2354/Crime on Coney Island

Crime on Coney Island
Date of Scene:	05 July 2020
Location:	Coney Island
Synopsis:	Thunderbolt and Nightwing make a new friend, Solomon Grundy? Not so much.
Cast of Characters:	Dick Grayson, Mary Bromfield, Singularity

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Dick Grayson has posed:
Testing Mary's powers had gone well, so far, though it was getting hard to gauge her upper limits when a memo had gone out to Nightwing's T-Comm stating that there was trouble on Coney Island. While Titans Tower is not horrendously close, Mary can fly quickly, this makes transporting to the island straightforward.

As they move closer to the Midway, Nightwing frowns and rests his hands on his stick handles, ready to hop into action. "Be careful," he says, "I do not see anything yet, but that does not mean that there is nothing." He keeps his head on a swivel as he gets closer, the elder Titan having been ambushed before would rather not have the prospect learn the effects of that right now.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt nods, carrying Nightwing easily enough as she makes pretty fast time to Coney Island, "Sounds good, Nightwing." She hmms and takes a relatively low key approach, setting down behind a building near the Tilt-A-Whirl as that's probably a safe enough place to not be noticed.

She glances back and forth, "Nothing more specific about what was going on?" Her lips curve in a slight frown, as she stays alert for trouble.

Singularity has posed:
    Meanwhile. A clown makes his way through the crowd, causing people to, well, flee. You can tell its a clown because he's wearing a red rubber nose, a conical clown hat with streamers and...a tutu.

    People are actually fleeing however because it's very obviously Solomon Grundy in a tutu and a clown nose and hat. Solomon himself seems pretty sure he's perfectly disguised from his smug expression, then pauses to grab a carney operator, picking up off the ground to dangle in the air. "Solomon Grundy want to beat Joey Chestnut! WHERE ARE HOT DOGS FOR EATING! TELL NOW!"

    There terrified man points down the boardwalk to where a series of tables have been set up, currently covered with hot dogs with some cameras and a big banner "CONEY ISLAND HOT DOG CHALLENGE IV" resting over it.

    Solomon grunts, then just drops the guy who makes a pained squawk as he hits the ground, then begins tromping towards the display. "Solomon Grundy best hot dog eater! Joey Chestnut is poser!"

    Meanwhile, high above what's about to become a scene of chaos is a floating blue girl, who's just sort of...watching from above. The lights and motion, the smells, everything about Coney Island is fascinating to her. She doesn't have any money of course, to actualy go on the rides, which is disappointing, but she's enjoying watching other people have fun too.

    And the large clown person who is...wait, is that a clown? She's unsure about the clown rules. Some clowns seem to not be very nice, in fact, which has her flying down a bit closer to get a better look.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"That," Dick says as he gets his sticks out and points towards Solomon Clowndy. "It's a pity, Chestnut was probably going to wreck his old record." He shakes his head, and then looks to Mary, "Be careful, I think I might have an idea of who it is, but yeah, fight smart and don't be afraid to fall back. And remember, the first rule of combat is don't get hit." He inches forward, trying to loop around and come at Grundy from the rear, knowing full well to not want to be hit by him if it is Grundy, sticks up ready to lash out if spotted. He has also made the mistake of not looking up, so he has not spotted Singularity, yet.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt nods, "Got it, let me try something..." With that, she flies up and around, and does notice the blue sparkly girl, blinking a bit as she sees her... but then she gets down to business.

Business, in this case, being landing in front of the "clown" in question. She then sticks her hand out, "Excuse me, SIR, but do you happen to have your registration for the contest? All contestants must be properly registered with the Hot Dog Consumption Authority of the Tri-State Area, SIR." She knows a /little/ bit about Solomon Grundy, so isn't sure if this is going to work... or if she's going to have to dodge a punch here.

But well, if she can avoid a fight in a crowded Coney Island, so much the better.

Singularity has posed:
    Solomon Grundy stops as Thunderbolt land in front of him, his brow furrowing as the grey giant peers down at the petite girl blocking his path, then begins patting down his pockets, grumbling to himself. "Solomon Grundy not need registration, Solomon Grundy best at eating hot dogs...." After a bit of searching, he rips open a pocket and a piece of crumpled paper falls out that he grabs, then holds out triumphantly to Mary. "Solomon Grundy PRE-REGISTER!" It's...a signup sheet. What's left of it. It's more or less filled out, though there are several places where the pencil went right throught he paper, so it's more in tatters than anything.

