1882/A Dumb Time to be a Criminal

A Dumb Time to be a Criminal
Date of Scene:	28 May 2020
Location:	The Coffee Bean
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Keagan Nichols, Bobby Drake

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Keagan Nichols has posed:
It was a late evening in New York City and that meant nothing for a coffee shop. It really was the city that never sleeps and so people will often be in this place at all hours. People want coffee at night, in the morning, in the afternoon, etc. It doesn't matter. So, now in this late Wednesday evening, a particular blogger is putting some finishing touches on a story about an A-Hole cop who has pulled a stupid stunt in a poor neighborhood. Keagan reaches out and sips his coffee idly, shaking his head a little even as he tries his best to stay focused and after a minute just lets out a grumbly sigh and puts a hand to his face to rub the bridge of his nose.

Meanwhile, the shop is relatively quiet. There's a few people scattered here and there along with one barista running the place with another person in the back doing some cleaning. The crowd isn't big cause, despite being open late, this place is not particularly busy at this time of day. Even now, despite what the place serves, a bored barista lets out a bit of a yawn, leaning against a counter and looking out toward the window at people passing by on the street.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake just graduated from Empire State this month, but he still has friends on campus who haven't yet, and he'd stopped by to come and visit those who were still in the neighborhood. Yes, he should be using the buddy system and have someone with him, but he'd deal with the scowling face of Scott later if and when it came up. Coffee was required, and so he slips into the familiar coffee shop he's been in a hundred times before.

He makes his way up to the counter and orders himself a mocha and a chocolate filled croissant, apparently craving chocolate as much as caffeine, before he takes both over to the living room style area and plops himself down on the couch, sprawling comfortably and cradling the warm beverage in his hands which simultaneously warms them and cools the cup enough for him to take a long drink from it.

Keagan Nichols has posed:
And another person walks in and he hmms. He can see it. Sorta. He can always see everything happening around him. It's both a curse and a blessing. He doesn't even have to open his eyes to see. It's just the way of things. He goes back to typing, only using a half-glance to look at Bobby, already having an idea of his build, etc. from his feathers. No one can see them but they are there. He does give Bobby a smile if he looks his way, but without even really looking directly at him.

Everything is quiet that is until a man walks in with his coat, looking rather...questionable. He's not exactly a bad looking guy but he has that look about him. Looking around as he walks in, looking at each person as if assessing a threat. A scared animal might be a good description. Either way, he slowly approaches the counter and starts looking around, telling the Barista 'He's...thinkin'.'

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake takes a look around the room as he settles in with his coffee, seeming content to just take in the atmosphere. Then he does the usual glance around to see if there's anyone that he knows, and then, there's something a little more wary, a suddenly more uncertain look, a flicker of concern, before he notices Keagan's smile. He smiles back, though, seeming momentarily shaken out of whatever had gotten under his skin. "Hey," he says in greeting. Though it's the guy behind him that seems to bring that vague sort of tension back again. He studies the man from where he sits, still, cup of coffee in front of him, waiting to see what he does.

Keagan Nichols has posed:
A nod to Bobby and Keagan says, "Hey." He then takes a sip of his coffee, seeming, well, not at all tense. He doesn't even seem to notice the guy at the counter. He instead looks down at his screen. He starts typing something and hmms, "Always rough to find the right words at times." He looks up at Bobby with a smile, "Just gotta get people's attention even at the end. Leave them with something, ya know?" He then shrugs and meanwhile, a feather slips out from under the bottom of his shirt, flitting along the floor, floating casually like it were on a wind that isn't there.

Meanwhile, while a second feather starts to follow it, the man at the counter suddenly whips out a gun and yells, "Nobody move!" He points it at the barista and then looks over at the other people, "I just want money, just...just don't move!" He isn't very confident. It's clear he doesn't do this much. He keeps that gun on the poor guy behind the counter has his hands up.

"The money!" He insists and points at the register and slowly the barista comes forward before getting a strange look on his face while looking at the gun. The man looks at the gun, too. Around the barrel is a feather. It wraps around the barrel and over the end of the gun's barrel...then suddenly it whips upward. The gun goes off and the bullet simply bursts the feather. Then another feather rips the guy's right leg back and he falls into the splits with a painful screech. His gun clatters to the ground and before he can even recover, that same feather that whipped his leg back, hits him in the face and slams his head back into the ground where he goes still.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake is a little distracted watching the guy, a kind of tension in his shoulders that he can't quite shake as he tries to assess what the guy is up to. He does, however, offer a bit of a faint smile to Keagan and asks, "Writing a paper?" It's a logical enough assumption considering where they are, and how many papers he'd started or finished in this very coffee shop. The feather on the floor draws his attention, but only insomuch as he notices it fall, not that he clocks exactly where it comes from.

