.

At the park, kids are out flying kites, playing football or soccer in the grass, and riding their bikes. While their parents keep watchful eyes, or just try to relax themselves.

Steve Rogers walks along one of the large ponds that can be found in the park. He's wearing a pair of jeans and a light grey t-shirt with the logo from some seafood restaurant on it. Steve stops and bends over to eye some stones on the ground. He picks one up and dusts it off a bit. Then turns to the pond and skips it across the water. It bounces about seven or eight times before it plops into the water for good.

Patty Sloan has posed:
"I need you to get my car fixed. I will send you the money for it. Its Catalytic Converter was stolen." Patty states over her phone. "I know because I was there when it happened. I didn't have a choice. It was either that or I was going to wind up dealing with the cops." She sighs. "Its okay. Just I will send the money over payfriend." She hangs up her phone and looks out over the same pond that The man skips a stone over.

"Yeesh. I just wanna get my car up here and get some clothes." The girl is wearing a tie dye tee shirt which has been sewn down the back. A pair of jeans on her legs that have been been ripped up a little. "At least its a nice day." She smiles as she just seems to relax. Her wings are belted down so no one can see them.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Coming down the way on a rare walk outside because it's 'good for her health' and she needs to 'get out more and enjoy the sunshine' according to some boxing gym owner and her adoptive kids, and she finally agreed to do one session a week so that they would get off her back.

    Unfortunately, the company she keeps has really taken to being outside, so the silver-white haired woman, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, a black flannel shirt over a T-shirt announcing that she ate New York, with a kaiju shadow on the background, and faded jeans that were once black but are now gray, and a pair of bright neon-green chucks that she's recovered out of one of her boxes from the late 1980's.

    Overhead, a pair of crows -- one a dark black carrion crow, the other smaller with a paler head (a British Hooded Crow) flit through the trees.

    She does pause a moment, seeing a familiar backside, and she purses her lips, unlit and hand-rolled cigarette in her lips, nad glances to the lady whose Cattie was lifted.

    "Aye, those converters. Hot parts, they are."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
She's out for a jog in Central Park. Wearing sweats, her hair tied back, and wearing a rather cheap set of running shoes. She looks like any other person enjoying a nice day going to stretch their legs. She moves to pause on while passing, taking a drink from a water bottle as she does. She stops around the time as she catches sight of Nettie.. And then that rather well known man near her (admittedly that's probably rather subtle if no one directly responds to them). How interesting, one of the most famous men on the planet just relaxing out and about.
    She goes to finish her water, taking a breather and putting her water bottle back over into her bag, playing up just stopping to stretch and catch her breath for a few moments to see what develops.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve Rogers continues his stroll along the pond's edge, hands stuffing into his pockets. He seems to overhear at least part of Patty's conversation, as his head comes up and he glances over. It seems the theft is already in the past. He doesn't go over for now, but keeps tabs afterwards to make sure the young woman is ok.

Up ahead two boys are throwing rocks into the water as well. One is about five years old, the other maybe eight. Both boys hunt up rocks and throw them. The older's rock skips four times, while the younger boy just heaves it in an arc and it splooshes in the water resulting in an expression of disappointment.

Steve stops over by the two boys. "So there's a trick to it if you want me to show you?" Steve offers to the younger boy. He looks up and nods eagerly. The older boy? His eyes get really wide as he sees Steve.

"First we want to find the flattest stone we can," Steve says. He bends over to look, the little boy helping. Eventually Steve nudges a stone with the toe of his boot, drawing the boy's attention to it. "How is this one?" the boy asks as he grabs it up. Steve smiles. "That's perfect. Ok, next, is how we throw it."

Natasha Cranston has posed:
    Natasha Cranston, stupidly rich CEO and noted party animal, wouldn't be seen dead in a gym or jogging in a public park. "Jenny", on the other hand, is a fairly frequent sight on the paths. Today she's making her way down one of Washington Park's longer paths, a winding loop that takes her past the various ponds as well as the main fountain - not moving spectacularly fast, but with the steady pace of someone who can keep going all day if need be.