    Yeah, someone is gonna get fired for not paying attention to names on the register.

    On the other hand, he's not really paying attention to what's behind him, giving Nightwing free rein to sneak up closer to him without being spotted. Singularity drifts down lower until she's floating about thirty feet up, tilting her head uncertainly as there's now a circle of people who have pulled back from the confrontation, some of which who have of course pulled out their phones to take videos. She looks slightly unsure of what's going on with Nightwing..he has sticks? Should he have sticks like that in a place like this?

Dick Grayson has posed:
See, Dick normally would be in favor of letting someone compete if they were within the rules. The problem is that this is Solomon Grundy. Someone who clearly should /not/ be here, and is a ready reminder of dead things should stay dead. With that, Nightwing moves forward and is ready to dive forward and go for Grundy's knees, but he nods to Mary to await her signal if the paperwork checks out. If this can be resolved with minimal harm to people or property, it's probably for the best.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt hrms carefully, "I see..." She takes the registration, and passes a glance towards the stealthy approaching Nightwing. She does say, very loudly, so Dick can overhear, "This does appears to be in order, Mister Grundy, but metahuman individuals are not allowed to participate in this specific event. I do apologize that no one explained the specifics of the rules to you, sir. Now, there is the Metahuman Invitational Hot Dog Eating Contest, which you are more than welcome to participate in ah... next Sunday." How does that rhyme for him go again? Blast!

Singularity has posed:
    Grundy's brow furrows even deeper as he bears is teeth. "Curses! Solomon Grundy's disguise foiled!" He rips off his hat and tutu, stomping on them, then throwing the clown nose away. "Solomon Grundy not be denied! HOT DOGS BELONG TO GRUNDY!!!!" And he..well, charges right over Mary towards the piled hot dogs as the startled contestants bail in all directions, smashing through a TV camera as he does.

    Singularity looks alarmed over head at that, then shoots forward over the contest area and swoops down to grab a pair of interns about to be run down, before they vanish and reappear about thirty feet to the side in a blue light.

Dick Grayson has posed:
With that explanation from Grundy and Thunderbolt keeping his attention, Nightwing rushes forward, and as he passes by Grundy, attempts to slam his sticks into the sides and backs of his knees, pressing the buttons to send a nice jolt to hopefully distract Grundy for a minute before darting away. His goal is to keep moving, "Easy bub, also last I checked you shouldn't be around here." The blue light catches Dick's attention for a moment, but he has to snap it back to Grundy as that is the current threat.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt blinks as she gets knocked to the side, as she wasn't expecting Solomon Grundy to bolt over her like that. However, she picks herself up pretty fast, looking a bit indignant as she says, "NO ONE DISRESPECTS THE TRI-STATE HOT DOG CONSUMPTION AUTHORITY!" Look, when she gets into character, she gets //into character//.

With that, she launches herself at Solomon Grundy, hoping to take advantage of Nightwing's strikes to scoop up and hold Grundy over her head, keeping him from trampling over anyone else as she tries (hopefully) to keep him suspended harmlessly in the air.

Singularity has posed:
    Grundy is completely focused on getting to them dogs! He doesn't see Nightwing until the rods are ramming into the back of his knees, staggering him. It's not like he really feels the pain, being, well, dead, but it does make him stumble and go to a knee, before he's scooped up by Mary, blinking confusedly for a moment. "Solomon Grundy is flying?" Then he starts to flail. "RAAAAAAAHHHHR! PUT GRUNDY DOWN!" A big grey hand reaches behind his back as he attempts to clamp it over Mary's head to yank her out from under him. HIs other leg kicks out at a lighting pole as it breaks with a sharp *CRACK* starting to topple over towards one of the nearby attractions, a tea cup ride of some sort.

    Singularity sees this and frowns, then blinks out and reappears over the ride, before she expands out, reforming her body into a wide rough square before the pole smacks into her and....falls...into her. Somehow.

