2652/Burnt jackets must be replaced!

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Burnt jackets must be replaced!
Date of Scene: 28 July 2020
Location: Boardwalk - St Martin's Island
Synopsis: Siobhan runs into Caitlin and Nadia, they discuss the future.
Cast of Characters: Siobhan Smythe, Caitlin Fairchild, Nadia Pym-van Dyne




Siobhan Smythe has posed:
It was a rough situation a while back when those asphalt creatures burned her arm and her jacket. Her arm was fine but that jacket was ruined. Now, she had to get a new one and she had put it off for far too long. So, Siobhan had searched around for a shop that would have one and found one on the Boardwalk of St. Martin's Island that sold what she was looking for. A nice bit of good looking clothing for the more goth or punk looking types. She smiles as she walks in and spots one right off the bat, already walking over with a wide grind, "Perfect."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin Fairchild, at a younger time in her life, would have sequestered herself in the Titan's labs for a week at a time while solving a difficult problem. After the sprint session leading up to the rescue of Hank Pym, though, even superhuman metabolisms were flagging. Caitlin's engine runs hotter than most; with enough food she can get by on very little sleep. Others, like young Nadia Pym, didn't have anything except her own sheer willpower to push through on.

So finally, after a thid carafe of coffee hadn't taken the fatigue off, Caitlin made the call for the Titan and the younger Pym to get some sunshine and relax a little.

After all, another three hours in the quest to restore Mutant Town wouldn't change the world.

"I'm a little more comfy in athletic gear," Caitlin informs Nadia. She's got a massive milkshake in one of those 128 ounce gas station mugs. The sort used for truckers and marathon gamers. It's her second. True to her word, it's grey leggings and a lightweight white tee with no sleeves and a thin hoodie. Even in flat-soled jogging shoes, Caitlin towers over Nadia and almost everyone else she passes. With her hair up to cool off her neck in the heat, the effect just goes on forever. "But there are some neat shops here. I'm sure we can find you an outfit or something. D'you need like... formal wear, or just a change of clothes for the lab?"

She furrows her brow. "I woulda figured the Wasp would have unshrunk a shipping container worth of clothes for you, or something."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia has been trailing slightly behind Caitlin, casting the occasional furitive glances back in the direction of the lab like she might just make a break for it. But eventually gives in completely and trots forward with a smile perhaps have escaped the range of an invisible gravatic pull.

"I thought about asking her, but I wasn't sure if she would want to." Nadia gives a little shrug, "I'll just pick some things that look fun." she replies to Caitlin as her attention is suddenly grabbed by a store that apparently 'looks fun' also gothy. "Oooh let's go here!"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A grin as she starts going through the jackets and Siobhan is, for once, without a jacket as she looks. She starts shifting through them, grumbling, "One of dese has to be in a large enough size." She states and grumbles softly to herself as she picks all the way to the back and finally finds one that might fit. She pulls it down and looks it over, checking it front and back before checking the price tag and wincing, "What is wit' dis country?! Why does everyting have to cost half a year's pay? Almost like dey wanna keep people poor." She sighs and shakes her head before shrugging, "Well, is what is I suppose." She picks it out and then starts over to a display of accessories, pins, etc. that she can pick through to see if maybe she wants to spice up her new look or jacket. She pauses a moment as she hears something familiar and looks over her shoulder in time to see the huge form of Caitlin heading toward the store, "Well, if that isn't the finest of coincidences."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin doesn't blend in most cases. She particularly doesn't blend in a place that caters to such a pallete, with a particurly monochromatic ouvre. Some of the riskiest color choices dare into the range of 'aubergine' and 'scarlet', at best.

Caitlin walks in and it's like she brings the sunshine in with her, hair and skin alike as warm as her smile.

