2300/When is a bad time for pizza

When is a bad time for pizza
Date of Scene:	02 July 2020
Location:	Giorgio's Pizzeria - St. Martin's Island
Synopsis:	Victor Stone and Siobhan meet up and pizza is saved
Cast of Characters:	Siobhan Smythe, Victor Stone

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Siobhan Smythe has posed:
It wasn't really her usual hangout. Siobhan made her home in Queens but she had to come to other parts of the tri-city area in order to flush out possible gigs, jobs, and things to do. So, she had made her way over to Metropolis to start looking for other spots she could sing only to find herself told of a great pizzeria to try out. She wasn't one to turn down good pizza and she had tried the world famous New York Style pizza, so why not this?

Sitting in the restaurant, kicked back in her chair, she idly awaits the arrival of her pizza with a smile. She had ordered a whole pie if only cause taking it with you and eating it later is a great way to save money. Single slices are often way more expensive. So, as a few poeple mill about at this late hour, she sits mostly alone with her guitar case leaned behind her as she watches the counter and occasionally glances at the door near her.

Victor Stone has posed:
The double doors at the entrance part, and a looming, half-mechanical young man strides in. He's not especially famous, as superheroes go, but the Titans have a bit of local cachet in Metropolis and he's one of their more recognizable and public members. More to the point, he's very unlikely to be a supervillain come to rob the place, because he's wearing a gray tank top with a cartoony graphic of the Titans having a pizza party on it. It's even got the script-font logo of this very pizzeria drawn in an arc below the image.

He goes right up to the counter, where he's hailed with a grin by the cashier on duty, and a teetering pile of pizza boxes is slid toward him. Vic inhales deeply, grins himself, and then picks up the pile easily. At least, it's easy at first -- the weight and awkwardness are no problem for his mechanical limbs -- but the balance is a little bit trickier. As he kicks the door open again to leave, the stack wobbles and slides. He tries to compensate, wide-eyed, shifting the bottom of the stack to regain stability, but the topmost box teeters on the edge, then cartwheels down to the ground in what feels like inexorable slow motion. He even moans, "noooooooooooooooo" as it crashes to the ground.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A blink and Siobhan watches as Victor comes in and she stares. There's really no other way to put it. She's never seen a cyborg before, let alone a Cyborg before. So, she is a wee bit surprised by his presence. Then he is picking up enough pizza to feed an army and she is even more confused. How much could a half-machine man eat? Does he run on pizza? Lots of questions well up only for her to blink at the sight of a pizza sliding free.

She is certainly no speedster but she is by the door when this happens and she is quick with her hands. Guitarists have to be. So her lithe fingers slide out and she turns quickly in her seat and catches the pizza just before impact. She winces a little as she realizes she catches it somewhat sideways and then she straightens it out and stares at the box. "Well, ah caught it boeht I imagine it stell isn't all dat tahgether anymare." She shakes her head as she stands up to try to put it back on the stack of boxes before offering, "Do ya need a bit o' assistance?" The girl's Irish Brogue falling over her words like six inches of snow.

Victor Stone has posed:
Vic's expression transitions from horror to relief as a white-haired pizza angel swoops in at the last second to avert a cheesy tragedy. He lowers the stack so that she can get the box back on top -- he's really tall -- and says in a rush, "Oh my God, thank you so much. I don't know whose order that was, but everybody needs something different and they're all really picky and I would have just lost /somebody/ as a friend if you hadn't--"

He stops to collect himself, smiles at her, and changes course. "Sorry, got a little carried away, there. The name's Vic Stone. Or Cyborg, if you want the action hero Titans version." He indicates the stack of pizza boxes with a nod -- a gentle one, so as not to dislodge anything. "I was just picking up dinner for the team. And you are?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A grin and then she laughs, "If dey are yooehr friends than surely a sengle pizza wooldn't change too moehch between ya!" She laugh sa little before shaking her head, "And it is really no trouble." She shakes her head, "As for me name, well, that's Siobhan." She nods her head, "Or Siobhan Smythe if ya want the whole thing. No special moniker to go in dere." She laughs before shrugging, "Wait? Ya said Titan? From de big T back thataway?" She gestures in the direction of the tower before nodding, "Well, ah guess it is extra nice to meet a hero, den." She nods her head and laughs slightly.

Victor Stone has posed:
Vic laughs, spirits still high, but raises his eyebrows in a bit of a warning look. "Maybe not forever, but you're definitely underestimating how hungry my friends can get if you don't think a couple might have stopped speaking to me for a few days," he tells her. "Nice to meet you, Siobhan." He pronounces it correctly, first try. "And yeah, I live in the T. Pretty distinct, right? Makes it easy to find your way home, but hard to avoid drop-in guests."

