2800/Moving In!

Moving In!
Date of Scene:	06 August 2020
Location:	2800 Jen and Marie's New Apartment
Synopsis:	Marie's best friend and her girlfriend bond over moving.
Cast of Characters:	Jennifer Stavros, Mary Bromfield

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Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jennifer spent two months finding the perfect apartment. And it is pretty amazing. She's seriously lucky that she has the money for it -- but then, luck is Jenny's thing, and she's good at it. It's a loft on 71st street, and one doesn't really want to think about how much it costs. The price is obscene. But that's where luck comes into everything, after all.

It's pretty much empty right now. This has a lot to do with the fact that Jenny doesn't own much in terms of furniture. There's a truck downstairs, though -- the movers left it there and will pick it up later, since they decided they weren't being paid for Jenny to berate them for three hours. Thankfully, Jenny has friends. More or less.

At the moment, she's waiting for said friends to arrive. And as she does, she's taking advantage of the huge space that has almost nothing in it. She has a stereo blasting in the main living area, and she bounces around to Maroon 5 in yoga pants and a t-shirt, blonde hair flying as she sings along.

"Here's to the ones that we got, cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not, 'cause the drinks bring back all the memories...!" She's not exactly on key, and there is, perhaps notably, an open bottle of something that an eighteen-year-old probably shouldn't be drinking sitting on a nearby windowsill. The front door is wide open, since she's expecting people to, at least, help her import her wardrobe to her bedroom closet. Excited Jen.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Well, it was a long night before that Marie-Ange and Mary had, celebrating Mary's new internship as well as the apartment that Marie-Ange and Jennifer got together. Because, well, it's a LOT easier to get together when you both live in New York than say, Westchester and Queens. So, in any case, Mary heard about the move, so volunteered to help of course. Plus, in her way, she figured it'd be a great way to learn more about Marie-Ange's friend, whom she has yet to meet.

Which, well, could be interesting, as there's a knock on the apartment door. With Mary on the other side, wearing some grungy clothes that are perfect for moving stuff around, as she looks around, making sure this is the right place.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jenny turns toward the open door, stopping mid-line. "And the memories bring..." She stares for a long moment at the unfamiliar brunette, lets her eyes travel up and down the young woman, and then gives a single sharp nod as she reaches over to turn off the blaring music. "Hey, you must be Mary?" Because she doesn't know this person, and everybody else who said they might come help is somebody she knows. Notably, none of them are there. They're mostly from Jenny's party crowd, and probably still drunk from last night, so... well, they're not the most reliable anyway.

"I'm Jenny," she continues, moving forward. "C'mon in. There's not that much to bring in, though I guess me and Marie will have to pick up furniture somewhere." Because everybody has giant empty spaces in New York, right? "Nice to meet you. Just to get this out on the table, hurt Marie and I will make your life a living hell, 'kay?" Conversational, even chipper, that last line.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins, coming in, "Hey, cool, yeah, I'm Mary, and I know some places where you could pretty good furniture for not too much. Nice thing about being a barista for the past few years, you hear things and can scrounge pretty well." She walks in, giving Jenny a friendy nod, "Good to meet ya Jenny, Marie says the world of you."

She then smiles a bit at the threat, "Hey, if that did happen, I'd deserve it. Marie is just..." She sighs a bit, as apparently the threat is completely unnecessary as Mary has all the signs of being quite smitten with Marie. She is in Deep Smit.

Honestly, it's rather nauseating in its wholesomeness, but Mary still smiles over at Jenny, "Surprised there's not more people here, but hey, we can probably manage to bring most of it up." With that, she offers Jenny her hand to shake when Jenny gets close enough, "Since I'm sure we're gonna be seeing more of each other, right?"

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Hmm. Okay. This Mary is clearly a bit tougher than Marie's last girlfriend. Jenny never met said girlfriend, but decided early on that she was a bitch and she didn't last long, which rather pleased the blonde. She accepts Mary's hand, shakes it firmly. "Yeah, it's mostly clothes and stuff anyway," she says, "and we've got the elevator. Shouldn't be too bad. My friends tend to be out late, and they're probably sleeping it off." She grimaces at this, mumbles something under her breath about Illyana and getting everything done really quickly, then gives Mary a grin as she waves toward the elevator and steps out of the apartment.

"So how'd you meet my bestie?" she asks Mary as they're waiting. She's been awfully busy the last couple of months since the ridiculous trip to Monte Carlo. She hasn't had a chance to get all the details from Marie.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins and follows along, "Actually, met her as part of an English study group, I actually helped her get together with Julie..." She pauses, and gives Jenny a wry look, "And yeah, in retrospect that was probably a bad call, but they seemed pretty happy together, even though she was... well, yeah." She doesn't like saying bad things about people, but apparently she wasn't a fan with how Julie treated Marie, either.