"Whoo! It's hot out there," she tells the clerk. The girl behind the register has her eyes screwed up like someone just opened a windowshade right in her face, and Caitlin turns to Nadia. "You think you'll find something you like here?" She scans across the store, easily looking over the shelves and racks. Her eyes linger on Siobhan, for a few beats, and there's an odd expression-- vaguely recognizing the Irish lass, but being unable to put a name or reference to her face.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia drifts about the store, "Oooh Caitlin, look at these! They're like opera gloves with no fingers. Good for texting!" she waggles her fingers in the air as if for emphasis, "And what's this? It looks like something I saw in a book in Russia like what Prussian military Hussars wore!" she puts on an ultra serious expression making a mock salute while holding the garment in front of her, "I am an elite fashion Hussar!"

After a moment Nadia notices Caitlin's distraction and her eyes follow the direction Caitlin is looking to spy the tall Irish young woman. "Friend of yours Cait? Hello, I'm Nadia!"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Smiling as she walks up and Siobhan was about to say something to Caitlin when Nadia speaks up. She grins at her, "Hi, I'm Siobhan." Pronoucned Shih-Vhan. She turns her gaze then to Caitlin and grins at her before waving, "Good to see ya again." She nods her head as she gives a wave to Caitlin, "Last I saw ya, you were punchin' a few folks who deserved it in the face." She chuckles and nods her head before turning again to Nadia, "Not exactly a friend, more like an aquaintance." She nods her head.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"What's a Hussar?"

The question is forgotten as soon as it's asked, 'cause Nadia's moving to greet the girl who Caitlin can't quite place in her memory. It takes a few ticks for things to click over for Caitlin, and she 'ahh's at Siobhan. "The hair, now I remember," she apologizes, and the redhead gestures upwards at her own locks in reference to Siobhan's pale mane. "Sorry. It was kind of a crazy day right that second," she explains.

At a sideways glance to Nadia, Caitlin seems to realize it all soudns a little vague. "It was a few days back," she clarifies. "The Wrecking Crew was on the loose, doing a... I think it was some kinda tech heist. Anyway-- glad to see you're okay," she bids Siobhan, and smiles again. "I hate it when bad guys pull those capers mid-day, I'm always so worried someone's gonna get hurt on the sidelines."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia gives Caitlin a kind of wide eyed surprised look, "You were punching people in the face?!" Nadia has never seen Caitlin punch anyone, let alone in the face, "Did they insult your brownies?" she jokes, "Because they're delicious and that would be pretty criminal."

But then Caitlin clears things up, "Oh the Wrecking Crew..." a beat, "I have no idea who that is but they sound bad. Go Cait!"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
"Dey were bad. Bunch of people with mostly terrible outfits and seemed intent on causin' property damage." She nods her head, "Then Caitlin landed on one of dem and tings got crazy." She laughs, "There was also some guy with arrows, too. Pissin' 'em off." Her Irish accent is in full force before she shrugs, "Den I had to run off cause one of 'em didn't like my insult." She chuckles and winks at Caitlin before looking to Nadia, "So, how you two know each othar?" She asks even as she tries on the jacket and seems to look at the fit, glancing at the sleeves and then how her hands look in it.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"We--" Caitlin winces at Nadia's effusive surprise, and reaches back to tug at a non-existant ponytail. Awkward. She puts puts her hand on top of her head instead, and finds herself nodding along with Siobhan's explanation. Caitlin's really a gentle soul in the ways that matter most.

At Siobhan's question, though, the redhead blanks. "This is um... Nadia... and I," she says, and turns to share a look with the slender Pym scion.

"She's, uh, Dr. Henry Pym's daughter. Y'know. Ant-Man and the Wasp?" Caitlin ventures. "She kinda helped fend off the Brainiac invasion earlier this month, and ended up staying with us at the Titan tower." A hand vaguely gestures in the direction of the landmark. "We're taking a break from doing science stuff, trying to figure out how to restore the cities Brainiac stole."

