2211/The Golden Beebo

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The Golden Beebo
Date of Scene: 24 June 2020
Location: Angela and Sera's Brownstone
Synopsis: Angela and Sera succeed at an impossible task for the reward of a home in Brooklyn
Cast of Characters: Sera, Aldrif Odinsdottir




Sera has posed:
There was another open house day for this brownstone. This time Sera brought Angela along to check it out. "This is it. It costs apparently seven million of the currency units. The green backs. The moolahs. The dollar dollar bills yo." She smirks a touch playfully as she looks around the place. There are a few other couples perusing the place but it isn't packed. The price range is ridiculous enough that it's quite a selective market, well outside of Angela and Sera's budget. "But, I talked to the current owner and made a deal... and the location is convenient for us too."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela would stand out even dressed normally, due to her height and the long mane of crimson locks spilling down her back. She's wearing a cloak over her battle gear, at least, even if the hood is pulled back. "If I understand conversions correctly, that's a lot." she replies, stepping carefully inside. It's certainly more than Angela carries in cash. "Tell me what deal you have made. I also made a deal for identity papers, but Jane Foster and Dane Whitman do not approve."

Sera has posed:
Sera lifts an eyebrow, "Why tell them? Having more than one set of identity papers could be useful." She smirks a touch and wanders her way up stairs to the living area. She checks out the kitchen, turning the tap on and off. "Look at this. It seems every home has them. Can you imagine how many pipes must exist for this to be in every home." She shakes her head.

Wearing tight blue jeans and black sneakers, she is wearing a yellow t-shirt with the words 'Acute Angle' on it. The truth is, this is the home she knows they live in, it is the one - she's sure of it. There's that small chip in the wood on that closet door.. this is the place.

"The owner was decrying how her son wished a Golden Beebo for his birthday tomorrow.." she pauses and checks on her fingers, "Yes, tomorrow. I should have mentioned this last week when I learnt of it I suppose. I told her we could get it for her if she gave us this home to live in."

What she didn't realise and still hasn't quite realised is just how incredibly rare the Golden Beebo toy is. Like Charlie and the golden ticket, where they popped up in stores was very random, luck was a major factor.. or perhaps Angelic stubbornness.

"So we go do some shopping for this woman and get her a Golden Beebo and we get a home. Easy."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela smiles a touch (as much as she ever does) and nods. "I already made the deal with the criminal." she replies with a nod. Angela follows Sera around the house, and after Sera demonstrates the kitchen faucet she leans in to peer more closely at it. On-off-on-off-on-off. "This is very convenient." she declares, eventually tearing herself away and turning her attention elsewhere.

"What is a Golden Beebo?" she replies, raising up again to look more around the kitchen. One hand shifts to adjust her sword under the cloak, already anticipating that she'll need to kill something to get it. "Shopping. Oh, it is a toy of some kind, then." Angela relaxes, a bit disappointed.

"Perhaps more deals will be needed to obtain this thing."

Sera has posed:
Sera heads up the stairs again to the bedrooms and flops down on the bed. "We would get our own sheets of course." The view out on to the street is pleasant enough and the windows big enough to fly out of and back in to again. "Yes, the Beebo is some sort of blue little furry alien toy thing that kids enjoy. They have a television show about it too. The Golden Beebo, I presume, is the superior model of Beebo, more desirable."

There is a happy little smile to Angela as she says, "Of course, if this home is not acceptable, we can simply void the deal. That is an option. The owner will find somebody else to live in this place." She fans her arms out making angel wings in the sheets. "I have acquired a credit card for purchasing purposes. It will place us in debt to this social system, but given how easy it is to make money here, I have few concerns. I was paid $300 merely to heal a man who was hit by a big piece of wood the other day."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela actually smiles a little, looking down at Sera as she's flopped. "Of course." she declares, stepping past and over to the window. Yes, she also checks the window closures as well as the size. Quite suitable, indeed. She looks out the window while the conversation continues.

"I have also inquired about possible work as assassins or spies. Did you know that most governments have these? Benjamin Turner told me, but Jane and Dane have cautioned that such a life is dangerous. Apparently it is something of a matter of honor for celestials such as ourselves to stay out of local wars. It is more sporting to allow the humans to fight amongst themselves."