    The power line for it snaps from the motion, starting to flail around nearby in a shower of sparks.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Good work," Nightwing says as he sees Thunderbolt lift the threat off of the ground, though things appear to get a little hairy up there, he can not risk throwing a wingding, lest he possibly hit her. "Stay clear of that live wire!" Nightwing yells out, "Where is the box? Shut it down!" He then looks at what stopped the pole and blinks. "Thunderbolt, do you know what that..." he remembers she is fighting Grundy and says, "I don't know who you are, but if you're here to help, thanks!" Nightwing is not panicking, but he is trying to at least stop the wire from electrocuting anybody while Grundy is busy.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt nods, taking advantage of the fact that she is /that/ small compared to Grundy as she adjusts her grip, "Oh no, you have violated the honor of the Tri-State Hot Dog Consumption Authority! And now you're going to pay the penalty, Grundy!" With that, she suddenly //launches// into the air... Grundy wanted to fly? Well, now he's flying, since Mary is taking Grundy along for the ride. Where to, she's not exactly sure yet, but she does her Titans commlink, so she does ask over the comm...

"Nightwing? Any ideas where I can put this guy? Not sure how long I can manage him with him being squirmier than my cat!"

Singularity has posed:
    Singularity looks suitably impressed as Nightwing and Thunderbolt work together to disable Grundy so the heroine can get under him and pick him up, pausing as she moves to the side, then soars upwards to parallel Mary as she rises with her flailing captive. "Can send. Away? Far. Safe." she says, in a curiously stilted way of talking. Like she's having to pause to work out how to turn a concept into a vocalization, with each component its own thought.

    "SOLOMON GRUNDY WANT HOT DOGS! PUT GRUNDY DOWN!" the undead monster rages, kicking and flailing like a two year old having a tantrum as he unsuccessfully tries to grab hold of Mary. Darn smaller heroines and being right at that spot in his back where he can't reach!

Dick Grayson has posed:
Nightwing breathes a sigh of relief as Grundy is still grappled and unable to really do anything, but that shifts to concern when Singularity rolls in as he does not know who she is. He holds up a finger, "Firstly, yes, depositing him somewhere away from people would be ideal, the ocean will suffice." A second finger, "Two, I am Nightwing, this is Thunderbolt, might we ask who you are?" Third finger, "Also, what are you doing here?"

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt blinks over at Singularity, "Well, you can? Um..." She glances over at Nightwing, then looks back at Singularity with a curious expression, "Well, if you can send him off, that'd probably be easiest, he's... oof, pretty squirmy!" She frowns, "This guy is a bit stronger than he looks!" Which is saying something!

Singularity has posed:
    Singularity nods slightly at that, smiling at the pair. "Yes. Safe. No people. Penguins." she says after a moment, thoughfully. "Ocean? Parrots." she says as she seems to roll the idea around in her mind, before she reaches out to tag one of Grundy's thighs. There's a blue flash, and suddenly both are gone.

    Meanwhile, somewhere in the South Pacific....

    There's a corresponding blue flash as a very surprised Grundy drops about twenty feet to hit the white beach of sand with a grunt, blinking up at the floating blue girl as she waves a finger at him. "Bad. Calm. Nice place. Be good." Then she vanishes again.

    Grundy sits up up, blinking as he looks around at the small tropical island he's been dropped on, as a pair of slightly astonished looking monkies in a nearby tree ook at him. "...coconuts okay too." he grumbles.

    A moment later for NIghtwing and Thunderbolt, Singularity reappears as a blue dot that expands out into a girl again.

    "Safe. Time. Out." she says, sounding pleased with herself as she floats down back towards Nightwing, the petite girl settling easily to the ground. She furrows her brow at Nightwing, then her eyes widen as she remembers. "Nightwing. Thunderbolt." she repeats, then points at herself. "Singularity." She blinks at Nightwing. "Helping." she says after a moment. "Like. To help. Like. Superheroes."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Nightwing still has three fingers up when Singularity speaks, though he gives Mary a nod and says, "Yeah, best to get him out of here quickly. Penguins would be nice, just not /that/ Penguin." He is about to raise his fourth finger when Singularity bamfs, then raises it, "How do you do that?" The former Robin is genuinely curious, "Also thank you for your help. Hopefully nobody has been injured."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt smiles, "Singularity, huh? Nice to meet you." She pauses, then looks over at Nightwing, "I bet she does something with folding space-time with a name like that. But I could be wrong." She looks suitably impressed at the young blue girl that took Grundy off of her hands, "Hopefully the guy can find a spot to relax and stay out of trouble."