It's all said pretty matter-of-fact; Siobhan just got the lowdown on world-shaking events that even some members of the press are fuzzy on.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia nods her head several times in agreement with Caitlin as she continues to flit about the store finding the elements of a new outfit, "I met her friends on Brainiac's ship and they took me back to their base and we had pizza. It was /so/ delicious. Maybe if Russia had pizza they wouldn't put people in gulags." she is certainly an odd child. "Cait look at this skirt! What do you think?" she holds up a black pleated mini-skirt beneath the sleeveless V-necked Hussar uniform looking thing.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A blink at Caitlin and she nods, "Oh, so you two'll be fixin' it on this end, den?" She asks and nods her head, "Dat's good cause apparently dere's a whole othar side to dis." She nods her head and just starts off at high speed in her words, "Did ya know dat da city has spirits livin' in it or at least it did?" She looks to Caitlin, "Was walkin' by a stadium in New York. Yankee Stadium I tink? Eider way, dere was a pile of ghosts all speakin' different languages and cause I can speak any language, I could understand 'em and dere was dis tendril of energy in the sky that was goin' to snap or somethin' till I played a song a girl told me would make 'em happy on an organ. Lets go out to the Ball Game?"

She nods, "And den dere was a guy in a cape with a goatee named Strange, which fits givin' how strange he is and den apparently a new god was born and split into tree and we went to a dimension where we saved its brain and an asphalt monster burned me jacket and den we saw it become one again and it fixed da tendrils." She shakes her head and laughs.

"Seems we both found a bit of crazy, right?" She then looks down at an accessory and blinks, "Oh dis is nice." She then blinks, "Oh and dere's an ice castle if ya weren't aware." She nods to Caitlin, "But...honestly, dat kinda brings me to why I'm glad ta see ya again." She chuckles and nods. She then glances at Nadia's choice and nods, "Good choice."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Strange-- Doctor Strange?" It's a little island of something definable that Caitlin's able to grasp and visualize. It also jogs some thought processes into motion and she give Siobhan a second, more inquisitive once-over at the mention of 'running into Caitlin'.

"It's... a little short, but I bet you'd look cute in it," Caitlin tells Nadia. "Maybe with a... oh! This belt?" She pulls a two-inch black patent leather belt off a shelf and offers it to her.

It buys her some seconds to get her thoughts in order. "Oh, uh... well, I didn't know you ran with the weird crowd," she tells Siobhan. It's not a slight, at least not one that is visible in tone or expression. "Is there..."

Caitlin looks around. No one's close enough to eavesdrop, and she sidles closer to Siobhan and lowers her voice a little. Her entire posture is carefully non-threatening and concerned. "Is everything okay? You're not in trouble, are you?"

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia beams when her outfit choice is praised and then 'ooohs' when Caitlin holds up the black leather belt, "Yes that's perfect and maybe some big stompy boots!" By the time she is done an entire outfit has been assembled, which is paid for using a black smart chipped credit card with a SHIELD logo on it.

She blinks a few times at Siobahn's tale, "Doctor Strange? Isn't he that magic guy?" Is about as much as Nadia seems to know on the topic, "Seems a little ...strange." She grins at her own joke.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A blink at caitlin as she speaks and then she hmms. She looks down for a moment before saying, "Well, dat's where tings get complicated." She then smiles at Nadia and nods to her, "Yeah, he is pretty strange. I kinda told him as much." She nods her head as she looks down at her hands before looking to Caitlin, "And I really don't run with a weird crowd." She shakes her head, "I just kinda fell into it."

She then sighs and looks around, realizing only the girl behind the counter is here before she looks to Caitlin, "Ya see, I kinda...have an issue dat I want to get help wit' and..." She shrugs her shoulders before looking to Nadia and then back to Caitlin, "And here isn't really a good spot for it."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin grins at Nadia's pun. Not that it's not literally one of the oldest jokes in the heroing community-- but that Nadia's making puns, and in English, and showing off her sense of humor with so little reservation.

That's something Caitlin still struggles with.

"It, uh... weird crowds are one of those things a lot of people just 'fall into'," Caitlin reassures Siobhan as comfortingly as she can. The redhead looks around, then beckons. "C'mon, let's go out near the waterline," she suggests. "Pretty good way to have a private conversation, believe it or not."