He's almost relieved when he pulls a gun and demands money, which may be a strange reaction, but these are strange times. He starts to get up from his seat when suddenly a .. feather.. takes out the guy's gun and knocks him to the floor. Bobby just sort of stares. It all happens so fast that he only half has his coffee cup lowered toward the table next to the couch when the guy is on the floor. And so he raises that cup slowly back up to his lips and takes a sip, and then sits right back down. "Well.." he says, not entirely sure what to make of that.

The barista is already dialling 911 and at least a few of the other patrons have decided to hastily scramble out of the coffee shop, not sure if the guy is going to get back up. Bobby keeps an eye on him from where he sits.

Keagan Nichols has posed:
A look up at Bobby and Keagan grins at him, "Blogger. News and daily events." He chuckles and then he looks over at the man who pulls the gun and then down at the ground where he ends up. He picks up his own cup and sips before looking back over to Bobby, "Don't see that everyday." He chuckles and then he puts the coffee down and nods to him, "That seems to have taken care of itself." He grins and then casually keeps a little attention on that last feather which is resting atop the man's head now, just casually. One red feather.

"Maybe I'll write about that next." He chuckles at Bobby.

Bobby Drake has posed:
"That's definitely a story: Man Literally Knocked Over with a Feather," Bobby seems to agree, though he studies that feather, and Keagan with a slightly raised eyebrow. He doesn't, however, try to call him out or ask about it, at least not at the moment, and not while there are still a lot of people scurrying around to try and make sure the man stays subdued until the police arrive. Bobby, for his part, sinks back down into the couch and returns to sipping his coffee without getting involved in the chaos. "Does news like to follow you around?" he asks Keagan.

Keagan Nichols has posed:
A laugh and he shakes his head, "Not as much as I might hope." He states and then looks back to the man briefly before looking toward Bobby, "Though I sometimes stick my nose where some might believe it doesn't belong." He nods his head, "Part of being a sorta journalist." He nods his head and then he types something and looks back toward Bobby briefly, "It's a decent living given how many people follow me and a couple of sponsors I have." He nods his head as he looks back at his computer briefly and then looks up, "I'm Keagan, by the way. Keagan Nichols of 'The True Flight'."

Bobby Drake has posed:
"I thought that was exactly the job of the journalist, isn't it? Putting your nose in everything?" Bobby asks, one brow quirking upward as a little smile tugs at the edges of his lips. He nods when Keagan mentions his followers and sponsors. "Hey, if you can make a living at it, then more power to you. I know a lot of people who would love it if their blogs and youtube channels would take off and make them some bank." He smiles when Keagan offers his name, though he shows no recognition at the mention of The True Flight. "Nice to meet you. Bobby Drake, not of anything in particular." He rises up from where he sits and leans over to offer a hand to shake.

Keagan Nichols has posed:
A laugh and he nods, "Yeah, well, it's kinda Twitter, a little LexTube, a lot blog, and some Instagram." He nods his head and then looks down at his computer briefly and then pushes something and closes it. He looks back to Bobby again, "I just wanted to do something to make a difference and it seemed like a better way to get in touch with people then trying to get on with a newspaper." He shrugs, "I mean, who even really reads that anymore? It's all online now."

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Well, people still read it, but yeah, they read the online versions instead of the print versions most of the time," Bobby says as he sits back down into his seat, reaching for his pastry and tearing off a piece. He pops it into his mouth and finishes the bite before he says, "If you can make a difference and reach people with your blog, then that's what matters. I'm not sure that it matters whether it's a newspaper or a blog as long as you're making a difference, right?"

Keagan Nichols has posed:
A chuckle and he shrugs, "I suppose that is true." Keagan idly puts his laptop away and then looks over at Bobby, "Well, Bobby." He states even as a police officer comes in to start taking statements, "I think I'm gonna go give my statement and be on my way." He nods his head even as he looks over to the officer and nods to him and then bakc to Bobby, "Was nice meeting you." He smiles and then walks over toward the officer and stops briefly to look back, "Check out my blog and send me a message or something if you see anything interesting. Ya know, like..." He gestures at the scene.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake glances over to see the police arriving and then nods to Keagan. "Nice meeting you, Keagan. Good luck with your latest story, and.. this one, too, I suppose." He smiles a little wryly and then lifts his coffee cup in a salute and farewell before he settles back into his seat, watching the other guy go to talk to the police. They'll get to him soon enough, and so he finishes off his pastry while he has the chance.