Singularity has posed:
    The blue girl cocks her head curiously, furrowing her brow as she thinks, then it clears as Mary offers an explanation. "Yes." she agrees. "In this place. Here. There. Same place?" Her nose crinkles cutely as she tries to work out how to explain with her apparently limited vocabulary. "Teleport. People. Things. Different places." She points at herself. "Singularity." This time, there's less emphasis like it's a name. She smiles a bit. "Not injured." she says, nodding slightly, then frowns to herself, before she steps to the side in an open area, before she...ripples.

    And the falling light pole from before pops out of her chest, crashing to the ground. "Broken." she says with a faint frown, looking at the pole.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Good call," Nightwing says with a nod, "Always good when the name on the tin is all you need. And yeah, hope he cools his heels a while instead of bothering us, or others." He grins and then looks to the Singularity and nods, "Glad to know you are doing all right. And yeah, we can keep people clear of the livewire until electricians come and fix it, best to leave that to the professionals."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt nods over at Nightwing, "Makes sense, and thanks for the help Singularity." She smiles warmly at the blue girl, "So are you... new here, then? I don't think I've seen you around before." She looks a bit curious, not seeming to be phased by Singularity's appearance nor her dialect.

Singularity has posed:
    Singularity pauses, thinking that over. "New. To this place. Now. Here before. Then." She frowns a bit. "Was different. But. This is nice. Too." She smiles sunnily. "Wanted to help. Watching. Before. Superheroes. Doing good. Want to do. Good." she says seriously. "Be. Like superheroines. Friends." She sighs out. "Friends. Not remembering. Me. Different. But still. Good."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"You did good!" Dick says with a smile and gives a big thumbs up. "Different, yes, but you did good, so thank you for your help. He'll probably be delayed a bit longer than simply being dumped at sea." He looks to Mary, "Yeah, never met her before, but if she can do stuff like /that/," he gestures to where Grundy was, "Then she can definitely stick around."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt grins, "Definitely, and nothing wrong with being different. I'm just glad you were here to help out, Singularity." She smiles, "And I'm still trying to get the hang of the superhero thing, honestly, but it's nice to have other friends around, for certain." She glances over at Nightwing and nods once, "No argument from me!"

Singularity has posed:
    Singularity beams happily. "Glad. To help!" she says enthusiastically. "Have been helping." She looks curious. "Stick. Around?" She looks unsure, then checks the soles of her feet, apparently to see if she's sticking to something, but smiles easily. "Friends. Yes. Friends?" She offers a hand to both Nightwing and Thunderbolt at that point. Apparently first come first shake! She's gotten that far with how you meet people.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Yeah, we are all different, just some in more obvious ways than others. For example, the two of you are definitely /way/ more poweful than I am!" Nightwing chuckles at this and nods to Mary, "You're doing fine. I'll add that note to your file: able to manhandle Solomon fricken Grundy."

When Singularity extends a hand, Nightwing shakes it, "Hey, glad to meet ya. And yes, friends works for me."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt gladly shakes Singularity's hand, "Glad to meet you, friend." She sounds like she means it too, as she then gives Nightwing a side glance, "Well, thanks. I'm glad I was able to help out here. Even if he didn't buy the Hot Dog Commission line." She looks a bit disappointed at that, then shrugs.

Singularity has posed:
    Singularity's hand feels a little odd...there's definitely give like a normal hand, but the surface feels unusual. Then again, through gloves it might not be as obvious. She has a nice steady grip either way, and shakes both hands firmly, like someone has explained to her how to do it properly. "Power. Not as important. As heart." she says seriously to Nightwing. "Made him. Fall. Teamwork." She smiles a little again, then nods to Mary, tilting her head, then reaching out to pat her on the back. "Distraction?" she offers easily.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"It worked, Thunderbolt. Dude barely has a few braincells to rub together, so making him try to use any of them goes a long way," Nightwing is in a good mood, today. He responds to Singularity, "Oh, I know. Teamwork goes a long way in dealing with the likes of him and others. And yeah, distractions help."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt nods, "Well, he didn't really seem like that /bad/, honestly. Compared to a lot of folks out there anyway. Just wanted to have all the hot dogs. Which, well, kinda ruins it for everyone, but not in the 'blow up the world' way." She smiles a bit, looking back at Nightwing, "And thanks. Guess all those roleplaying games pay off."

