2748/Oh Some Sunny Day

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Oh Some Sunny Day
Date of Scene: 02 August 2020
Location: Roof - Titan's Tower
Synopsis: People were on the roof, having food, and talkin' about things and also stuff.
Cast of Characters: Heather Danielson, Caitlin Fairchild, Siobhan Smythe




Heather Danielson has posed:
    Heather had her workout earlier, and came up to the roof to swim as another part of said workout. She's been doing laps for an hour or so, the muscles in her back, arms, legs, etc.. all getting a secondary workout as the BBQ grill smoked away. A timer went off, blaring some loud 80's tunes such as... well... Duran Duran's song: Hungry like the Wolf.
    That song announced that the ribs she was cooking were finished. So as folks emerge onto the rooftop, she levers herself up out of the pool, water sluicing down over her as she lifts a leg up and plants a foot to step up and out of the pool in a baby blue bikini.
    She steps over towards a chair, grabs a towel which she uses to make her hair less soaked, and then wraps the towel about her waist like a sarong as she makes her way towards the grill.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin emerges from the access door with a cooler in her hands. She's dressed for the pool, too, except with a floppy sunhat and sunglasses on. Her bikini's of a very modest cut, with microshorts instead of briefs and a scoop-neck top. A near-transparent sarong decorated with green palm trees is wrapped around her waist.

"Mmm, that smells amazing, Heather," Caitlin bids the blonde model. She hefts the cooler demonstratively and brings it over to the serving table. "Chips, some of Cait's famous potato salad, and I made fudge ice cream into a fudgesicle mold," she explains.

There's a compartment in the cooler full of ice, soda, and a few beers for the Titans who are responsible enough to enjoy them. "Do you need anything else from the kitchen?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
Also coming up to the rooftop, Siobhan is not dressed for the pool. She rarely does that whole swimming or swimsuit thing really. Her skin? That sun? She'd be red and crispy under a layer of spf 100 within 15 minutes. Better to stay covered. She does, however, sniff the air and smile, "Oh, now dat smells good." And she overhears what Caitlin says, having brought that sound to her ears just to see what she might be missin' as she arrived, "And dose sound good, too." She points to Caitlin with a grin.

She walks up to Heather and whistles, shakin' her head, "You're a confident one." She offers a hand, "I'm Siobhan." She nods her head, "I'm visitin' for the weekend." Her accent? A thick Irish Brogue that is rather hard to miss.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Shrugging her shoulders as if it is no big thing that she seems to be showing off or confident. I mean come on, she's a Sports Illustrated Bikini Model. Kinda hard to do that without being accustomed to being ogled, studied, looked at, or whatnot.
    She approaches the grill and reaches for a set of tongs as she lifts the lid. "Just a tiny bit of a rub. I prefer not to load up on flavors for my meat. I prefer to -taste- the meat." she states.
    Then she reaches with the tongs to test the ribs. She grabs the middle with the tongs.. and as she lifts, the bone in the tongs slides RIGHT out of the meat, "Oh, perfect." she states as she grabs an oversized spatula and slides it under the rack of ribs before using the tongs to grab the other end. She hefts the whole thing out and sets it on a nearby plate. "I have sauce here if anyone wants it." she adds, "And your additives sound fantastic Cait."
    Setting down her tools, she turns to regard Siobhan, "Sorry for not doing the intro right away, I wanted to get to the meat before it overcooked. Heather Danielson, at your service." She offers with a bright grin and a hand offered.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin slaps her forehead. "I'm sorry. Rude. Introductions, that's on me. Siobhan's staying in the guest suites," Caitlin tells Heather, and gestures at a few low buildings on the Tower's property below. "We're sorting out some stuff with her, if we can get Raven out of her room. See if the Team might be a good fit for her." The sauce and rub are pulled out of the container and Caitlin offers both to Heather to season to the chef's preference.

"Here, I'll dish some sides up," Caitlin offers, and pulls out some flatware to ladle up the sides. "I hope you like the potato salad," Caitlin bids Siobhan. "I got the recipe from some friends, for Superman's birthday dinner a few years ago. I can't stand potato salad from the deli. Fresh ingredients help a lot."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
"As long as ya didn't put raisins in it." She nods to Caitlin before she looks back to Heather with a grin, "Good to meet ya all de same." She nods her head, "As she stated, I'm just over here checkin' in on tings and makin' sure I'm helpful." She nods her head, "I got a few tricks." She shrugs and looks to Caitlin, "Honestly, I have been so focused on my otter half dat I forgot to mention that even as I am now I can manipulate sound just a wee bit. Raisin' and lowerin' sound levels and even making sounds be different." She shrugs, "It's complicated to really explain but anyway."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Smirking, Heather nods. "Well, I'm still a probie myself." she adds as she takes some of the sauce nearby. (Sweet and smoky, Sweet Baby Rays brand name for the record). She squeezes sauce onto the back of the ribs and picks up a brush to smear it around. "There we go." She says before she grabs a sharp knife and starts to hack the ribs apart. Midwest girl... you can take the girl out of the midwest, but can't take the midwest out of the girl.
    "Fresh potato salad is the best. Did anyone bring something to drink? I mean we have water here.." She adds with a shrug as she starts plating up four ribs per plate for folks... handing plates out.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Soda and a couple beers in the cooler," Caitlin informs Heather helpfully. It doesn't take long for the food to get served out. The picnic tables near the pool are made of sturdy metal and Caitlin settles her weight in the middle of one of them. "Mm. Golly these ribs are good," Caitlin mutters, already tearing at them. Caitlin's more Iowa than Illinois, but the sympathies for good barbecue are deeply ingrained. "Falling off the bone and just a *hint* of char. You can do dinner anytime," she bids Heather with a grin.