Angela turns slowly towards Sera, then. "They both suggested that I contact Tony Stark, the Iron Man, about helping him to protect the Earth."

Sera has posed:
Sera sits up at this revelation and hmms, "Wow, really?" To which statement though she says that is a mystery. "I to have been thinking of helping defend this planet. When that neighborhood was abducted, I was walking amongst those mourning their loss and listening to their stories. I got very angry that someone would do this to such a nice primitive planet."

Sera slips off of the bed and walks over to the windows, placing a hand on her shoulder, "I'm glad you like the place. It's the right place I'm sure of it." She thrusts a finger forward, "Now, let us go shopping and seal this deal."

^-... The Mall ...-^

Sera stares out at the masses of people wandering around in the multi-tiered shopping complex. It is almost overwhelmingly big and populated. "We shall win the day?," she says less confident all of a sudden. As she begins to walk along the pathways, people make way for the very tall Angela which makes Sera smile. Then, her eyes pry a musical instruments shop and in its window, a lute. A LUTE. She breaks in to a run and presses her face up against the glass of the shop. "I must have this instrument."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela looks around in the mall, hood still back as they assess the crowd. She leads the way, of course, and the crowds part for her. Stopping as Sera gets distracted by the music store, Angela replies softly. "You remember how much trouble that flute caused?"

That unsettled debt combined with Sera's untimely demise caused Angela to invade and conquer the realm of Hel.

"But yes, we will buy the instrument for you." Or trade for it.

Sera has posed:
There is an excited nod but the memory of the flute is passed over because new instrument is far too exciting to concern herself with old instrument. Or even death. The death thing was very inconvenient. She goes inside the store and finds the proprietor. "You, sir, I wish to purchase the lute."

The older man looks at Sera and then Angela with a relaxed manner, like nothing in this world surprises him anymore. "I only sell my lutes to serious practitioners. But there are several guitars here if you're interested."

The challenge was accepted instantly and Sera goes to the front of the store, picking up the lute and returning with it much to the man's ire that she'd touch his wares without permission. She sits down and rests the lute on her knee and begins to play. It is a heavenly sound she produces but she resists singing along to it, or breaking out in to one of her more naughty songs.

The man begins to weep at the sound she makes and he takes out his hankerchef and dabs at his eyes. "I have not heard anyone play my lutes so well.. ever. But for you, you should play my best lute." He walks with stiff legs to the back of his store and returns with a much more ornate lute and says, "Free of charge, for making my heart feel alive again."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela follows Sera into the store, taking up her role of looming and looking displeased to aide in the negotiations. When he offers the challenge, Angela replies simply. "You will not find a more serious practitioner." And she listens while Sera plays.

And the proprietor weeps.

The tall redhead even looks *almost* pleased when the man returns with the more ornate lute. "Sera, I think you should play more often." Yes, because the music is beautiful but also because it apparently has significant value to these simple creatures.

Sera has posed:
Sera smiles to Angela, "Sure. I'd love to. I haven't rocked out in ages." She places the lute in to the offered case and gives the man a hug. "Now we just need to find a Golden Beebo."

The old man cough chokes a moment and says, "Well, good luck with that. Those things are rarer than an honest politician. But if you were looking, I'd head to the big Toys'4'U store downstairs."

Sera thanks the man and heads out of the store, "Rarer than an honest politician." She looks side long to Angela, "Do you think perhaps the owner things this task impossible for us. Well, she will be surprised when we return victorious in..." she takes out her stark phone and looks at the time, "fifteen hours."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela peers over Sera's shoulder at the Stark phone and she nods as the two sweep out of the store. "Apparently the politicians here are somewhat lacking in their integrity. And yet they remain in office. A paradox." she replies.

"So these Golden Beebo's are rare. Have we not hunted rare creatures before, my love?" the tall angel offers. The cloak billows in her wake with the long, confident strides and one hand grips the hilt of her broadsword. Much like walking into a battle. "But if this store does not have one, we will fly swiftly to the next and to the next until we are successful." Angela turns to lift a questioning brow to Sera, then. "The birthday party is in fifteen hours?"

