2116/Rushed In

Rushed In
Date of Scene:	15 June 2020
Location:	New York streets
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Glamour, Koriand'r

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Glamour has posed:
It's a fact of life in the big city of New York that accidents happen!

Car accidents in the middle of the night when people are tired and not paying as much attention? Even more a thing!

Which is why the screeching tires and metal on metal sounds absolutely got Glamour's attention. She's been lingering on a street light, suppressing her natural glwo, and waiting and observing and listening for something to happen.

/Anything/ to happen.

And then something finally did.

Immediately sized up, covered in an illusory costume of darkest blue that constrats nicely with the iridescence of her beating wings, she zips towards the scene of the auto accident post haste.

Koriand'r has posed:
    Still on cloud nine (whatever that is) after the Embassy, Starfire is flying home when she hears the collision. Curious, she swoops down from the night sky to investigate.

Glamour has posed:
One car T-BOned another at the intersection, pushing the first to roll over on to its top. Injuries are likely a given with an impact like that and one can hear the groaning. It won't be terribly long before authorities get there, but well, people do need help.

The sized up Glamour zips throiugh the air, skidding to a halt above the accident scene to inspect it. Car accident. Car accidents are good. Nice and clean. No moral grey areas to worry about /here/. She likes that.

Koriand'r has posed:
    Starfire spots the blue woman and decides not to assume she was responsible for the wreck. She zooms down to the collision site and lands next to one of the cars, anxiety twisting her face as she thinks about all the things she's learned of human fragility. She could free these people from their vehicles, but what if something went wrong?
    What if something went wrong and she did nothing?
    Starfire's fists ignite green as she steels her resolve. "Bide!" she calls at the driver of her car. "I will loosen you from these bonds." She grips the door, whose top is no longer a straight line but a sharp V, and pulls hard. It refuses to budge. She braces her foot against the frame and continues to pull, straining. Metal screams against metal until finally the door rips open, tearing the frame above it into two jagged, downward-biting fangs the driver will have to be careful not to get impaled on.

Glamour has posed:
What the--!

Glamour blinks at the appearance of Starfire. Green, ignitey fists and tearing and helping! Hey! This was her gig!

There's a flash of annoyance across her features. UPSTAGED.

Still, she takes a moment to steel herself, deep breaths, and then lands beside Starfire. She observes the driver, the fangs, and glances over towards the other car, eyeing the driver who's bleeding from his nose and swearing at his driver side airbags as he struggles.

Looks like he can stay. "Hi," she tells Starfire, "I... think I've seen you on television?" But then she's leooking back at the fellow and reaches to try to bend those fangs back. Clearly, she's strong enough to do it and equally fortunately cars aren't really made of iron.

Koriand'r has posed:
    "That is likely," Starfire agrees cheerfully with an undertone of dubiousness. There were two vehicles; why take this one when Starfire already had it? Starfire moves to the other car, observing, "I have not known you previously to now. What are you called? Hello, friend, I will release you. Please turn your head away from me." She changed who she was talking to without warning. Her fist ignites and she fires a pinprick of green plasma at the airbag, puncturing it and letting the air out flatulently.

Glamour has posed:
She studies the injured man in the t-boned. Fortunately, both drivers were solo. American auto efficiency! Gotta love it.

She sees Starfire has gone off to help the other man, who is pancing, but not flailing, at the sudden deflating of his airbag before he tries to maneuver himself shakily out of the car. He'll need help.

Glamour holds her hands out towards the other fellow in the t-boned car and helps him crawl out, gently, cheerfully not thinking about the broken glass he's crawling out over as she then gently pulls him free.

"There we go," she adds. "I'm Glamour!" She calls back to Starfire, wings buzzing jubilantly!

She got to do a good thing!