    She calls out a cheerful "On your right!" as she passes by where Steve is teaching a couple of wide-eyed boys to skip stones.

Patty Sloan has posed:
"No kidding. A guy stole it right in front of me to fix his vehicle. Honestly I am happy he did. Otherwise I wouldn't be here!" Patty gives a polite smile. "Things just got a little crazy. Some things happened at a Walco and I needed to bail before an old bully caused more trouble for me than I would have liked." She sighs and laughs, "It was a really weird day."

She extends a hand. "Nice to meet you. My name is Patty." She offers in greeting. Quietly she stands up from her bench and stretches. "I am a college student." She doesn't say where as she trails off. Her more shy side coming out. "I just... things happened. Nothing I wanted to happen but it happened." She comments softly.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Not from New York, are you miss?" Nettie questions. She doesn't look too much older than college age herself, but she doen't shake. She pulls her unlit cig from her mouth, and gives an upnod. "Nettie. I own a shop nearby. Jus' out for a walk with my birds." she comments to Patty, and she gives a shrug of her shoulders. "But how lucky you are to be in this park -- look there --" she motions to Steve, teaching a couple lads to throw stones.

    "Heh, he really hasn't changed in eighty years." Nettie remarks quietly to herself. Of course, not in her Nurse's uniform, 'Sister Annette' probably wasn't recognizable.

    Her crows do come down then, one landing on her shoulder, talons digging into her shirt, and the smaller, hooded crow sort of flopping awkwardly so that Nettie has to catch him, and he blinks, being held upside-down and like a baby.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Glancing about, Talia confirms that Nettie is present, and then gives a light wave to confirm her own presence. Then she goes to head over to watch the boys skipping rocks. The sort of behavior that's alien to her. Her own experience with stones is throwing them at just the right angle to cut someone's throat in passing or put out an eye.
    Going to head towards Steve showing no signs in her body language as to having recognized him.

Steve Rogers has posed:
As 'Jenny' passes by with the polite warning of her presence, Steve glances up to give the young woman a smile before he turns his attention back to the younger boy. Steve picks up a stone for himself and says, "Now hold it like this between your thumb and finger," he says, demonstrating. And then when you throw it, throw kind of side arm and try to make the stone spin and stay flat," he says.

"Like this." He tosses the stone into the water, though only skips it about five or six times, not throwing it as hard as he had the first one he threw.

The little boy nods and throws it sidearm this time. He gets 2 good skips before it plops in the water. He tosses his hands in the air in celebration after. "Good job," Steve tells him, grinning at both boys and then turning to make his way over towards where Nettie and Patty are talking.

The older boy says to his younger brother, "Do you know who that was? That was Captain America!?"

The younger boy looks at Steve walking away and says, "No that can't be. Captain America is like, ten feet tall!" The older boy shakes his hand and tugs him to follow back over to where their parents are picnicking.

Patty Sloan has posed:
Patty had seen pictures of Cap while he was wearing his cowl but she hasn't seen him in the flesh until now. Needless to say she doesn't recognize him. She just notes that he looks like a middle aged, very fit man. If she were different, she may even find him attractive. "Eighty years?! He looks really good for his age." She looks at Nettie and smiles, "Nice to meet you Nettie. Thats kinda cool that you own a business." She smiles as she looks down at her phone. She quickly sends money to an unknown recipient.

She turns her attention back to Nettie and smiles as she sees the birds. "Crows! I saw on TV that they are really smart and sometimes can be taught to talk." She watches the two birds and their antics.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Aye. Crows can be taught to say a few words--" Nettie begins,

    "Caw." the larger, black crow states. He looks rather dejected, for a bird, to have to 'say' caw. He did not *caw*, he said 'caw', and there is a distinct difference.

    "Wait wait -- Captain America?!" the crow in her arm states, and his head perks up. "He's an old-ass man! But his GUNS have you /seen them/?!" the hooded crow states as he struggles to get up.