Singularity has posed:
    Singularity nods a bit. "Clumsy. Selfish. Not bad." she says after a moment, almost sympathetically. "Happy. On island. Maybe." She shrugs her shoulders a little bit; it's out of her hands really. But she feels it's better than if she'd just dropped him in the ocean somewhere at least! "Teamwork. Yes." She points between the two. "Team?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
"He's not the worst, but yeah, probably better out there than over here," Nightwing notes and nods to Thunderbolt, "At least he isn't hurt, just isolated, so that's not too bad?" Singularity's question is given a grin and a "Yup, working with the Titans, 'bout you, you work with anyone else?"

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt smiles, "Yeah, we're teammates, though I did just join not too long ago. I think I'm still on probation, technically." She shrugs a bit, not really worried about it, as she nods over towards Nightwing, "Yeah, I didn't want to really hurt him, just... get him away from everyone so he couldn't hurt anyone else."

Singularity has posed:
    The blue girl seems to know that name, from how she perks with all the immediately attention of a fangirl. "Teen Titans. Yes! Good. Team." she says with interest. "Big T! Tower." Apparently she's seen it? She shakes her head slightly at Nightwing. "No." in response to the question, then pauses, thinking. "Yes? But. Temporary. When. People. Need me."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Yeah, but even probationary members are still one of us," Nightwing smiles and nods to SIngularity, "We're just the Titans now," he feels sooooo oooold. "But yeah, still got the big tower over in Metropolis. But if you ever are in the neighborhood, stop by. We'd be glad to see you."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt nods, "Definitely. There's quite a few of us there, and you'd definitely be welcome to visit I'd think." She ahems, "I mean, I wouldn't want to presume, but if Nightwing says it's okay it's okay."

Singularity has posed:
    Another sunny smile as Singularity floats up a bit. "Yes. Visit. Know you. Now. Can find. You. Anywyhere." She hesistates. "But. Will knock? Doorbell." Because she has been chided for teleporting into places without asking first.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Nighting nods to Thunderbolt in affirmation and then blinks at realizing Singularity can be anywhere at any time. "Did not know that, but yeah, just knock or ring the doorbell, or whatever, and we will answer. Where do we find you if we are looking for you?"

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt grins, "Yeah, is there any way that we can find you, Singularity? I mean, it'd be great to have you around if... well, you can take anyone anywhere, pretty much? That's really cool."

Singularity has posed:
    Singularity nods, her lips curved up cheerfully. "Yes. Anywhere. I know. Or can see. Or to someone. I know." she confirms. "Harder. If can't see." She cocks her head. "Happy. To help? If you. Need me."

    At Nightwing's questoin she nods and reaches...into her chest. It doesn't seem to bother her as her hand vanishes inside, then emerges holding a fairly standard if cheap cellphone, that she offers to the pair. "Phone? Call. Will hear."

Dick Grayson has posed:
Nightwing blinks, "Well, we will keep that in mind, but yes, it has been great to meet you." He takes the phone and plugs in a number that will ring his Titans phone, not his Dick Grayson one, or his Bat Phone before passing it over to Thunderbolt, "Will do, Singularity. Again, thanks for the help!" He looks to Mary, "Ready when you are."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Thunderbolt nods, and puts her arm around Nightwing, "Sure, hang on." She does, however, take a moment to memorize the offered number from Singularity, "I don't have a phone on me right now, but I'll send you something later, promise."

Singularity has posed:
    Singularity beams as she gets the numbers, then tucks it back away. "Yes. Will check!" the girl says, nodding as she floats upwards. By now it appears the power to the downed line has been shut down so it's safe and police and a fire truck are making their way down the fairway to be sure. Things seem under control! Singularity waves cheerfully to both. "See you. Soon!" She lifts off the ground completely, then flies up into the sky, vanishing somewhat against the deep blue sky above as she does. Off to find more people to help!