A few minutes later the three of them are out on the pier. Corn dogs and ice cream are bought for anyone who'll accept them, and the three girls crowd around one of the round tables with an umbrella over it.

"Okay, so--" She checks to make sure no one's lurking around, and Caitlin rests her elbows on the table and looks at Siobhan. Sitting down, the height differential is significantly less overwhelming. "Tell me what's going on," she invites as encouragingly as possible. "You're really not the first person to have something weird happen to 'em."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia has shopping bags from all the things she bought held in the crooks of her elbows, while carrying a corn dog in one hand and an icecream cone in the other. She has never had either icecream or corn dogs before and keeps switching between them making 'mmmm' expressions like she can't decide which is more delicious. "Truly America is the land of amazing food." she comments as she trails behind Caitlin and Siobahn on the pier, letting them have their discussion.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Having worn her purchase out, Siobhan has on her new jacket and looks back at Nadia, smiling a bit at her comment and nodding, "New to the States, too, huh?" She asks rhetorically and then looks back to Caitlin. She has an ice cream cone in hand, having declined a corn dog for the sweet treat. She takes a lick and looks to Caitlin and then at Nadia before looking around a moment, "Well, dis might be easier if I showed ya but den dat's dangerous in its own right." She looks briefly to Nadia and then over at Caitlin, "Aider of ya know da legend of the Banshee from Ireland?" She asks and tilts her head at each, "It might be easier if you at least know of it."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Ah..." Caitlin looks at Nadia, then shakes her head at Siobhan. "I'm sorry, no. Mythology outside of... Greece and Norway, really not my strong suite," she apologizes. "If it was medusas and ice giants, sure, I'm right there. My family's Irish, I guess, way back, but aside from the hair--" she pulls the corner of her mouth down and gestures at her pale featurs and freckles. "I don't have a whole lot of connection to the islands. I don't even know when we came over."

"Sorry, that was just... total tangent-- *any*way," she clears her throat, "if ... you wanna tell me about it, I'm all ears. I'm always glad to learn new things."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
"Yeah, I grew up in Russia." replies Nadia in accentless English between mouthfuls of corn dog and icecream. The jury is still out on which is the superior treat.

"Irish mythology? I've never really studied that, I'm more into theoretical physics, but I'm sure we could find a book about it." she beams optimistically. Ever the upbeat cheery optimist.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A look to Caitlin and then back to Nadia and she hmms, "Well, dis might be easier if I simplify." She nods her head even as she takes a lick of ice cream and looks to the water, "The legend is dat dere are faeries known as Bean-Nighe or Banshee. To put it in English terms...Angels of Death." She nods her head as she looks at her ice cream briefly and then she looks back, "Legend has it dere were or are many banshee. Den dere is the big one. The Ua Briain." She nods her head, "Well, based on what I know of tings." She looks to Nadia and then to Caitlin, "Dere is at least one Banshee." She gestures to herself, "And dat is me now."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Oh, you're a Fae Folk?" Caitlin looks surprised, but not stunned. Evidently, weirdness happens for Titans plenty. "Huh. I've met some of the Fae, like... forever ago," she explains. "Very, very briefly, we were passing from one place to another and we had to pause in one of your cities. I had to promise to not *say* anything or *eat* anything, and those are... not things I'm super good at not-doing," she concedes.

She looks over at Nadia and smiles at her enthusiastic approach to the junk food pyramid of sugary and starchy, then back at Siobhan. "Oh-- I'm not good at the fae bargain stuff, so uh... nothing's owed, for the food," she says, trying to sounds somewhat formal, and gestures. "It's customary where I'm from to feed guests. Kinda. Its'... complicated."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
"A what?" Nadia asks looking from Siobahn to Caitlin and back again, "I mean her complexion is pretty fair, but isn't that an Irish thing?" Fair Folk is also apparently outside of the range of Nadia's experiences.