Sera has posed:
Sera pauses and tugs on Angela's cape to slow her down a moment. "You're right... this is a hunt." She smirks and her eyes begin to glow white. The jeans and t-shirt disappear as they are replaced with her armor, "And we're the freakin' Hunter Queens." She peers over the balcony edge to the lower levels. "And yeah.. fifteen hours to her spawns birthday party." Magical light erupts from her back as wings spread out and she winks to Angela, "Let's go hunt us a Golden Beebo." She jumps over the edge and glides down to the lower levels, skipping five tiers of shops along the way, lute case in one hand.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela slows a little with Sera's tugging, and she smiles at the armor transformation. Laughing as Sera just sprouts wings and jumps over the edge, there's no hesitation as Angela follows suit. Her cloak billows, patterned ribbons waving about as she descends. She alights first, not simply trusting to gravity and gliding but following a power-descent. Crouching a little, the cloak settles and Angela looks about as the shoppers clear around the improvised landing pad. "We seek the Golden Beebo!" she declares, daring anyone to challenge them.

Sera has posed:
The giant toy shop has what one might describe as a 'ball pit' of Beebo's that people are searching through. They're not in boxes, just probably millions of the blue furry toys. "That's a lot of Beebo's," Sera remarks as she strides in confidently and jumps over the little fence housing them. There are plenty of other people sifting through them looking for the elusive Golden Beebo. "How do you want to do this Angela.. split up, I go left you go right? or stick together."

Just then someone shouts out with delight, a balding man in a business suit, holding a Golden Beebo in his hands, "I.. I FOUND IT.. I GOT ONE!" He starts awkwardly wading through the Beebo's toward the checkout.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela looks just about ready to leap into the ball pit when the man jumps up holding the Golden Beebo. She interposes her significant presence between him and the checkout, hands on hips and cloak parted. Waiting, and looking dangerous.

"I am Angela of Heven, and I would barter with you for this thing." she declares. At least she didn't challenge him to single combat. Yet.

Sera has posed:
The man turns to look at Angela, then loooooks up at Angela. "Hah.. hey Lady you must be out of your mind. My little girl has been begging me for one of these for two years. There's no way I'm going to barter you for it." He starts trying to walk around Angela. Sera makes her way over and hmmms, "It is his kill, perhaps we are better off finding one for ourselves if he doesn't want to barter."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela's white eyes narrow a touch, but when Sera approaches she gives the man a single nod and steps aside. "Yes, the hunt was worthy." she declares. Arms lower and the cloak closes once more. A brow lifts and she gives Sera a questioning look. "I am more accustomed to hunting living creatures, not these small things. If you can... locate... one, we can travel to its location and do battle there."

Sera has posed:
There is an enthusiastic nod from Sera and she sits down on the comfy pile of Beebo's. She opens her mouth and begins to sing. Her bright energies jump to her hands and then she stands back up and holds them out. The magical starts to jump out in a direction. "Mhm! this way my love. Oh, sorry, we have not really talked about that since we escaped Hel now have we.. habit." She begins to trudge her way through the Beebo's and then notices someone else walking roughly toward where she's walking. "Oh.. oh no you don't!" She flaps her wings and begins to fly across the mass of Beebo's and the other woman starts to push faster through the Beebo's toward a tiny patch of golden fur poking out amidst a sea of blue.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela watches Sera sing... she always liked hearing Sera sing! The magical aura seeps from Sera's hands, and then the other woman starts pushing faster towards their prize. Angela isn't actually IN the Beebo pit, yet, but she will not be thwarted again. Keen senses spot the golden creature in the sea of blue... and then the tall Angel is suddenly gone. Less than an eyeblink later, Angela is thigh-deep in Beebos and she reaches down to pluck the Golden prize, holding it high. "We triumph!"

Sera has posed:
The other woman then places her hand on the prize too, holding its leg tightly. "I had it first. It's mine," she says defiantly despite how big and dangerous looking Angela is. This woman has a scent about her, like someone who has been mining the Beebo mines for days on end. Her hair is a mess and her look is miserable. She seems unphased by her warping of the truth. "Get yer soulless ginger paws off'a my Beebo."

