2898/Aftermath Coffee..ish

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Aftermath Coffee..ish
Date of Scene: 13 August 2020
Location: Coffee Shop - name unknown
Synopsis: After the fire, Angelica 'texts' Cecily to catch up. There may be some panic involved, and occasional brain activity. Emphasis on occasional.
Cast of Characters: Angelica Jones, Cecily Winters




Angelica Jones has posed:
"Wait, I have a celphone!" This is the battle cry that gets Angelica working again, and on something slightly useful. She takes no less than four tries to call up Cecily's number, cursing under her breath, but she manages it. Then, using BUTTONS and not a touch screen, she gets through it...

'saw u at fire cant figure out pnctuatpn or how to elete keys on new phone'

A full minute later, the short 'coffee question mark' follows. Which is a sad sad state of texting, but a good enough reason for Angelica to find herself seated in the nearest OPEN coffee shop. The one that, hopefully, Cecily told her to be at, out of pity for her clear texting fail.

She waits, still uncertain what o say. And sips...cocoa. She's such a liar.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily, thankfully, has a good grasp of phone... things. Especially considering her job. Further, her StarkPhone is pretty snazzy. It does things she's not even aware of yet, probably, since she doesn't really do a whole lot with her phone. But she can text, and she can GPS, and eventually walks into the coffee shop. She cleans up pretty good, her hair and fur washed, her clothes changed.

    She heads up to the counter, orders up a cup of tea. She's a liar, too. And some pastries. Those tails waving, plate in one hand, small tray with tea... things.. in the other, she approaches Angelica's table. "You okay, too?" she asks, showing that she did indeed have concern for the redhead.

Angelica Jones has posed:
Angelica's eyes meet Cecily's, and then she rises from her seat. She touches Cecily's arm, if she's allowed to do so, and looks tired at her. "I'm..." she starts to say, and then shakes her head, eyes closing while she does so. "Nevermind about me, you ran into a fire!" She pulls back her fingers, worried she's touching a hurt friend, and then...touches again. Softly though.

"I wanted to help, so much. Are you hurt? Are you dead? Is this part of your magic? Don't be dead." She looks so serious..

Cecily Winters has posed:
    The fox doesn't seem like she minds touches, at least from people close to her. She gives a tired smile in return, putting the tray and plate down on the table. At Angelica's questions, she can't help but laugh. Cecily shakes her head, and wraps her arms around her friend. "Shhh.... shhhhh.... I'm fine, dear. I'm fine. I'm not hurt. Well... I mean... I got a little toasted but... a good breath mask goes a long way... the rest of me is fine..." she says, trying to soothe Angelica's panic.

    "...what about you? I saw you, but I was in such a hurry. I had to get in there..." she says quietly, giving an apologetic look to the girl.

Angelica Jones has posed:
The pause in Angelica's voice is telling. She did something she's not ready to talk about yet, back there. She bites her lip, then squeezes Cecily back, both arms and all of her heart. When she pulls back it's just enough to let them sit, not enough to separate their hands. She's...very touchy tonight.

"I'm fine too." The hallmark statement of the not-fine, but..sure. Then she visibly twitches, turns her brain on (yes, visibly), and stops. "Now since we're both so fine, how about we try that again?" The grin is a little more alive now. Real.

"So I saw the fire, and I came by to help out. I was serving cocoa and hugs, and you ran past."

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily, of course, doesn't let the hug go until Angelica is good and ready. She doesn't seem to mind holding hands with her, either, truthfully. She gives a 'look' at the girl, when she says she's fine, and then laughs again when the rewind happens.

    "I'm... used to doing things like that... Getting hurt happens, but I don't care. I put myself in harm's way to help people, to save others... but last night..." she looks Angelica in the face. "Someone I know and care about was in that building. The fire department, the other heroes, they were doing their jobs and getting everyone else out. But I had to be sure, I had to make sure she was okay... no matter what happened to me..." she explains, looking down.

    Then she casts her friend a gentle smile, "...you did your part, too. I'm glad. Comfort during a crisis goes a very, very long way."

