2024/Post Match Game Chitter Chatter

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Post Match Game Chitter Chatter
Date of Scene: 08 June 2020
Location: Station Six studios - Backstage of the Match Game
Synopsis: Abby gets to talk superhero names with Captain Thunder and Nick Drago
Cast of Characters: Abby Oster, Michael Hannigan, Billy Batson




Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster can sit in the back and watch the end of the show, though she doesn't do much of that-- she's in a little bit of an afterglow, over at a vanity mirror, absently using a wet-wipe she'd been given to get the crud off of her eyelashes. She's not very good with it; it sort of smudges into black streaks across her eyes that make her look like an extra from Fury Road, but she's making a go of it.

She does angle her back and neck backward at the final question. "Play nice!" she gives her own guess, but, true to form, that's wrong, too. Oh, well. She leans up closer to the mirror, unbending the rather formidable span of her black-scaled demon-bird legs to push her up and closer to it, squeezing an eye shut and re-wrapping the wipe with the clean side out around a finger to try to get rid of the worst smudging.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
After the camera has shut off and he was no longer confined to Top Right, Nick Drago makes his way back stage while the hero and reporter types do their own thing. Looking to the backstage area as he enters, the rocker's steps slow as he catches sight of Abby.

There is a brief moment of hesitation before he walks over, smiling. "Hey, tough break on the game. I think you had a good answer with the Flash question."

Billy Batson has posed:
     The show was over, the and Captain Thunder was backstage taking in the craft services table. A ham sandwich and a soft drink had been acquired. "Oh, hey! Abby, fun times! Sorry I didn't match." He offers up, the glow from his lightning bolt in his chest always seemed to fill the negative space around him, but he did have a smile on his face!

  The big red hero approached the two, taking a bit of the sandwich, but not talking with his mouth full.

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster's eyes focus to one side, less on her own reflection and more to the reflection of the //actual actor// behind her. This is still so weird. And now he's coming to say hello. "Oh... it's OK. Uh... Mr. Drago," she laughs, not exactly sure what to call him. With a soft tapping of talons on linoleum, she turns to make non-reflected eye contact. "It's kind of just luck of the draw and stuff. It was realy cool being here."

Aah, and Captain Thunder is here, too. She dips a little in height, then stands straight again, just fidgeting in place a little with a haphazard grin and a bad case of mascara-face. "Oh, it's al-- I mean, what can you do?" she shrugs off his apology bashfully, then looks at the sandwich, "Oh, is there food, too?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"No need to be formal. Nick'll do." The performer replies. "The Drago part is more for when I'm on stage. But, glad you enjoyed yourself."

He turns his head, looking over to the red suited hero, giving a nod of greeting. "It is the nature of the game. But it was definitely entertaining." At the question regarding the sandwiches, he starts glancing around, apparently also having missed it entirely.

Billy Batson has posed:
     Billy looks up from his plate and bottle of coke. "Oh, yeah! By the green room, over there." He says, motioning to the table.

  "I don't really have an...wait I do. If you like the Titans, Thunderbolt is on with them. I could put in a word. Not sure how much pull that will have though." He offers, at least the ego part didn't say he was the best way forward.

Abby Oster has posed:
"Nick," Abby draws back her chin in the pronunciation, the final stop weirdly far back in her throat, as if it were just so weird to be calling //Nick Drago// 'Nick' like they were friends or something. But she's grinning, meanwhile. She might be distracted by the promise of sandwiches-- her stomach is complaining to her, as it often does, and there's actual food here to eat, so it's a massive temptation. But //Captain Thunder// is talking to her about setting her up with people, and so she remains fast, eyes wide. "Yeah? That would be awesome. I mean, I don't really know anyone at all, so any help is... wow. I don't even have, like... a 'name' or anything. But it's not like I can just take these off at the end of the day," she bobs parrot-like on her uncanny avian underpinnings, "So I guess it doesn't really matter."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
As Abby repeats the name, Nick gives a nod of confirmation before glancing to the table that CAPTAIN THUNDER has indicated to them. He glances over to the raccooned contestant, who, honestly looks to be loaded down with stuff to do already. He points to the table, "You want anything?"

Billy Batson has posed:
     "Yeah. But. you may want to figure that name thing out before you get out there. Unless you don't have anyone it can get back to."

  "A-and, get out there. Help some people. You don't have to take down a big bad guy. Just help out people. If you catch a crime, do the right thing."

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster widens her eyes to Mr. Dr-- Nick, nodding her head. "Oh, yeah, if-- if you don't mind. Anything, really. I could eat a horse." And she could, but that's not what she meant. And Captain Thunder is here giving her advice, but she doesn't really seem to understand it, from the way she cocks her head to one side. "What do you mean?" she wonders. "I mean, about the name thing?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick glances back to the table. "I don't think they're serving horse but I'll see what I can grab." He turns, walking over to the table to allow Abby and Billy some hero talk.