"So, well, my boyfriend-at-the-time and I split, and Marie and I just started talking more and more and... well, it clicked, you know? She's really super special." She smiles a bit, and nods over at Jenny, "Boxes are easy enough to handle, then, as long as you're not one of those fools that tries to pack those large boxes full of roleplaying game books or something crazy like that." She snerks, having had to deal with a few of her dimmer friends doing /that/ apparently, "Though I'm really impressed with the place you found, this is a super cool find."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
The blonde grimaces at mention of Julie. "She wasn't around long enough to destroy Marie," she observes. "And to be fair, Marie can put up with me, so she's harder to hurt than most. But still. People who are mean to her are going to get hurt." As she makes a stabbing motion, the elevator doors slide open and the eyes of the older woman going down go wide as she backs into the corner.

"Role playing books?" she continues, not even bothering to keep the 'OMG geek!' look off her face as she casts a glance at Mary. "No, nothing like that. I have a couple of boxes of books that might come in handy in college, but I kept them small. Of the people I usually hang out with, you know, aside from Marie, I'm probably the one in the best shape." Daily training in the danger room will do that. She ignores the boomer in the corner completely.

"So, I mean, it wasn't hard to find. I just had to put together the money to get the place. And that was a disaster unto itself."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary laughs at the OMG geek look, "Hey, being a total geek got me my internship at the Daily Planet, so I'll take it." She grins at Jennifer, "Actually, we're pretty much an entirely geeky family. My little brothers do a superhero podcast together, and I do online streaming of games, so." She nods, "And yeah, anyone hurts Marie, I would totally bring the thunder." That sounds a bit more ominous than it might otherwise, particularly as there's a coincidental cracking of thunder overhead as she says it.

Mary grins at Jenny, "Yeah, I do try to keep in shape though. All my foster sibs are pretty good for that, plus working a job and going to school full time definitely keeps me going. But you were definitely lucky to find this place, Jenny." She smiles, seeing where Marie likes this friend of hers it seems.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jenny looks Mary over once more, then nods. "Yeah, you've got some tone," she decides. "Not bad, Mary the Geek." A wink. She's kidding, even if she's serious. The girl embraces what she is. Jenny may have her opinions on nerds and geeks, but better to embrace what you are than to be completely fake. "So, heads up: I'm a bitch. I tell everybody I'm the worst. I am. You seem like you might be able to take that -- unlike boomer back there." She cocks a thumb at the older woman in the elevator as the doors slide open on the first floor. The woman, notably, is likely in her late forties at most, and definitely doesn't fall into the actual generation of baby boomers. This does not matter to Jenny.

"So," she continues as she strolls toward the door, "if you're gonna be around, I'm probably gonna say some shitty things. I do that. I'm going to guess you can take it. Foster kids either take it and get past or wind up on street corners sucking cock for meth. You don't look like a meth head. I've known a few meth heads. I grew up in Atlantic City.

"Long and short of it is, if you're good to Marie, I'm gonna try not to be awful to you as much as I am to some people," she says, stopping at the side door of the building. The truck is visible at the sidewalk ahead. "Because as awful as I am -- even to her sometimes -- I love her like a sister. Probably more than I would a sister, 'cause my family sucks. But I will be awful, because that's me. So... don't let that get between you and her. Just call my on my bullshit and tell me to get out. Okay?"

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary nods, "I'm the oldest in a foster family of six kids, four little brothers and the most adorable little sister you'd ever be lucky enough to see. But riding herd on them and being a Den Mother when the actual foster parents aren't around makes it hard sometimes, and you get that." She pauses, and looks evenly at Jenny, "I don't care about the superficial stuff, Jenny. You're good to Marie, and that's good enough for me. Besides, you're from Atlantic City? I grew up right next door in Philly, so I know how /that/ goes." With that, Jenny gets a wry grin.

Mary looks over at Jenny, "And I'd rather people be honest and give me crap than be nice to my face and talk about me behind my back, any day of the week and twice on Sunday. So I think we're gonna get along okay." She smiles cheerfully at Jenny, unfazed, "And Marie is... well, she's just wonderful and amazing and... I'm glad she's got a friend like you."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jenny pushes the door open, smirking. "Sometimes I'm not," she says. "She deserves way better than me. Don't tell her I said that." It's something she wouldn't usually say, but Jenny knows how awful she can be, and Marie doesn't deserve her crap. "AC sucks. And they've banned me from every casino in town. Even the restaurants. But, to be fair, when you break from beauty pageants by singing Mickey Avalon songs as your talent, you're going to get some people riled up." At the truck she unlocks the back and starts pulling out boxes -- it's not a huge truck and it's far from packed, but there's plenty to do.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary nods and takes a pretty big box, hefting it without too much problem, "Alright then, and yeah, wasn't a big fan. Though I've never really gambled before... always was curious about it, but money was pretty tight and six-sided dice are just so /boring/." She grins cheerfully at Jenny, perhaps intentionally playing up the geek factor in a bit of fun.