Angelica Jones has posed:
Fingers squeeze then, as she's allowed to continue holding Cecily's hands. Hand perhaps, if she's to actually have one free to drink tea, or cocoa depending on who needs the warmth. But Angelica always seems to bring the sun with her. It's part of her charm, and it never seems cold with her there.

"So you ran in to save them. That's the fox I know. Makes sense. So...that'd be the pulsing heat I felt, up in the ...felt like the sixth floor, I think?" She pauses, looking at Cecily leadingly. "I've been developing a little, learning to feel things around me. It's not super useful but I felt something going on in there."

She bites her lip, still looking bravely at Cecily, and it is bravely because she's not sure what to say. She failed. "I could feel something wrong, and I couldn't help you. I can never give that back. Oh lord, Cecily, I'm sorry." She's near to tears. She came out with it so fast though, no holding back!

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Of course, Cecily does need to free one of her hands at some point. Whether to add honey and cream to her tea and mix it up, or take hold of her danish and bite on it. She nods, confirming the running in and the pulsing heat. But she smiles, too, hearing about how the girl is learning, how she's getting a grip on her powers.

    Then that outpouring, those words, that emotion. Her ears wilt a little bit, and her holding hand tightens on Angelica's. She slowly shakes her head, "...Rave had to learn this the hard way, too... and so did I.." she starts, taking a long slow breath as if dredging up a few painful memories of her own. "...you can't always win. You don't always win..." she says quietly, letting the words sink in.

    "...but what you do, is you keep moving forward. You do what you can, what you're capable of. Be it... diving into an inferno or bringing succor to the shaken and distraught and injured... You might not have felt like you could help me directly then, but you can keep pushing on. The little things are as important as the big things, and everything you did and do helps. The will to keep going forward even if something doesn't go right is what makes a hero, love. So please don't apologize, you did nothing wrong."

Angelica Jones has posed:
Angelica wipes her face, a tear or two managing to get removed. She smiles bravely, she smiles as if it's the most important thing, but her other hand never leaves Cecily's grasp. "..I'd like to hear about Rave sometime. Maybe, if it's alright." She's kind of wandering, not making perfect sense in where she's taking her conversation. So...still shocky.

"I never win, Cecily. You're looking at someone who's always the cocoa girl at emergencies. The blanket girl, the one who sits and holds your hand. Everyone's hand. It felt like...like I could almost feel a way to do more." Clearly being denied that hurt, and when it was someone she knew, more. But that she keeps unspoken.

But she nods, she nods and accepts. Without ever once truly accepting, but...that's her. "I'd never stop that. Even if I were actually powerful. Someone has to be there when the victims need..." Need who? Need me? No that's arrogant. "..well, they just need help. And nobody knows how it feels to be weak more than I do." She grumps a little there, almost managing to joke. Almost.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily shakes her head, "...you said you felt something. Said you were getting better, albeit slowly, with your abilities..." She puts her other hand on top of Angelica's, smiling gently. "You just have to keep going. You're still figuring out your powers, too. Keep trying, keep learning. And powers or not, people will want for comfort. You're not long off of being able to do more. Powers take.. time to master.."

    She looks down at her hands, then looks over her shoulder at her tails. "...I've been doing this for two years, and I still can't do a whole lot with my fire. You... you have complex abilities and you worry about hurting someone with them. Take your time and you'll come into your own."

Angelica Jones has posed:
Angelica listens, every syllable that Cecily says on her own lips. Like she's trying to memorize it for later, in the night when she's alone and scared. Time..to master..she actually moves her lips at that, and lifts her right hand to her messy hair. She didn't go to shower.

"Your dad said I have complex abilities? Can he tell me what they actually are? I didn't get much help from the guy who he sent me to talk to, and the clothes he gave me are blue." She makes such a face on her mouth, eyes, and lips, that it leaves no question of what she thinks of the fashion sense of whoever this 'guy' was.

Blue? With her hair?