Grabbing a couple plates, he starts to work on collecting food.

Billy Batson has posed:
     Billy looks a bit taken aback at the question. "I mean, my name isn't Captain Thunder. If I used my real name, it could be dangerous for my friends and family." Billy comments, taking a drink of soda. "So figure that bit out before you go around."

A massive bite of sandwich later, and Billy just keeps chewing, and chewing, and chewing. Too big a bite.

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster's eyes squint shut a little bit in recognition of Nick's joke, but the issue of nomenclature is now firmly on the table. "I just figured if someone wanted to figure out who I was, they probably could. I mean, I //stand out// in a crowd, a little bit. But I guess I could just start... calling myself something else. How did you pick 'Captain Thunder?' she wonders.

Billy Batson has posed:
     A moment to think before the blue eyed hero answers. "I went through multiple names. Between Captain Marvel and a couple others. Captain Thunder was the one that didn't clash with anyone else. That blonde lady...Oy. I just let her have the name."

  Billy just shrugs. "Now people know me by now as Captain Thunder. So...bam! And it goes with the lightning powers."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick returns, balancingtwo plates of food and two cans of soda. Each of the holds a wrapped sandwich, and a deli cookie. Yep. All that and a bag of chips. (You knew that was coming)

One of the plates is offered over towards Abby but it doesn't look like he's opening up the sandwich on the other one. He comes in near the tail end of her question to Billy for the reason for his name change. "I'm guessing theme-matic with the lightning thing. He looks to the bolt on the chest. "Based from earlier, someone else took Thunder Bolt. Disney is likely to sue him if he took any of theirs so Bolt and Lightning McQueen is right out." He gives a bit of an impish smirk.

He glances over to Billy, "But, honestly I can see the trouble. Hard to find something that hasn't already been used."

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster rises in stature to take the plate offered to her with a grateful smile, and she nabs the soda can, too, and tucks it under her armpit so she can have a hand free to pick the wrapping off of the sandwich. "I mean, yeah, that makes sense. And I don't want to just, like..." she looks down, "Be some stupid bird pun or something." she looks back to Nick. "Does that... do you get me?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick nods, glancing down as Abby does to take in the legs before looking up. "Well, it doesn't have to focus on a visual attribute," He points out, "... My stage name is basically a nickname and the last name of a relative. And not all people who respond to emergencies even bother with a superhero name."

Abby Oster has posed:
"A //nick//.... name?" Abby looks askance at Nick, as if he might have done that on purpose. She gets the sandwich out of its paper, at least halfway, and goes to bite in. Mmm. Eating something she didn't find in the trash. Eyes flicker at the surprisingly welcome tang of cold cuts and shredded lettuce dripping in sauce. "Mmm," she wipes her mouth with a pinky finger and then licks it, still holding the sandwich. "That's really good. And you'd think this game would be a good warm-up to thinking of a pseudonym," she laughs a little, putting on Greer's voice for a moment and speaking into the sandwich like a microphone. "She's got legs like a bird but she sure doesn't eat like one. We call her Abby, but in the streets they just call her BLANK."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
A brow raises as Abby emphasizes the first part of the term. Giving a bit of a grin in response. He sets his plate down on a nearby table, instead opening up the soda he got for himself. "Hmm..." He starts to repeat the question, mimicking Greers presentation, "She's got legs like a bird... but she doesn't eat like one. We call her Abby, but in the streets they just call her.....Blank."

Krssh. The Soda Can opens up. "Chick-A-Bee?

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster munches down her sandwich while he's repeating the question and mulling it over. It doesn't take long; she wasn't lying. There's nothing bird-like about her when it comes to appetite. Just munch, munch, gone. She takes the chip bag off of the plate and tears it open with her teeth, shaking a few into her mouth with a crunch, then chewing more thoughtfully. "Chick-a-bee," she tries it on for size, then, laughing, "More like chick-a-plao," she jumps the rail a little bit. "Hmm. Chick-a-plao. Do you think I'd get a cease and desist from the Hamilton people?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Nah." Nick replies, giving a shake of the head before pausing to take a sip. The can lowers, "I think they'd be 'coo' with it."

Abby Oster has posed:
"Uggh.... duudee," Abby looks like she's in //pain// from that one, pitching to her side and turnign her face away, then strutting in a circle to come face him again. "OK, you get, like... two more bird puns, tops." Looks like the ice has finally broken between them, her star-struck grin banished at last. "I kind of dig Chick-a-plao, though. It's like a whole attitude. Wanna see how I chick-a-plao this soda?" she grins, something gleaming in those sea-black eyes of hers, a chance to show off.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick looks to the soda in assessment. Something about the statement causes for him think back to another time, where the phrase 'chug' may have been used repeatedly. "...Sure."