She blinks a few more times, "Wait did you say 'Angel of Death'? That sounds serious." She may not really know about what is being discussed but she doesn't really dismiss it either as some might when confronted with the supernatural. She is more curious than anything else.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A blink at Caitlin and then she waves a hand, "No no no." She states and sighs, "I'm not a fae. I am...or was human or maybe still am?" She shrugs, "I really don't know but..." She sighs, "My family has a curse and every generation becomes a Banshee." She gestures to herself, "And I'm pretty sure it is not exactly a Fae if..." She pauses and blinks, "Fae are real?" She asks of Caitlin before shaking her head and waving her hands, "Point is...living within me or another part of me is a horribly powerful death monster." She states simply enough.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Oh, sorry," Caitlin murmurs apologetically. She lifts a hand up at Siobhan to apologize for the sidebar and looks to Nadia. "Um, short version is that the Faerie-- the Fae Folk-- are extradimensional entities. They visit our world but don't 'live' here. They're very tricky and clever. I think 'Fair' is a corruption of 'Fae' or 'Faerie', so it's not fair as in 'fair-skinned'," she clarifies.

"Anyway, Siobhan, if you need some help, this is kind of what the Titans do," she tells the Irish lass. "We've got some pretty formidable spell-slingers in the Tower. People who understand the occult lore. And a lot of us, well..."

She shrugs, listless. "A lot of us know what it's like to have something unpleasant just beneath the surface."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia nods her head along with Caitlin's explanation, "Oh, they sound really cool. I want to meet one!" Because of course she does.

With a final bite the corn dog is finished off and the last mouthful swallowed down leaving her to focus on the icecream, which has been reduced to just the come. Crunch crunch crunch goes Nadia chomping away on the cone.

"And pizza, the tower also has pizza and pizza is amazing." She adds helpfully, the post-Brainiac pizza party definitely seems to have left an impression on her.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile and a small chuckle is given to Nadia before she looks to Caitlin and blinks a few times at her, "Not sure dere's help for dis but..." She takes a breath before shaking her head, "A man I spoke to had a point and...I need help controlling it." She states, "Not sure it'll go away but maybe?" She looks to Caitlin, "Just...I've been avoidin' it much of my life." She looks down briefly before looking up, "But it's becomin' more and more clear that I can't escape my past or who I am." She nods her head, "I just...it's very powerful from what I can tell. I can't just let it out."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin's smiling. Not mockingly-- wry, and sympathetic. "Yeah, that line... you're gonna hear that a lot around the Tower," she assures Siobhan. "That's kind of all of us. That's kind of what having power *is*. It all comes with a past, and a price. you can either learn from it, or try to run from it. I don't know anyone who's ever outrun it."

She gathers her purse and gets to her feet. "I can't make any guarantees, the Titans-- it's democratic. We vote on folks. But I'll at least talk to the others about getting you under a safe roof with people who understand what your situation is. Maybe we can even do something to help fix it. Or at least help you control it better," she says. With that she offers Siobhan a hand up. "If you want. There aren't any strings attached."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A glance to the side, "Well, I suppose." She states and nods, taking the offered hand, "I just warn ye." She looks to the side, "I'm not sure if ye heard it while you were fightin' dat wreckin' crew but...dat was just a hint of what the Banshee can do." She finishes off her own ice cream cone and nods, "I just hope no one gets hurt if I do let it out." She states simply enough, "I have no clue just how powerful it is. I know you tink you can help but if dis goes bad..."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Give us a chance?" Caitlin asks, with a beatific smile. She gives Siobhan's shoulder a reassuringly firm squeeze, and waits for Nadia to get up and join them as well. "If that was you throwing Bulldozer around, then I think we *definitely* need to help you. That kind of potential, you don't want it to walk around untrained," she says.

"Besides, you're not going to accidentally tell NORAD to launch all their missiles. Just wait until you meet my friends," she says, as they head down the pier towards the distant Tower. "There was this one time..."