He gives her a lopsided smile when she describes him as a hero, seeming a bit embarrassed. "Well, we do our best. Putting in some long hours on this Brainiac thing." The mention of the alien interloper brings the mood down a bit, but he's quick to correct with: "All the more reason for a pizza night! They made me go because they said I needed to get out of the lab." He gives her a quick, evaluating squint, then adds, "You sure you don't have a codename? You've got a pretty distinct look for just an innocent bystander."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A blink at him and she leans toward him before giving a wink, "Well, don't tell anyone but...secretly..." She picks up her guitar, "Guitar Girl. Ah got the power to play it pretty well and then still get turned down for gigs." She laughs softly to herself before shaking her head, "Just kiddin'." She states simply enough, "True about that power though." She nods her head, "Ah sing, too." She nods her head, "As for me look? Well, can't be a cool singer without a look, right?" She asks of him before nodding her head with a grin and then shrugging.

Victor Stone has posed:
Vic nods, understanding dawning. "Ahhhh. Rock star, not innocent bystander -- that explains it!" He maneuvers over to an empty table and gently sets the stack of boxes down, popping the top one open to evaluate the damage. "I haven't run into any rock stars in a while, although me and some of the earlier Titans did try to start a band once." He glances over at her sheepishly, admitting, "We're... better superheroes than musicians, it turns out."

The pizza is mostly intact, although some of the toppings have bounced around the interior of the box a bit. Glancing around sneakily, Vic holds up one hand, firing a small flame out of his palm, and then holds the fingers of the opposite hand in the fire for a second. "To disinfect," he explains. "You didn't see me do this." With the newly cleaned hand, he rearranges the cheese and toppings so that the pie looks as good as new. Although it appears to be topped with anchovies and... mochi balls?

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Staring at the pizza, she squints before she looks to him and then winks and makes the zipping mouth motion. She then laughs and nods her head, "Well, Ah really wouldn't call me a rock star." She states, "Ah would call me a wannabe." She laughs softly to herself, "Ah got a few gigs at best and not much else but can't say Ah'm not workin on it." She nods her head and then looks at his hand briefly before gesturing, "That seems useful." She nods her head and then she blinks with a smile as her name is called...poorly. Either way she walks over and picks up the pizza before heading back over to the table.

Victor Stone has posed:
"Hey, everybody's a wannabe when they're first starting out," Vic says encouragingly. "I was one of, like, three members of the original Titans who hadn't gotten their start as somebody else's sidekick or knockoff. We had to put in the work for years to really make our own name. And... it wasn't all fun and games." A dark look passes over his features as he says this, but he quickly perks back up and asks, "So when and where are these gigs of yours? I at least owe you for helping with the pizza. I promise, even if you're really awful, I won't say so." He chuckles, obviously teasing.

Satisfied that the pizza repairs will be adequate, he shuts the box and starts to rearrange the stack, turning the boxes so that each is on a diagonal to the one below it. This makes the stack harder to carry -- or at least it would, if he didn't have his mechanical arms. "Angles are a lot more structurally sound than squares," he comments. "As for the fire thing, it's not my preferred way to clean up, but it does work -- even better than most sanitizers."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile and she nods her head as she looks over at Victor a moment and rubs the back of her head, "Ah guess that's nice of ya to say." She nods her haed and then she puts her hands together, "Ah'd love to have ya. If it makes it easier on ya Ah got an invite to sing once at a club near here. Not much but dey just want to see if people like meh sound." She grins, "Not super excitin' but you're more than welcome." She nods again before gesturing to him, "Good luck with the rest of ya pizza journey." She chuckles and nods.

Victor Stone has posed:
Victor grins and, before picking the boxes back up, points to the left side of his head, where he has the artificial eye and significantly more prosthetic work. "Saved to my Google calendar," he jokes. (Or... actually, is he joking?) "You can be self-deprecating if you want, but you KNOW I'm just going to show up and decide for myself. I'm stubborn like that." He stoops and picks the stack of boxes back up, and spiky as it now is, the boxes really do seem a lot steadier. Maybe he knows what he's talking about when it comes to that sort of thing. There's no rule saying you can't be engineered AND an engineer. Someone should make a cheesy Disney movie about that -- Air Bot. "Thanks, and nice meeting you, Siobhan! And, I guess, if one of your gigs gets attacked by pirates or something, remember to give the Titans a call. We're always happy to help."