Sera's eyes widen in surprise and then anger as the light in her hand grows and snaps in to the shape of a sword and she starts to talk up on the displeasing woman from behind.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela turns to face the woman as well, patterned ribbons slipping out to poise like cobras. Her grip is strong and unyielding, as is her presence. "You will release the Beebo at once, if you wish to keep your hand." she declares, white eyes narrowing. Before the woman can answer, however, the ribbons strike. One wraps tightly around the woman's wrist, the other lashing about her free hand to further immobilize the woman.

"If you wish to offer a challenge of single combat for the Beebo, then I will happily accept." the tall angel declares. "Otherwise, I must insist that you yield."

Sera has posed:
The woman shouts out loudly as the ribbons coil about her wrist, "TOUCHING! SHE'S TOUCHING!" The others in the Beebo pit look up over at the altercation with morbid curiosity and a security guard lets out a sigh. He points to a big board of rules, which includes: "No Touching other shoppers". The woman persists, "NO TOUCHING ME YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED." Sera instantly dislikes her and like a lion stalking through long grass, she is ready to pounce on the woman with her magical sword. "YOU BROKE THE RULES, YOU CAN'T HAVE ONE NOW. HELP SHE'S TOUCHING ME." She seems very dishonorable, more interested in using the system against Angela than facing her in single combat.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela turns towards the security guard, eyes still narrowed. It would be a long conversation to explain how the ribbons are not TECHNICALLY a part of Angela, but a symbiotic being that was gifted to her for her service. "I am not touching her." she declares, both hands clearly in view and neither one touching the woman. Instead, the angel's ribbon gives the woman's wrist enough of a twist to dislodge her hold on the Beebo and Angela holds the toy high.

Sera has posed:
The security guard seems like he hates his job. "If there is a dispute about who picked up the Golden Beebo first," he begins to say. The woman says, "IT'S MINE I TOUCHED IT FIRST AND I SAW IT FIRST." The security guard narrows his eyes and continues, "Then you will both hold it until one of you let's g-- and there it is." As Angela dislodges her hold Sera pops up from the Beebo's and the magical sword disappears. "YOU CHEATED I'M GOING TO SUE!," the woman angrily shouts at Angela and begins to walk away throwing blue Beebo's left and right and muttering about cheats.

"Glorious victory once more for the Hunter Queens!," Sera declares with a smirk.

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
Angela isn't prepared to let things go just yet, however. Giving the Golden Beebo to Sera, she -moves- again and interposes herself between the woman and the way out of the Beebo pit. "I have offered to settle this in single combat." she declares icily, hands on hips and elbows wide. "If you have else to say on this matter, then say it now. Continuing to yell threats after you have lost is a coward's way."

Sera has posed:
Sera takes the Beebo in hand, the other holding her lute case. She frowns and says, "It's probably not worth trying to teach this one the concept of commercial ettiquette."

The woman looks up at Angela and laughs, "SCREW YOU." She seems to only have one volume.

Sera scowls at her and her magic shoots down in to the Beebo pit. The woman blinks and then yelps as she is tugged down underneath the Beebo's and held there amidst its mass of blue fur by Sera's magic. "How dare you speak to Angela this way."

Aldrif Odinsdottir has posed:
That seems to satisfy Angela, who looks from the surprised woman to Sera. She smiles, even, and steps close to her fellow angel. Arm around Sera's waist, there is a rush of air and a small explosion of blue furries as the two depart the Beebo pit. Rapidly. "You should have let me remove her head." the tall redhead declares casually, not seeming to mind the reactions of other shoppers on the way to the checkout.

Sera has posed:
Sera swipes her credit card as they purchase the golden beebo. "All this for a $19.99 price. May be I should have.. it felt unsatisfying." The horrible woman surfaces as they leave the store and they can hear her yelling, "THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE PIT!! HELP ME HELP ME!" There's a sigh from the security guard and he starts to approach the pit.

"Now, we secure the deal and move in to our new home," Sera says with a delighted sigh.