A deep breath lets her focus a little again then, eyes returning to Cecily's own. "More importantly. Your friend. The one you love, and went in to save? Are they alright?" She's so easy with her pronouns. And the word 'love' came out like silk. She has a lot of that in her, too. Love...she believes in it, in a way that most may not.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily nods, "...I'm sure we can get a detailed analysis... I... don't know about any kind of clothing though... that's something you might have to work out with others... unless you really want to see if STAR Labs has something for you?" she offers. She does, however, look at Angelica with a quirk of a brow. Blue and red? Yeah it's not the best combo.

    "I... think she'll be okay..." she answers, a worried look on her face. "I care deeply for her, though. Call it a... well, I've always been the sort to latch on to others and care deeply for them... Like you," she says with a casual nod.

    "I'm not a parent myself but I do fancy myself a sort of... den mother?" she offers, then frees that one hand so she can take a sip of her tea. "...like a mother bear... woe befall any who get between me and my cubs."

Angelica Jones has posed:
Angelica Jones sighs. "Oh, do I know that feeling," she says when Cecily has finished, answering the last first. She probably does, she seems the type to take on everyone's woes herself. "Still. If she's okay, then...you can bring her by sometime, and I can meet whoever it is that makes you so happy." She sounds firm on this. Friends should know friends.

A pause, then a grin. "What? You're going to help me with my fashion tips for scientists project, I gotta help out somehow in return. I'm super good at making sure that folks end up kissing. It's a talent." Just not me. I'm awesome at anyone else. Words in your head, Angelica. Keep them there.

She doesn't even doubt for an instant. Cecily and this person should kiss. Yup.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    "A lot of people make me happy..." Cecily admits, smiling. "...seeing you makes me happy, too. If I wasn't worried about Mori being on fire I'd have some to say hello to you, too. I was relieved to see that you weren't in the blaze yourself, you know," she explains.

    Then she blinks, cheeks turning pink. "...ah. wait.. are you suggesting that I should kiss Mori?" she stares, then laughs. "...I don't think she quite likes me like that... but I do appreciate the... idea..." she sighs. More tea. Sip. "...besides, I'd help you with your fashion without any kind of compensation. You'd look terrible in blue. At the least, some shade of green..."

Angelica Jones has posed:
Angelica, happy to do so, leans in and kisses Cecily's cheek. "I'm teasing." Now. She wasn't a moment before. Reading the room, as they say. "No seriously, just..yeah. Nobody hurt is where I was hoping to end the day. Not knowing what was happening, when I knew something wierd was going on? That was scary."

And then, she looks down. Fingers her shirt, a pale sea green. "Do you know how many pieces of green clothing I own? You can always tell a true redhead. They always have green, not because they like it but because it's all anyone gives you for birthdays." She's grinning, but...still telling the truth. "It's almost impossible for one of us true gingers to make an outfit without including one unless you pre-plan your week's wardrobe. Just makes up too big a portion of the whole. And the fakes wear green, but it's all NEW green clothing. They won't own any that's more than a month from the store."

Cecily Winters has posed:
    That kiss surprises the fox. Her ears lift, and her blush stays right there. "Were you?" she blinks at the question, then shakes her head and takes up her tea again. Siiiiiip. Then some more of that cheese danish. She must be famished, honestly, if she's been awake that long still.

    "Well... look at me. And I mean -really- look at me," she leans back, gesturing to herself. Black hair. Black glasses frames. White fox ears. Black tips. White blouse. Black vest. Black skirt. White tails. Black tips. Espresso hose. Black shoes. But damn she looks professional. Her shoulder holster is even black. "...I'm the perfect picture, if you took it in black and white..." she laughs. "...but at the least you can tell me what you want and maybe we can make you something that won't melt?" she offers.

Angelica Jones has posed:
"Mmm...well, I look good in red and yellows and oranges too. Going with the motif instead of against it." Angelica seems to be calming, calming...calmed. She doesn't have near the death grip on Cecily she had before. Then she pauses, her lips quirking, as she recalls something from a moment before. A blush, at a certain comment.

"Sooo...Mori, your friend, doesn't like you like that. Do you like HER like that? And you can tell me to butt out, you know. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy, I shut up." She mimes locking her lips with a key.