"So setting aside dealing with your other half," Caitlin prompts Siobhan. "You've got some... what's the word. Acoustikinetics? That doesn't sound right. How much can you raise or lower them by?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A shrug, "Not much. Enough to hear from a distance or enough to not be heard if I wish." She states, "It's very strange. I'm not really into science so I'm not sure how it all works but I do know some about music and how dat works." She looks to Heather with a smile, "And tank ya for cookin'." She gestuers to the food, "I certainly appreciate it." She then takes a bite and mmms softly before she looks up a little and hmms, "Ya see, it is kinda like da sound is a livin' ting dat I can control. Move and such." She shrugs, "I just know it isn't anywhere near what da banshee can do."

She looks over to Heather with a grin, "If ya don't mind me askin', given ya said you are new here, too. WHat is it you do? Besides look good in a bikini and cook." She chuckles.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Smirking, Heather reaches for a soda. Root beer. She's a St Louiser herself. She calls it soda, not pop, not coke. It's soda. Fortunately, most of Iowa is of the same view.
    She takes a full plate and settles into a seat across from the other two.
    "Other half? Is that like better half?" she asks.
    At the question, she looks down at herself and shrugs, "Well, I kinda get -paid- to look good in a bikini." she adds with a shake of her head, "I mean I think it's kinda silly that I Can get paid for that, but if I can, I'd be stupid not to, wouldn't I? And... I think I'd call it Sonokinetics. But I ain't the best educated sort."
    She pops her soda open before setting it down and tearing into a rib.
    She chews and swallows before saying, "I'm strong. I mean when I say I'm super strong, it's all relative. I think that I am the weakest super strong Titan there is." she adds with a chuckle, "And... I heal faster than I can be hurt most times. The drawback is... a desperate need for calories." She says as she takes another bite.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"I keep telling ya, Heather, you need to get into the gym with me'n Donna," Caitlin says. She's polite enough not to speak with an open mouth, but she's pretty occupied with tearing into the meal in front of her. It's a perfect day for barbecue, with hot and cold foods both on tap. With one rib done she removes her hat and sets it aside, then rolls down the shoulder straps of her top just enough to expose tan lines from previous sunny days and even the skin out.

"I was topping out at only ten or so when I the team first started out. And we didn't have all the fancy gym equipment we had now. Donna and I would just stand out in the middle of the field and throw iron ingots at each other."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A blink at Heather and then she blinks. She laughs a little and then shrugs, "I suppose I get paid to sing so dat ain't so strange." She nods her haed, "Still, good for ya. Healing fast sounds like a good ting anyway." She nods again, "As for other half..."

Siobhan takes a breath and looks down at her hands before shaking her head, "Definitely not better." She states softly before shrugging and looking up at her food and just grabbing some ribs and stuffing a big bite into her mouth to take her mind off that direction of thought.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Inclining her head, Heather finishes her first rib as she thinks through things. She nods to Caitlin and grins, "thanks." she remarks before looking to Siobhan, "So, it sounds like you're not fond of your other half. I'm sorry that's the case. It must be hard to have access to something that scares you." she adds as she reaches a hand to try to place that hand on Siobhan's forearm and / or wrist.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin eats with a tidy efficiency, and a seemingly endless appetite. It's no wonder an entire party cooler was brought upstairs for just a couple of people! The Titans certainly know how to put a dent in a food supply; there's a reason that they get regular restaurant-style food deliveries. It takes a full cooking staff just to keep essentials and prepared foods on hand for daily consumption, even with Caitlin and others regularly preparing meals for the group at large.

"Suggested she talk to Raven," Caitlin notes to Heather. "She's good at dealing with that kind of thing. Also a therapist. Maybe first Raven, /then/ a therapist," Caitlin suggests, and grins. "Two birds, one stone, etc."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile is given to Heather and she pats the hand before saying, "Don't worry about it too much." She states, "I have been dealin' wit' it for my entire life." Among other things. She hasn't really gone into the tragedy that is her life. She prefers just to let it be. She turns her gaze over to Caitlin briefly and then she considers, "I am gettin' more and more curious about this Raven person." She nods her head, "The more ya talk about it her, the more I wonder if she is some kind of kindred spirit or somethin'." She nods her head and shrugs.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Well, one bird, if Raven counts as a bird. A therapist might be like.. bird themed too maybe, so that'd be two birds with one patient. But otherwise... oh skip it, I suck at jokes." offers Heather with a smile as she digs into another rib, making it clean and bone white rather quickly. She was cooking a full flab intending to eat it all, but she's not so rude as to not share.
    "Either way, if you need someone to vent some damage on who will get better quickly, I volunteer. If that'll help the other half stay in control."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"Raven's our mystical artilllery," Caitlin clarifies. "She's also kind of a loner. She doesn't come out of her room much except for meals once in a while, or if there's a serious threat that calls for the whole team. I'd call her an introvert, but it's kind of an understatement," she explains.