He sips his soda, opting not to take part

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster hasn't even opened hers, yet. It's still tucked under her arm. And that works out well for her, cause she can pull it out and toss it once, twice into the air, making it spin before hitting her hand with a THWAK. "OK, ready?" Wait, now if she opens it it'll make a giant mess. But she doesn't, she just squats down a little and then uses her upward momentum to pitch the soda can into the air, straight up, letting it hit its peak and just start to find out what gravity //really// is while she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue down over her lower lip. Then, wait, is that another tongue? Some grey-green-black mottled //thing// appears just perched there for an instant before it shoots out, a tentacle from the abyss, and grabs the can in midair, dragging it back just as quickly, wrapping around it and dragging it back down with it when it disappears back between her tonsils.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Not expecting that type of result, Nick's eyes and mouth widen as something just Aliens out of Abby's mouth, snatching the unopened can to pull it inwards. His can lowers as he tries to process what he just saw.

There is silence from the musician as he just looks at Abby.

"...huh." A head tilts. "Well." He looks to her empty hand. "U-" He sips his soda again.

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster lifts up that empty hand, doing a little jazz-hand sort of flourish. "Chick-a... plao?" she tries it out as a kind of catch-phrase, but he's looking a little funny, so her grin's just pasted there, eyes a little scared she's crossed a line. It //is// certainly unsettling, though.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The can lowers as Nick considers Abby's display. "That seemed less like a bird and more something involving a Ripley." The can lowers as he gives a slight smile, "Believe it. Or not."

He pauses, "The whole can?"

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster's brows flatten and knit together in the middle a little bit, but when he smiles, she tries back out of her shell, as it were, nodding briskly, then, hunching her shoulders forward, she spreads her mouth open again, slightly wider than an average human might, but not dislocating her jaw, quite. A gleam of painted aluminum and soon she's catching the disgorged can back into her hand. It doesn't seem to be any the worse for wear, though there might be some scratches in the delicate metal. "Whole can."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick tilts his head, trying to get a better glimpse but not getting closer to whatever it was that pulled it in to begin with. "...So kind of like a sword swallower with an added twist? What was it that grabbed the can?"

Abby Oster has posed:
"So I'm not... //entirely sure//? But I call him RG, he's kind of a friend of mine," Abby sets the can back on her plate. "I'm pretty sure he saved my life. I was dead for a while after I wiped out on my surfboard, but they brought me back, and he's kind of been around ever since."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Really?" Nick asks, tone getting curious as he moves over to his plate and passes it over to Abby since she's apparently eating for two. "So do you communicate with RG at all or is it kind of a one sided learning experience?"

Abby Oster has posed:
"Communicate? Uhhh. I dunno about 'communicate,' like, in words, but... yeah, maybe more like 'communing,'" Abby tries to explain it. "Sorry, that sounds weird. But does it make any sense?" She'll take an extra sandwich, for sure. It is hard to feel full when there's a dimensional portal in your stomach.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"I think." Nick answers, "So, its more like an unspoken agreement or just general acceptance of the other I guess. You provide free room and board, he... apparently protects or protected you." There's a term there...but what- Oh yes. "A Symbiotic relationship."

Abby Oster has posed:
"Yeah... a symbiosis," Abby likes the term for what they have. "He used to really freak me out, but not so much anymore... or, well, at all, really. I'm just sort of used to him, and he's used to me, and when I do shit like with the soda can, I don't even have to think about it. We just //go//."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"So...If he's in there snatching things into the mouth. How does the eating bit work? Is he doing the eating and you're getting the nutrition from him or the other way around?"

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster goes a little wild-eyed at the options. "I don't even... know, really. But there's a difference between stuff I eat and stuff I... keep?" she looks for a term for it. "Like the soda. I can just put it away, and not eat it. Or I can eat it. It's not like an aluminum can //tastes// good, but we can manage it together. I can kind of eat anything and survive. Which is... useful on the road, I guess, but I'd rather have a sandwich and a bag of chips. Or a //pizza//."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
At the response of not being sure, Nick gives a nod, opting not to press further. There's a lot he doesn't know about his own situation, so expecting Abby to know more is kind of mean.

As Abby describes the eating process, he smirks again. "Oh." He replies, the side of the eye closest to the smirk crinkling in amusement, "So, you really COULD eat a horse."

Abby Oster has posed:
"I mean, yeah. Not whole, though," Abby warns. "That would be... hard," she laughs aloud at the idea. "And I don't need anyone to dismember a horse for me. Let's just get off of horses entirely, actually. Pizza, though. That I could go for." Or another sandwich. She finds a place to put her poor embattled soda can and starts to unwrap the second one.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Pizza is better." Nick agrees, smiling for a moment before something comes to mind, "... Speaking of which, I need to head out and run an errand."

He holds up a can in a mock toast, "Well Abby, Chick-a-plao.... Best wishes with your new found career." He gives a nod, taking a step back before he turns, exiting...stage left.