Cecily Winters has posed:
     Cecily nods, taking notes. "Well... maybe we get you some nice fall colors... we're halfway to September anyway, aren't we?" she offers, smiling brightly. STill blushing, though, of course. "Then not only can we get you in some of those wonderful reds and yellows and oranges, you'll be fashionable for the season, how do you like that?" she suggests with that kind smile. And then the question of love and partnership comes up.

    "I don't THINK she likes me like that... but I think I like her like that? But I also love Rave..." she gives a lopsided smile, ears half-mast. "...I'm complicated, love. You know as well as I do what it feels like to have an enourmous heart and love deeply and openly. So... I'm... very much a polyamorous sort. My heart just has too much love to share... but it's.... mmm... again... complicated... to explain that to people, especially ones that you've got certain feelings for..."

Angelica Jones has posed:
She's thinking, about Cecily's previous point. About her own outfits, about blacks and whites. Monochrome really works for Cecily though, and she's about to comment on it when she's sidetracked, and not by hew own fashion options.

"I like...that..." she says, barely managing to answer the first questions, not sure if it's the answer to the last or not. Wait. Brain must be wrong. Tracking issues, please reboot.

"Cecily, she'll understand!" Missed it by that much..

"I mean, if she...if it's right for her too, I mean, I can't tell for anyone else but...I've never...dealt with this one before." She pauses, she blinks, and she tries harder. "You know, if she loves you but doesn't LOVE love you, she'll still be your friend. Even if you tell her that you'd like more."

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily listens, and smiles. And smiles some more. "...what about -your- feelings, though?" she asks, leaning back a little, still squeezing the girl's hand. "Polyamory is a tough one. Some people think you can't just... share your heart with someone else. Like love is a pie. Or a bottle of water. Monogamy is good for some people, and not for others.... I fall in the latter category... but at the least, yes... I do hope to retain friends."

Angelica Jones has posed:
She isn't so quick to answer this time. My feelings, she mouths. "Wait, me?" Me? No, nonono. No me, never me. "Wait, me?" Said that already. She finally lets go of Cecily's hand, trying to stand up. The instant it becomes about her, she's lost.

"But you..." she points to all of Cecily, then to herself, then she stops pointing, making no sense at all. "I've..." Got to go? Got to stay? Words. I've never dealt with this one before, only a moment before.

"I...need to...I don't have an answer. You're a girl!" Wait, does that matter? Hasn't it all your life? Has it?

"I'm..." Screwing everything up. Hurting someone you care for.

A friend. "..." Slow. Slow. She's staring.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily nods. "Yes you. Your feelings," she reiterates, voice calm, voice warm. She doesn't even try to keep Angelica's hand, either. She's letting the girl figure out herself. Her head tilts down, looking at herself when she's pointed out, then back up to Angelica.

    Another nod when the obvious is stated. "Yes, I'm a girl," she says evenly, smiling gently. "...so is Rave. So is Mori..." she states. "I like girls... exclusively. I have for as long as I can remember..." she shrugs. "..it seems like you.. have more than just your powers to learn.. It'll all come eventually, and don't let anyone else try to force your heart."

Angelica Jones has posed:
For the first time in her memory, Angelica isn't sure if she should...hug someone. She's been taught. Hell, almost everyone is taught, you stick to the boys. Unless you're a boy, then it's gross. Angelica Jones, you are not a child and you're smarter than that and I don't care brain this is my life and you can go away.

Don't leave me brain, I need you.

I swear, Angie, if I didn't love you we'd have broken up by now. Okay, let's do this.

Deep breath. And, Angelica focuses again. She seems to have that habit. Resetting. She sits. She offers her hand again, then hopefully it's taken. And she sighs. "Is it wrong that I don't know? I tell folks that it's okay to be unsure. So long as you're honest, and you try."

She hopes the hand is taken again. She didn't run. It's a start.

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily's ever so patient. She's a professional. She's a sniper. She just gives a sympathetic smile to Angelica when that internal turmoil bounces around, as if she could hear the gears in the redhead's brain turning. Halting. Turning. Then that hand is reached out, those words are spoken.

    "It's okay to be unsure. You're still discovering yourself," she says kindly. Unlike when she's working, she's so gentle. So warm. Just like the hand that lifts, fingers lacing with Angelica's, returning the gesture.