The redhead slides more potato salad and chips towards Heather, and gives her a guilty and grateful look as the ribs quickly disappear. "I'll make you a brisket this coming weekend," Caitlin offers Heather, and hoists the bare rib between her fingers in explanation. "These are /really/ good."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smirk at Heather and she chuckles, "Good try, at least." She smirks and then looks down before shaking her head, "Don't." She looks up at Caitlin before looking to Heather, "Don't volunteer for dat. It's...dangerous. I don't tink lettin' loose for me is very wise." She nods her head and shudders, shaking her head, "I just..." She sighs and eats another wing before looking up at Caitlin to listen. She looks back down and starts eating more quietly. Shaking her head as she chows down upon the food to keep from talking more. She already knows Caitlin's opinion on things.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "What I am saying is that if you -do- lose control, or if you need to let off some steam to avoid losing control... I hope you'll let it out on me rather than on someone who doesn't heal like I do." offers Heather. She shrugs, "It's what I do." She says before she shovels a mouthful of potato salad because.. hey, it's awesome.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin finishes clearing her plate and gets to her feet. "I think part of what she's worried about isn't keeping control," Caitlin tells Heather with a gentle tone. "It's what happens next if she goes off the leash."

Siobhan's arm is given a gentle squeeze. "I gotta scoot. I have some stuff to do before I get to work in the morning. Heather, if you don't mind, could you escort Siobhan around until she's ready to head back to her quarters? She's not fully greenlit in the system yet and I don't want Nightwing yelling at me for messing with his security protocols." The redhead flashes a grin at the two other women and tidies up her meal and her mess. "I'll see you later," she bids them both, and wiggles fingers in farewell.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile is given to Caitlin as she leaves and then she eats another rib quietly for a moment before looking to Heather, "I do appreciate it." She states softly and nods her head, "Don't think I don't." She shakes her head and looks down at her food briefly, "Just, when I go off the deep end, well, tings tend to get extremely messy." She nods her head as she looks ove rat Heather, "I am not even sure dat I can make it aim just at you." She shrugs, "Dere's a reason why another term for Banshee is Angel of Death."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Eyes widening a bit, Heather nods her head. "That sounds... terrifying to be sure." she offers, "I heard someplace that the right frequency... or maybe volume, can like.. shatter anything or disassemble bodies and the like. But not sure how accurate that might be." She admits. "But yeah. That's my whole schtick. I heal super duper fast and lift heavy things like cars. That's about the limit of my strength."
    She shovels another load of potato salad onto her plate and takes another bite as she smiles. "So, you sing?" she asks.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A sucked in breath and she really wishes people would realize that there's more to it but...she gets to move on when asked about singing. She finishes the bite she is working on and Siobhan smiles, "Yes, I sing and I play guitar." She nods her head and looks over at Heather, "I really like it. It's a fun passion to get up and watch utters enjoy my voice." She chuckles, "Even if it isn't always a sound everyone is used ta." She then looks down at the food, "I can feel alive for a moment while I do."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Smiling, Heather leans forward, "To tell you a secret, I -do- enjoy modeling. It's fun... liberating really. So many people say it's bad form to be such a show-off, but then they seem to idolize movie stars and models. I hate double standards, so I just tell the folks who tell me not to show off so much that they can screw off."
    She grins and gestures down at her waistline, "I work -hard- to keep in this shape. My powers don't keep me skinny. They just make me strong."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A smile and she nods, "Well, I can't be da one to tell anyone not to show off." She laughs, "After all, I get on stage and play for people." She nods her head, "I'm definitely a show off." She nods her head, "I hope to bring some of ye down to see me play sometime." She nods her head, "First, I'd like to at least get a little looked into about who and what I am." She nods her head, "Mainly cause I haven't really focused on dat part of my life much."

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Nodding her head, Heather chuckles, "So, you're showy. I have been -trying- to get into some sort of acting thing too." She gives a beaming smile and shrugs, "But it -is- a bit weird to think of myself being pinned up inside lockers all over the place."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A grin is given to her and then she shrugs, "Well, I kinda figure dat comes wit' da territory of bein' famous." She nods her head, "Have ya seen the internet? Don't look up someone like Wonder Woman unless ya want an eyeful." She chuckles and nods her head.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "Trust me, I know -all- about that. I've been doing this for a few years and I'm only eighteen now. But I haven't done the whole -bikini- thing so long. Just other kinds of modeling." admits Heather with a shake of her head. "Either way, yeah. So you could take a dip if you wanted to cool off."