    Nettie makes a very cross expression.

    "This is Corvax," she motions to the larger crow, "And this chatterbox who certainly has learned just one whole phrase in his entire existence --" she holds up the hooded crow, as if she were about to throw him in the air "Is Torney. And that is, indeed, Captain America." she states with an amused expression. "And he's quite good looking for his age. Though I do prefer redheads." she jokes.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Steve gets a glance from Talia, and then she goes to speak over to the child in a thick Brooklyn accent. "No, that's Superman. Or Hulk. Or Thor." It takes her a few moments to offer up everyone that's really huge that comes to mind while going to cross her arms while glancing at the Crows to see if they would-be-cawing over at things while going to join the group after a few moments.

Steve Rogers has posed:
The older boy rolls his eyes and tells Talia, "He's not Thor. Thor has a viking helmet." The little boy adds, "And a hammer!" and he strikes a pose like he was holding Mjolnir overhead. "Yeah, and a hammer," the older boy says.

Steve doesn't catch the conversation between Nettie and Patty (and the crow) enough to have picked up an references that might have helped him recognize Nettie. Indeed, between different hairstyles and clothing, and just not plain expecting to run into anyone he met briefly 80 years ago, it just isn't a connection he makes.

He walks over to the two women, eyes going to the crow on Nettie's shoulder before giving them a smile. "I couldn't help but overhear you earlier," Steve says to Patty. "Something about a stolen catalytic converter, and your car not running? Do you need help?" he asks.

Natasha Cranston has posed:
    "Jenny" must have been making a shorter circuit than anyone assumed, because she's coming up again already, slowing to a halt near the pond to start doing stretches. Despite having worked up a sweat she doesn't appear to be breathing hard as she uncorks her water bottle to take a swig, then looks at the kids still geeking out about who they just met.

    "Doesn't Thor also have much longer hair?" she points out, wiping her arms with her towel, looking like she's not at all paying attention to the mention of car part thefts.

Jane Roe has posed:
There's a yawn on the young woman with the pixie haircut, as she strolls down the ways of central park. She pulls the white leather jacket with the big red S tighter in a gust of wind that carries a bit of icy air with it. Not the House of El logo, the logo of Suzuki kabushiki-gaisha - Suzuki Motor Corporation - formerly Suzuki jidosha kogyo K.K. - Suzuki Motor Corporation, Limited- formerly Suzuki-shiki shokki K.K. - Suzuki Loom Manufacturing Corporation. Or just about one of the best Motorcycle companies one might know next to Yamaha and Kawasaki... ok, someone might be biased. The hands in the pockets, Jane is slow to move, pulling out the left hand to scroll through some feed on the phone.

The screen shows networks and devices sending on open bands, pretty much announcing their presence, but after a quick glance, the phine goes back to the pocket, the young woman scanning the crowd of people forming around a certain Captain Rogers, who clearly isn't Captain America, or so that al Ghul claims. So... she stops, glancing at the scene.

"If that's Thor, I am Wonderwoman. That's clearly Mr. Wayne but he used bleach on his hair." she butts in, a wide grin on the lips.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie tucks the hooded crow under her arm like a football. There is a muffled 'aww but Nettie--' from the bird. Might be the wind though. Nettie's eyebrows rise up behind the rims of her sunglasses as she purses her lips, replacing her unlit cigarette and, with a now free hand, digging for her lighter in her pockets.

    "Don't mind the crow, lad, he's surly." she waves off any attention given to either bird and goes to light her cigarette, giving an upnod to Talia as she approaches.