"But hey, nothing wrong with Mickey Avalon. Well, I mean, there /is/, but not for singing his stuff anyway. Honestly, I'd give you a vote just for having the guts to do that." She grins cheerfully, setting the box down on the dolly in the truck. Then stacking two more boxes on top of it to save on the trips up and down the stairs.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
"I did it to get out of teen beauty pageants for good," Jenny observes, closing the truck and locking it again. It's a good neighborhood, but this is New York. "Thirteen-year-old blonde girls are not supposed to sing about how their anatomy is big and pink in teen beauty pageants. My mom was scandalized." The grin on her face makes it very clear that this was absolutely her intent. She lifts her own stack of boxes -- not huge, but enough for a single trip, at least. "Wish I'd reserved a dolly," she observes with a sigh. "Could have gotten a lot more done."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary nods, "Yeah, after helping friends move the past couple months with all their boxes of books? I learned early on to make sure to have a dolly handy." She chuckles, unable to help but blush a little bit at the pageant story, "Never really was into pageants or the like, not my thing. Too geeky."

Not that she's not cute or anything, it's just... well, yeah, not exactly the beauty queen type. She doesn't seem to mind that, though, as she smiles over at Jenny, "Well, hopefully you won't have to move again anytime soon. So you won't have to worry about it. Or have your roommate's girlfriend bring over hers." With that, she starts rolling it back with practiced ease, having done this sort of thing before it seems.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
"You know. Mom wanted me to do it. And it was fine when I was a toddler." Jenny shrugs as she follows after Mary, almost dropping her boxes -- thank goodness they're full of clothes. "Anyway, no moving for the foreseeable future, assuming I can keep the revenue coming in. Just got a job writing blogs on mutants in college with Worthington International, so that should help matters. And I can hit up at least four states' lottery systems pretty easy from here."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary nods, "Cool, that's great to hear about the blog. Definitely good to make people realize mutants are just people like everyone else." She smiles over at Jenny, "Definitely glad that I'm going to be working at the Planet, they already are planning to put me to work in their social media team..." She gives Jenny a wry look, "I get the feeling that Mister Kent and a lot of those older reporters don't even know what that is. But they mean well, and I think I'm gonna learn a lot there." While the lottery comment makes an eyebrow raise, she doesn't ask for elaboration on that just yet.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
There's another mark in Mary's favor. Barely a reaction to the mutant statement. Jen's pretty sure that Marie would have said something about it by now, but Marie is a bit more reserved than Jenny, who just shoves things out in front of her if there's the potential of things becoming an issue. That she doesn't ask about the lottery... well, that will be addressed at a later date, surely. There are certainly people who think she shouldn't use her abilities as she does, but really, what reasonable luck controller WOULDN'T take advantage of gambling when necessary?

Back on the elevator, she sets her boxes on the floor and hits the button to send them back up. "I appreciate the help," she says. "Clearly you're more reliable than my friends. I'm pretty sure they'll show up with beer later, though, so I'll forgive them."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins, "Well, better late than never, I guess." She doesn't pass judgment about the beer. Jenny's on her own, and well, not her place to judge, though Mary definitely looks like the type to ask for water or a diet coke instead.

Then she does say, while on the elevator ride back up, "Marie did show me what she can do. It's... freaking amazing, I gotta be honest." She smiles a bit, "It was back when Brainiac was threatening to just kill everything, so we literally thought we didn't have any more time, so..." Romantic, sure, but yeah, Mary knows about Marie at least.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jenny nods. "Yeah. We met because we're both mutants," she says. Nobody else on the elevator, happily. She is telling Mary, because she doesn't want Marie to get hurt down the road, but there's no reason to go spreading the news to everybody. "Marie's abilities are pretty spectacular. I just manipulate probability." Which is an extremely useful power, really, but not so splashy. "Good thing Brainiac didn't kill everything. I was really busy and would barely have noticed. That would have ticked me off."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary grins, unable to help but laugh at that, "Well, that explains the lottery then... personally, well, hey, they're ripping off people with that stuff, so you ripping them off back seems like just desserts to me." She hmms, then looks over at Jenny for a long moment.

"Well, okay, if we're being totally honest... I'm not a mutant, but I can call the lightning and turn into, well, a superhero." She smiles wryly, "Thunderbolt, actually. I've not done too much, but I'm still getting the hang of all this." She looks at Jenny, "I mean, Marie knows, obviously, and hey, you told me about yourself, you deserve to know too... but I really do try to keep it secret."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jenny quirks a grin. "I can keep a secret too. I'm willing to tell you 'cause if I get outed, not much skin off my nose. But if you didn't know about Marie, and you got upset that I'm a mutant... well, better you hate me than her. And better she know. Thanks for trusting me, though. I'm not going to let anybody know, of course." A pause, and then, "Shit." Her nose wrinkles. "That's just not fair. You turn into somebody hotter than me."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary laughs, "Well, to be fair, she's hotter than most. I mean, I have to use magic to do it, where you just do it naturally." She grins, "Still getting used to the fact that Marie likes me for, well, me. But it's slowly starting to sink in." She chuckles a bit at that, then when the elevator arrives, she gets the dolly out of the way first, leading the way back to the apartment.

"But yeah, you deserve to know, and I don't want Marie to be in the position of having to keep stuff from her best friend. And hey, she thinks you're trustworthy." She smiles warmly at Jenny, "You're a good person, and I think this is going to be super cool." A pause, "But don't worry, I'm not going to try and drag you to a D&D session or something."

Another pause, "Though, if you ever want to do some cosplay, I have some costume ideas that you would look /amazing/ in." She chuckles at that.