18641/Rough Day In The Office

Rough Day In The Office
Date of Scene:	22 July 2024
Location:	145 Central Park Penthouse
Synopsis:	Mary gets home, Jen finds out her secret ID, and they have a semi-serious talk about things.
Cast of Characters:	Mary Bromfield, Jennifer Stavros

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Mary Bromfield has posed:
Normally Mary is pretty circumspect about the whole 'secret identity' thing. But normally she doesn't go to another solar system and get punked by some cosmically powered weirdos either. So, there's a sudden crack of lightning as she uses the Rock of Eternity to take the quick trip from the Milano to her penthouse.

So she materializes in the living room, dressed as Thunderbolt, and looks pretty beat up, costume blasted but still intact (at least enough for the Comics Code Authority), and she has quite a few bruises visible from the fight in question. If she had been thinking about it, she'd probably remember that she had a houseguest that might actually be /home/...

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen, who was lounging around mainlining Sex and the City for the seventheenth time in a tank-top and a criminally short pair of shorts. She leaped to her feet and had black glows around both fists. "HOLY SHIT!" she screamed and, not bothering to do an identity check, lashed out with two black bad-luck disks aimed right for Mary.

She'd also spilled her beer all over the couch, but she wasn't tremendously concerned about that right then.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary blinks, "Oh crap, Je... YOUCH!" And then when the disks hit her, her foot steps in a puddle of the now-spilled beer and she loses her footing, slipping and falling flat on her back in the center of the floor with a mighty *THUD*

"JENNIFER STOP IT IT'S ME IT'S MARY GEEZ!" She groans a bit, "I just fought some really high-end baddies so please no more jinxing, okay?"

There's another pause, then her voice drops a bit, "Wait, was that my Dark Truth beer?"

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen blined. "Holy shit, _Mary_!" she said, looking down at the battered and bruised superhero. With the really nice legs and ... Jen, stop that. Time and place, girl. Besides, she's taken. By your bestie. Then she shrugged and picked up the discarded beer bottle to get a better look at the label. "Umm. Yes?" she said. "Least I left your Yuengling alone. At least I presume it's yours - Marie's a wine-snob and I didn't get those jawns, so that leaves you." she said, then moved over to the non-beer-soaked side of the fridge to sit down.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary, or Thunderbolt, picks herself up, "Well, I just got blasted into a mountain and saw a Cosmic Horror that I'm still trying to wrap my brain around." She moves to the couch and flops down next to Jen. Her skirt does hike a bit, and well, the legs /are/ impressive. The entire package, really, though it's still pretty clearly Mary. Just... well, optimized Mary, perhaps?

"Fine with me, if you bring me one though. I'm feeling a bit woobly at the moment." She grins wryly, "Met some nice folks, including some friends of Marie's. Warlock and Monet, they were both up there with me. And other folks too."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen tried to repress her shudder and only marginally succeeded. "Lemme get you a fresh one." she said, standing back up to go head for the bridge. Nobody should have a body like that. It was criminally unfair. Jen worked her _ass off_ and only hit a 7 to 8 on the hotness scale. Mary there was a ten, easy. No wonder Marie was stupid for her.

Dammit. She didn't like being the plainest girl in the house. It was upsetting to her modelling brain, as much as she hated it.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary takes a breath, then says, "Shazam!" There's a flash of lightning that seems to leave the couch unscathed, but then it's regular Mary Bromfield sitting on the couch, complete with jeans and a rather geeky T-shirt. Definitely not as ripped or built as her alter-ego, but also not nearly as intimidatingly attractive either.