Patty Sloan has posed:
"Hello Corvax! Hello Torney!" Patty excitedly says. She laughs a little bit over the comment that Torney made. "He's not my type." She states in response to the bird's comment

And then, there he is. The man of the hour. She gives a polite smile to him. "My car is in another state. Pennsylvania actually. Its a long story but I had to flee my home town for my own safety and I ended up leaving my car behind. Not to mention all my clothes. I started college up here and am now trying to get my car fixed so I can go get it and my clothes to come back up here." She smiles. "Hello, My name is Patty. Nice to meet you and thank you Sir." She sighs and smiles. "Its a really long story. The short part of it, I picked up a hitchhiker, Was taking him to get parts for his vehicle. Ran into an old bully, I got assaulted. She tried to rob me. I ended up doing something about it and she ended up in a DVD Display. I ran. The hitchhiker stole my Catalytic converter to fix his vehicle and he brought me here."

Steve Rogers has posed:
The older boy points to what 'Jenny' says about Thor's hair. "Right. And he has a viking ship that would be floating up in the sky now if he was here," he says. Where do kids come up with this stuff?

Steve Rogers has lost track of the argument about who he is or isn't. The talking avian does cause one of Steve's eyebrows to go up in a bit of surprise, and Nettie gets a little longer examination. With the sunglasses especially, probably little hope he recognizes her though.

Patty's story draws a frown of concern from Steve. His head tilts a little bit and his tone turns gentle and full of empathy as he says, "I hope that you're out of danger now. If not, I could try to help," he offers. "As for the car, I might be able to help with that," he says. He pulls a card out of his back pocket. Yes an old fashioned business card and passes it over. "You can reach me here, with information about where the car is at," he offers.

Natasha Cranston has posed:
    "A flying ship?" Jenny asks. "Now that would be a sight to see, wouldn't it?"

    She finishes her stretches, then wipes the last of the sweat from her brow and looks around, then glances down at her phone. "Time for me to get going, unfortunately." She gives the kids a jaunty wave, then turns and jogs off in the direction of the exit.

Jane Roe has posed:
Jane Roe shrugs at the strange comment about flying ships, then shakes her head. "Goddangit boxy, Thor uses his hammer to get around. As I told you, that's clearly Mr. Wayne who bleached his hair, drives the bently with the number plate 'WAYNE 1' over there in the north parking lot."

Chuffing a moment, she shrugs, shaking the head a moment later. "Ok, kidding. Check out your history books boys. That guy is on half the recruitment posters."

Patty Sloan has posed:
"Thank you," Patty looks at the card before continuing, "Mr. Rogers. I should have it under control. My moms are going to take the car to a mechanic and then I am going to make a trip down to my home town to get that, my clothes and a few things. I actually have gotten a lot of help. I only spent one night on the street. Now I am living in a dorm and am a college girl!" She beams over that. She has waited almost a year to say those words. Not if only she knew what to major in!

She left out a good bit of the story but she thought it better not to mention that she used her powers and the vehicle that was used to make her great escape was a spaceship! "So yeah. Life up here is really interesting. Not used to the big city to be honest." She looks around. "The school I go to is outside the city. I took an Uber to get here today." She smiles.

Steve Rogers has posed:
The kids look for the Bently but can't spot it amidst all the Toyotas, Fords, LexCars and other brands of vehicles in the nearby parking lot. "Let's go catch some tadpoles," the older boy says, nudging his brother. "But I'm telling you, that was Captain America." The two run off, leaving their parents to smile over to Jane and company. The mother has a glass of red wine and with two sons she probably needs it!

Meanwhile, over by Patty, Steve Rogers replies, "Alright, good to hear. But if you need a hand, feel free to call." He lowers his voice a bit. "Including with the trouble that you had to leave town for," he offers quietly. "Well you picked a good day for coming into the city," he has back in a normal tone of voice. I decided to get out and enjoy the sun, myself."

A frisbee thrown by some other kids goes a little too high, out of the reach of the jumping kid, and it lands over by Jane Roe.

Jane Roe has posed:
Jane Roe chuckles, shrugging as the parents nod to her. "Maybe they learn something from this." She doesn't say much more, watching for a few more minutes.

As the frisbe comes sailing into her direction, she does a flip, over her hands, picking it up in a fluid motion before tossing it back with a backhand throw, while landing on her feet.