"So, yeah, it's a bit of a long story. But before you ask, Marie knows. She's the first one outside the fam that I told."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
From the kitchen came another shriek and then the crash of shattering bottles. "FUCK!" Jen exclaimed, then sighed and went for a broom and dustpan to clean up all the broken glass. The beer itself would come after, with towels probably. "Gonna have a fucking heart attack at this rate." she grumbled as she cleaned.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary chuckles, "Sorry, it's habit. That's how I change between myself and Thunderbolt. The wizard that gave me the powers has a penchant for theatrics." She gives Jen a wry look, "Aren't you like, used to all sorts of weirdness at the school already? Surely a literal magical girl isn't that odd?" She grins, looking slightly amused... though that might be the exhaustion talking.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen just rolled her eyes. "Weird I can deal with. Fucking lightning in our living room and then the Babe From Outer Space? That's a bit much." she said. "Besides, Demon Queen Barbie was a bitch." she added after a moment. "And don't get me started on Warlock. Yeah, I know, alien from alienville, but fuck, he's just creepy. And then he went and robo-fucked Doug Fucking Ramsey, uber-nerd and weirdo par excellence." she pointed out as she cleaned up the shattered bottles.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary chuckles, "Well, when the stakes were highest, they delivered. That's all I can tell you about that." She shakes her head, "I mean, I haven't really dealt with Marie's side of things too much, aside from just meeting some of her friends. But that was just... oof. Don't think I've ever been hit that hard, ever. And I've traded punches with pretty powerful folks."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
The shattered glass dealt with, now it was time to mop the beer off the floor. "Alcohol abuse." Jen muttered as she mopped. But thatr didn't take too long to deal with and then a visibly skittish Jen showed up with two fresh uncapped beers. She handed one to Mary, clearly keeping a lookout for more lightning or Viking Space Gods or tentacle monsters from the back end of Beyond. Or something. Who knew?

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins wryly, "It's okay. No more lightning. Well, not unless a supervillain breaks into the apartment, but that never happens. The neighborhood is too nice up here." She chuckles dryly, then clinks her bottle against Jen's. "To surviving the weirdness." And with that, she takes a healthy swallow of the beer, sighing contentedly.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Now that Jen could drink to. "The Weirdness!" Jen echoed back then took a deep drink of her own beer. It was catty, it was petty, and it wasn't a fucking contest but Mary in her normal form with normal levels of hotness was oddly soothing. Things felt _right_. "Hey, you look like shit. Need me to bust out the first-aid kid, or you good?" she asked.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary smiles, "Nah, I'll be okay. Just need to rest a bit. No permanent damage, and it's easier to be in a body that hasn't been fighting cosmically powered crazy people." She laughs a little, "Being Thunderbolt can be a bit of a pain sometimes, but I like it. Helping people, that is. But you know... the important thing was that Marie fell for me, as Mary. She didn't realize I was Thunderbolt until later... but that's when Marie told me about Tarot too."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
It was so sickening sweet - snd so Marie - that Jen couldn't help but smile. "Enjoy your beer, then." she said and re-took her position on the dry side of the couch, leaving Mary on the wet spot. "You up for binging Sex in the City, or you want to go find one of those tentacle things from Japan or your nobody-has-lights fantasy shows to watch instead?" she offered. "Also, be careful, You've still got some bad luck in you. I could take care of that, if you want..." she offered tenatively as the naughty part of her brain - the largest part, truth be told - got an Idea.

One that would get her in a lot of trouble, which were naturally the best kind.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary hrms, "Oh, Sex in the City sounds /perfect/ for my mood, not gonna lie... but, well, what's the cure for the bad luck?" She isn't quite as naive as Marie, but she does have her moments, and this is apparently one of them as she looks curiously at Jen.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen got a wicked look on her face and got up off the couch to stand in front of Mary. "Just relax." she purred and then kissed her, briefly. But at the moment their lips touched, a good-luck disc slipped from Jen to Mary, counteracting the remaining bad luck while leaving a little good left over.

Mary could get a little lucky if she wanted.

"And there you go!" she said then wiggled her barely-class butt back to her side of the couch and her beer.

Which she needed a gulp of to put those fires out. Damn!

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary blinks at the kiss, tensing up for a moment before relaxing a little, letting the good luck literally flow into her. Then she blinked again as Jen sat back down, "Okay, I gotta say, I think I like the good luck better than the bad." Which could mean just about anything, as she looks surprisingly thoughtful about things. Possibly her brain going places she didn't exactly expect.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen just smirked and said "Remote's on your side." she said. Then, after a few moments, "Most people do." she said, which also could have meant anything at all. Holy shit she was going to have a very ... energetic ... go-to-sleep ritual tonight at this rate. Or maybe that was just the beer talking. But for now she just had a small smile on her face. This was insane and possibly dangerous. Flirting with your bestie's main squeeze was not something one should be doing. So she took a mental deep breath and told her hormones to sit down, shut up, and _get with the program_.

As usual, they ignored her in favor of mental images. Very distracting mental images.